The Reaper of Won Shasot
Location: Broken Earth, Won Shasot
Below the monolithic Temple of Kings, beneath is roaring furnaces, heaving bellows, and hungry flames, a compound far more advanced than anything on the surface sits. Technology of a bygone era, considered advance, even by today's technological standards. Although empty, and blanketed in layers of dust, the machinery and systems still run, keeping thousands of empty vessels alive in their plasteel coffins. Holographic projections present readouts to any who would find this hidden facility. But none had ever stumbled across the secret door carefully disguised within Dax's own chambers.
The man may have been gone for who knew how long now, but his people continued to function, and his chambers had been left untouched. Clothes, the attire of any other resident of the Rim, sat in drawers and wardrobes. Relics of his exploits, artifacts of the Sith, the Jedi, the Dathomiri and many more sat on shelves, contained in nullifying casing. His desk, laden with paperwork from his tenure as the Grand Marshall, left unsigned and forgotten. But one thing stood out upon that oaken desk. A picture. Not a holo, as was so often used now, but a physical photograph, framed in simple wood and protected by transparisteel, the contents obscured by a thick layer or dust.
Surely, you wonder where this hidden passage is? One might notice a large tapestry, depicting a beneficent woman, radiantly shining her light over the galaxy...and behind that...nothing but stone. Or so one might think...Were it not for one particular stone, placed almost unnoticeably further into the wall than others. What would happen if you pressed it? I'll tell you. The stones before you would sink into the wall and slide away, only to reveal a staircase descending far and deep into darkness. How far did it go?
The curious would delve deep, and find that it emptied into the secret facility. What kind of facility you ask? Why, a cloning facility, of course. Row upon rows of naked clones of the missing Marshall sat suspended in fluids, the holographic projections throwing out vitals and other pertinent information. Atop each cloning tank, a solitary red light glowed. Except for one...who's light blinked green, on and off, on and off...
What had Dax Fyre been doing down here?
[member="Bryce Bantam"]
Below the monolithic Temple of Kings, beneath is roaring furnaces, heaving bellows, and hungry flames, a compound far more advanced than anything on the surface sits. Technology of a bygone era, considered advance, even by today's technological standards. Although empty, and blanketed in layers of dust, the machinery and systems still run, keeping thousands of empty vessels alive in their plasteel coffins. Holographic projections present readouts to any who would find this hidden facility. But none had ever stumbled across the secret door carefully disguised within Dax's own chambers.
The man may have been gone for who knew how long now, but his people continued to function, and his chambers had been left untouched. Clothes, the attire of any other resident of the Rim, sat in drawers and wardrobes. Relics of his exploits, artifacts of the Sith, the Jedi, the Dathomiri and many more sat on shelves, contained in nullifying casing. His desk, laden with paperwork from his tenure as the Grand Marshall, left unsigned and forgotten. But one thing stood out upon that oaken desk. A picture. Not a holo, as was so often used now, but a physical photograph, framed in simple wood and protected by transparisteel, the contents obscured by a thick layer or dust.
Surely, you wonder where this hidden passage is? One might notice a large tapestry, depicting a beneficent woman, radiantly shining her light over the galaxy...and behind that...nothing but stone. Or so one might think...Were it not for one particular stone, placed almost unnoticeably further into the wall than others. What would happen if you pressed it? I'll tell you. The stones before you would sink into the wall and slide away, only to reveal a staircase descending far and deep into darkness. How far did it go?
The curious would delve deep, and find that it emptied into the secret facility. What kind of facility you ask? Why, a cloning facility, of course. Row upon rows of naked clones of the missing Marshall sat suspended in fluids, the holographic projections throwing out vitals and other pertinent information. Atop each cloning tank, a solitary red light glowed. Except for one...who's light blinked green, on and off, on and off...
What had Dax Fyre been doing down here?
[member="Bryce Bantam"]
