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Praetorian Initiate
Equipment | Praetorian Robes, Code Cylinder, Lightsaber (blue), Throwing Knives
Location | Corridor of FIV Hecate, Had Abbadon space, The Deep Core
Allies | [member="Eighth Guard"]
Status | Tracking
[SIZE=11pt]A lone figure stood silently before the viewport, her gaze captivated by the horizon of the planet that loomed before them. Finally, she thought, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she raised a hand to touch the glasteel panel. [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Framed by the darkness of space, it was an unremarkable looking world, monotonous in its shades of grey and tan[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]. [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]But after all time and effort expended on this excursion, the young woman only felt relief and joy that they have finally found it[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt].[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]With only scant data and rumours to guide them, she had torn through the archives of Skye and Virgillia in search of information. She has spent hours upon hours, days upon days studying the documents and files disseminated by their Lord and Master. And then, she had further expanded on the materials provided to them, tracing its destruction to the lost planet of Had Abbadon. With its location situated within the maze of anomalies that was the Deep Core, it was an already challenging endeavour. But with the passage of time came the corruption of source and material. In the end, she was only able to determine that the forgotten system was nestled somewhere in the triangle formed by Tython, Cambria, and Thoadeye.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Even from the safety of space, she could feel the ominous aura that surrounded the planet. The Force continued to whisper to her, imparting to her of its rot and corruption.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Was it the remaining taint of the Muur Talisman[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]?[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Despite the deep sense of apprehension that accompanied the forewarning, the young woman disregarded her instincts and instead turned to regard the Admiral of the vessel they were aboard. Dressed in a simple ensemble, Marriskcal made for an unusual sight on the command deck of the Hecate, the bright crimson of her robes distinctive against the dark hues and formal uniform of the First Order Navy. Paying no heed to the subdued conversations that filled the command deck as the officers relayed details and information amongst themselves and throughout the fleet, she made her way towards the stern looking commanding officer, stopping beside the older gentleman that was staring contemplatively at the holodisplay.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]“Admiral, I will be taking my leave. As per the briefing, my partner and I will be making our way planetside. Though we seem to be the only fleet in the system for now, we cannot disregard that we may encounter forces originating from the New Republic. Please inform us if you detect anything out of the ordinary.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]With a final polite nod to the Admiral, the blonde left the command deck behind, her senses drawing on the thread of connection that bound her to her counterpart.[/SIZE]