>>> SHIP SYSTEMS ONLINE
Approach vector locked. Primary scanners calibrated.
| LOCATION: | Uncharted System | Desolate Moon, Outer Rim Territories |
| SURFACE COMPOSITION: | Obsidian crust, high ferrous density, magnetic interference severe |
| SIGNALS DETECTED: | None — All comms suppressed. Vault appears dormant. |
| TIMEFRAME: | Deep Night Cycle – Interior exposure at minimal light levels |
| WARNING: | Residual Sith alchemical signatures present. Caution advised. |
>> PROXIMITY NOTE:
Force resonance detected in substrata. Faint cognitive echo logged. Vault entry recently destabilized.
“You ever feel a place lie to you?”
The vault came into view as Braze crested the ridge. It was a jagged split in the moon’s surface, choked with blackened basalt like stone with the the sharp lines of something artificial poking through. From a distance, it could’ve passed for a natural fault. Up close, it was much more obvious: this had been buried on purpose.
The entrance was oddly narrow sitting just tall enough to walk through, framed in scorched metal and weathered black stone. Whatever structure had once stood above it was long gone, collapsed and consumed by time and tectonics.
His boots crunched over volcanic glass as he approached, thick dust trailing behind him in short, weightless plumes of ink. The air was thin with no real atmosphere to breathe, but his gear compensated. Inside the helmet, everything was quiet except for his breath and the faint hiss of recycled air.
There were markings around the entrance carved deep into the stone, some faded and others half-melted away. They were of Sith origin.
He paused at the threshold indicating that a few pictures taken from
[Gidgit] should suffice as evidence.
The passage beyond the entry was steep and dark, descending into a blackened abyss. There was no light inside, nor any sounds; just the suggestion of space and weight. His hand drifted to the saber at his belt, not drawing, just resting there.
"This place seems to have seen better day huh buddy?"
