Sleep Tonight - The Birthday Massacre
Location: Naboo
Objective: Secure the site / Identify the artifact or entity within / Prevent potential contamination of the surrounding region.
Tag:
Jared Starchaser
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Voli Cholrass
One Week Earlier...
The discovery came not with triumph, but with a creeping sense of wrongness. Beneath the moss-choked foundations of a long-forgotten monastery on Naboo, a team of archaeologists broke through a layer of stone that bore no tool marks, no fractures, only a seamless plane etched with symbols that resisted translation.
The chamber beyond was sealed by a circular door of dark alloy, untouched by time, its surface faintly warm despite centuries buried in cool earth. Instruments malfunctioned when brought too close, and more than one researcher reported the same disquieting sensation: the feeling of being watched by something patient, something aware, from the other side of the seal.
As the team cataloged their findings, unease spread through the camp like a whispered rumor. Sleep became fractured by dreams of echoing halls and distant chanting, and even in daylight the air around the chamber felt heavy, as though sound itself were reluctant to linger there.
The lead archaeologist, a veteran of countless digs across the Mid Rim, finally conceded what none of them wished to admit, his discovery was beyond the reach of academic expertise; there was a powerful energy bellowing from behind, speculation it radiated from the Force.
A formal communique was transmitted to the Jedi Order, detailing the chamber's anomalous properties and the growing sense of dread it inspired among the team.
The response from the Jedi was swift and measured. The Jedi Council acknowledged the report, noting the chamber's resonance in the Force and the wisdom of restraint. They assured the archaeologists that three members of the Order would be dispatched to investigate the sealed chamber, chosen for their balance of insight, discipline, and experience with ancient sites touched by the Force.
Until their arrival, the Jedi advised the ruins remain undisturbed, the chamber remain sealed, and vigilance maintained; an unspoken acknowledgment that some secrets, once uncovered, demanded reverence as much as curiosity.
Present Day...
Dankaia stood at the threshold of the ruins where ancient stone met creeping circuitry, the monastery's broken arches laced with half-buried conduits that hummed faintly in sympathetic resonance with the Force. She closed her eyes, letting the world narrow to sensation alone; the vibration beneath her boots, the way the air folded inward as though reluctant to pass beyond the ruins, and the sealed chamber doors.
The disturbance below was not loud, not violent, but dense, layered, like stacked echoes of intention left to fossilize in the dark. It pressed against her awareness with cold patience, a signal repeating across centuries. She remained still, cloak stirring in the Naboo breeze, waiting for the other two Jedi to arrive, knowing this was not a place meant to be faced alone.
Without breaking her focus, Dankaia turned slightly toward the perimeter camp where floodlights cut pale scars across the ruins. "You're certain no one has gone back down there," she asked the lead archaeologist, her voice calm but edged with warning, "no visits to the chamber since it was uncovered?"
The archaeologist swallowed and shook his head quickly, glancing toward the ruins main entrance as if it might hear them. "Absolutely certain," he replied, forcing a thin, humorless smile. "You couldn't pay any of them double their wages to revisit that haunted section of the ruins. Most of the crew won't even stand this close after sunset."
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