Private Fates and sabers crossing

[Cremek candorus]

Coroscant.

A metropolitan city, the famous, or infamous (depending on who you were asking) "jewel of the core worlds"​

Seat of the first galactic empire.. now run by the weak and the foolish.. the soft..

The dark wanderer had come, rumors of a particularly juicy find via a broker had lured cremek to coruscant, one that could provide more.. more knowledge, more history, and most importantly, more ways to train his followers.. why coruscant, he had no clue, maybe this is where the Holocron was found, then again, how could he resist such a hint, even if it was just a trap.. or false alarm, his twisted sense of honor demanded the mandalorian historians attention. he still had a few layers to go if he wanted to get to the underworld, where his broker was holled up, placing his signature helmet on his head, yet even now, the dazzling lights and chattering of countless souls were nothing but a murmur, and yet deeper cremek went, darker..

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Xslither Ender

 

[Ender]

Ender wandered around Courascant aimlessly, why he was here, he had no idea, guard post was the given explanation. He didn’t care though. There were Mandolorian archives on Courascant somewhere, he just needed to find them. Though Courascant was just some massive city, it would be almost impossible to find. The power of knowledge though, so powerful, it can make people. Its secrets can be dark deep, friendly, kind, unforgiving.

 

[Xslither]

Xslither, that night dreamed about a city bigger than Mandalore. It’s name was coroscant and it was big and contained many secrets and lost of knowledge waiting to be given. Xslither of course became curious and got in his tie interceptor and flew off to coroscant. As he got there he discovered what a city or planet it was. The center of the galaxy many called it. Why was he there in the first place he had no mission but his brain told him to go. Why? Xslither thought. There must be a reason.

 

[Ender]

Cremek candorus

Ender wanders to the place the man told him about. He wasn’t sure if the man was lying or not, for he was to tired to tell. He had also spent all of his credits on that guy giving him information. As he enters the place, he sees books, LOADS of books. He then wonders when the last time some one actually read a book was. They were just waste less pieces of junk for scientists to study at the point.

He grabs a book on the seventh aisle which is supposed to be dedicated to Mandolorian culture, however, it seems that half the books have been re-arranged because he’s barley been able to find anything. He grabs the book and sits down. And on the bench across from him is someone he could never mistake:
Cremik Candorus, a dark leader and Warlord of the Mandolorians.

 

[Xslither]

Xslither walks until a voice in his brain sais turn right. To his right is nothing but a simple library that looks like it has been destroyed 700 times. He trusts his instincts and goes in just as any other person would he looks at loads of books. He’s never seen so many. He walks over to a book about the Jedi that is titled La-so-mun. He picks it up and smashes it on the floor as hard as he can he picks it back up and tears every bit of it to pieces. He gets on his knees and brakes into tears. It’s like everything is chasing him. Then a familiar voice says “you ok.” He looks to his left and sees Ender staring at him in an odd way. Next to him is sitting another mando. But not just any mando this one was special.

To be continued…

 

[Cremek candorus]

the dark wanderer had not come for idle chit chat, such was below him, the alor of varsuuth had better things to do than chat with bumbling morons and non believers, walking down, The outside of it looked rather unimpressive, but upon gaining entry, cremek was dismayed to see there were quite a few people in attendance. Apparently, the seller wanted to encourage a healthy amount of bidding.

A Dug alien came onto a makeshift stage, thumping one of his muscular legs against the flooring of crates. "Listen up. Top tier items, ready for purchase. Credits only, no bonds."

Hovering platforms began to showcase the items behind thick security glass; armoured droids were also on hand, should any prospective buyers decide to cause trouble. There were some odd bits and pieces; nothing of fantastical interest - yet. Perhaps the seller was saving the best for last. Slipping in and out of the crowd, cremek looked on as each piece of put on display.

 

[Ender]

Ender secretly followed Candorus into the auction house, taking cover behind a pillar. He watches Candorus walk over and take some looks as he moves his helmet across the room. He could only wonder what he was doing. He also kind of wanted to just tap his shoulder and ask him what he was doing. Thoughts, thoughts…

We waited there for the auctioneer to just finish up so he could talk to Cremek. He kept on putting on more and more items, as he waited, crouched behind the pillar. He then thought how uncomfortable his armour really was. He watches as Cremek rests his head weight on the guardrail, watching, but bored

How long would they be waiting here?

 

[Cremek candorus]

Slipping off the side, in a private room where the items were stored, Cremek made short work of destroying the droids guarding them. Naturally, he had to do so as quietly and quickly as possible. Using the abilities in the Force, he dismantled the droids down to their very bolts and nuts, until they were nothing but piles of scrap.

Locating the holocron, the dark Jedi was happy to confirm his suspicion; it was undoubtedly made by a Sith; the shape alone was a dead give away. he could try to steal it, and spirit away from this place, but he didn't want to risk potential discovery. cremek had to determine the exact contents of the relic, and decide whether or not it was worth the risk. Noting the item hadn't been called upon yet, the dark wanderer acted quickly.

he attempted to activate it, but to his annoyance it remained dormant - apparently, it was uninterested in his presence.

"Damned thing..." Muttering under his breath, cremek knew what he had to do.

Black tendrils licked at cremeks very soul; for but a moment, they took root both in his heart and within his mind. he felt cold, the feeling familiar to him, but he allowed it for the sake of opening the holocron. It worked. With an ignition of colour, the artefact bled into consciousness, clicking and opening in small facets. Knowing he wouldn't be able to maintain the connection for long, cremek sought through the contents rapidly.

 

[Ender]

Ender followed Cremek closely behind, and as they moved into the vault, he realised that Cremek was… force sensitive? Something he had never known, and doubtfully anyone. He watches him open the door with ease, with the push of a few fingers. It was mesmerising. He followed him in a hid behind some crates. Oh, all the hiding today. He wondered how long he’d been here. It didn’t matter.

Cremek walked toward a specific area. He opened the box and what was sitting there was a priceless item. How could this be? A Sith holocron? He had only heard of these in stories. It was amazing how Cremek even found this. He watches him attempt to open it, but the holocron decides to stay in-compliant, staying its place glowing a faint red. He sees that Cremeks fists curl, and he knows that he must be raging inside. Now it was kind of hard to imagine a Mandolorian leader, actually a Sith Lord. He watches for a while Cremek breathing in and out, fists still curled. Once again, Ender would be waiting for a while