Public Exile No More

[The Nameless]

Verridun, Unknown Regions
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In ancient times, a cult of Force sensitives had called this place home, building a temple out of gathered stone. Cutting themselves off from the rest of the galaxy, including the orders of the Jedi and Sith, their knowledge would be kept only within the halls of the structure. Long has it been since their lives came to an end, many never leaving the world as others turned away from the cult and fleeing in the only starships they had not destroyed. The secrets of Verridun would be lost to time, nature claiming the paths which were once treaded by sentient beings. For centuries, it lay in possession of the fauna until a starship interrupted the long silence, bringing with it only two. A Master and his apprentice, following a long cold trail found the temple after weeks of searching. Here, the Master would become disappointed in his chosen pupil, finding her to be unworthy. Before the world would claim another, the crimson blade stopped close to her as the sentencing of death was retracted. Instead, the young apprentice would be left in the unknown in exile. Believing the world would once again be lost to time and with it, another victim to time. Claiming certain artifacts which once belonged to the dead, the Master departed, leaving the girl behind.​

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Pale fingers pull at a long strip of dark cloth, the fabric coming to rest against her face, covering her 'eyes'. Once it is certain that the fabric wont fall away, hands retreat from beneath strands of light blonde hair. Lifting herself from the stone steps upon which she was seated, her steps begin to lead away from the open doorway leading into the ancient structure. WIthin the brush spread throughout the perimeter, growling beasts observe her every move, refusing to step closer, for fear of her or the temple itself is unclear. Coming to a stop at the edge of the final step, a hand lifts to become outstretched ahead of herself. Seconds later, the cylindrical hilt of the saber she had thrown into the distance in rage days before comes to rest within her grip. Turning, the woman ascends the steps, heading into the darkness of the temple's interior.​

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[Kyyrk]

Voph sat motionless in his meditation chamber. The Desolation was nearing it's journey's end. Cross legged on the floor, Voph breathed deep of the very essence of the Force. It was his ability, nay, his gift, to become attuned to the Force, and seek out those whom he required. And so he lost himself among the fabric of reality, searching for one single thread. A tiny splash of life against a backdrop of chaos. And though he did not find the one he sought, he had found...another.

Voph never had been the sentimental kind. Most in his position could not be. But ever since his return, Voph felt a keen duty and connection to his people. No longer was he the last of a dying breed. There were others. And though he was not foolish enough to hope they would follow him, it was his duty to try. To unite them as one. To bring them home. And so it was that the Desolation found itself drawing near Verridun. Voph's search could continue later. Ilum had shown him many things. But his quarry was not among them.

As Voph donned his robes, he wondered what exactly awaited below him. He could feel...something. Something more than the entity that had lured him there. Ah well. All in due time. As Voph returned his mantle to his face, he felt the familiar warmth of resolve seeping into him. The Force was his ally, and his tool. And as he did its will, he was rewarded. Voph prepared to depart for the planet's surface, steeling himself for what was to come. Some came quietly. Others, not so. But this time, it was not the being he sought that worried him. It was who else might come looking...

The Nameless

 

[The Nameless]

Ancient Temple - Interior
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Slow steps bring the young woman through the dimly lit corridors leading into the large inner sanctum. Within the center of the room, she took a seat upon a worn cushion that had been brought along and was all that remained of the former equipment she and her Master had used to camp prior to locating the temple itself. Before her was a small fire, the flames dancing in the dark as dim light was cast outward. Though she did not require the light of the flame, the warmth was a welcome feeling. Sitting cross legged, she entered into a meditative trance, allowing the Force to flow through her.​

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Reaching outward,the creatures lurking within the brush could be felt. At the edge of her senses, something seemed to stand out like a beacon. " Someone has come..? " The words leave her lips in a curious whisper holding shreds of hope. As if on instinct, her fingers spread as if to call the saber back to her grasp though it sits on the stone between herself and the fire, and yet she refuses to call it. Knowing it would heed her call, the desire to wield the weapon could not be found. Holding her place, she pulls her senses back to the temple itself, returning her attention to the immediate surroundings.​

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" The knowledge of this place shall remain hidden.. " The words were not her own but those she had read in writings within the walls of the temple, and though it was not the truth of her exile, she now believed herself to be a guardian of this place. It was easier than accepting a long and lonely fate of exile until death.​

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Within her mind, she was at conflict. Whether this arrival was one to bring her away or to seek the knowledge, was not known. Soon enough she would know the answer.​

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Kyyrk ​

 

[Kyyrk]

Voph stood at the side of the shuttle, looking down at the trees zipping by underneath. The being he had sensed was within the temple nearby. The hood of his Robes whipped in the wind as the shuttle flew along, pausing just long enough to deposit her passenger in a clearing not far from the Temple. He strode quietly through the brush, head turning at the sound of creatures watching him, announcing their presence and warning him to stay away.

Voph did not reach for his sabers. The animals were no threat to him. And he wished to appear as nonthreatening as possible to whomever waited within the temple ahead. So instead, he walked. Though his robes supported the use of a rebreather, he did not wear it. Not yet. The dark figure stood at the edge of the clearing at the base of the temple, looking up at the grand entrance. Then, Voph began to walk up the stairs, and venture within the Temple.

His aura was unmistakable as that of a fellow Miralukan. A pure breed, untainted by meddling in other species. His identity in the Force was...ambiguous, to say the least. Not a Lightsider by any means, but...not Dark, either. Even though the shreds of darkness still clung about him. Once he stepped fully into the temple's foyer, he stopped. The Darkness swirled about him, wishing, hoping to take him. But he answered to its corruption no longer. Some scars would never heal. But that was not always a bad thing.

He was but a guest here. He did not know the intentions of his host, but he sought a peaceful resolution at all costs. No longer did his species stand at the brink. But he would not needlessly risk a life. Especially not one of his own.

The Nameless