Orion Darkstar
The Rising Star
Planet: Chalcedon
Location: Planet's Surface
Dry, crusted, and cracked at its core Chalcedon was covered in black obsidian rock. The lava slithered below its fragile crevices of ash, vibrant red piercing through. Desolate and close to forgotten the planet had little attention, then again who would be so eager to take chances with volcanic implications. Steam was another attribute that made the planet dangerous, spraying up at spontaneous times, capable of burning flesh. Mountains stretched across the surface like a metropolis, some of the mountains towered the volcanoes beside them. Active and lively, the planet was far from dead. Its treacherous clutches waiting for its next prey. The heat was the worst part of the entire situation, at least for Kevros. He hated being hot, let alone having to walk across molten rock ready to break at any given moment. The lava popped below teasing his fate.These hazardous dangers weren't the reason for his presence, the force whispered to him in his sleep. A dream lead him here. The voice of the dark side entwined themselves into his mind. Kevros could bare with the planet's conditions solely for the the answers he had been seeking. The force had finally connected with him, showed him the path to significance. There were many things Kevros still needed in order to succeed as a true user of the dark side, a teacher. The dream he had showed him a figure, a entity almost, the very core of the dark side reaching out to him like vines gripping a wall. Never releasing its clutches the apparition showed him the planet Chalcedon. Kevros knew it was a message, a start, and of course his future.
Step by step Kevros made his way to the mysterious coordinates logged into his ship. How they got into his ships log was beyond him, this made it even more enticing to inspect. Kevros was a curious man, curious about the true nature of the force. His youth had taught him that the light side of the force, while more acceptable, wasn't the true way to embrace the force. Jedi were on a different caliber than Sith, whether that would lead Kevros to his demise or not, was yet to be decided.
Kevros scanned the area, just one more hill and he would be able to map the distance it would take to reach his destination. A sudden hiss forced him to leap back quickly, steam springing out from the obsidian rock below. Maneuvering his way around the deadly steam cloud, ashes began to fall softly atop his hood, his Kovani mask untouched. The delicate way the ash fell made Kevros contemplate how something so harmless could easily lead to death. Smiling under his mask at the thought, Kevros reached the top of the glass-like spire. His emerald eyes surveyed the area again, this time a light silhouette could be made out in the distance. A structure, dark and forgotten from the looks of it, laid quietly below.
A river of lava meandered its way into the the structures core, Keveros knew he had found what he was looking for. The force was apparent, and lively in such a clandestine spot. something was calling out him, he could feel it. The light tickles of the dark side caressed his ears as it pulled him closer. Kevros scaled down the spire, and before long stood in front of a dark, volcanic glass made ruin. Shards of glistening glass were thrown to the side, stone breaking from the pressure below. Kevros had discovered something ancient, he slide his arms out from beneath his cloak, and bent down. Grabbing a piece of the glass he twirled it around, his eyes scanning its imperfect, perfection. Kevros tossed the obsidian glass into the large pool of lava resting to the right of the ruins. Charred pillars of what used to be glamours stone, were torn in half. Chalcedon was always altering its terrain, it was surprising that the structure before him was still standing. Stepping forward he found himself inside, the heat was stripped from its dark embrace. Cold and filled with ash Kevros quietly made his way deeper, the whispers of something eager forced him further in. Tall arches made way for the giant opening at the center, the roof was caved in blocking off certain accessible areas of the main entrance. Even still, Kevros moved on, echoes of loose chains could be heard in the distance, shackles for slaves mounted on the walls. Whatever was once here, Kevros truly thought was glorious in its youth.
Windows throughout caused an odd effect across the hallway walls, scriptures of another language presenting themselves to those who wandered in. The sound of a churning metal suddenly came to life, a booming echo severing the cold silence. Kevros tuned out everything and waited, licking his lips he anticipated another churn of working metal. It happened, a clinging of hammer and steel, resonating from below. Stairs, there had to be stairs. Kevros ran, his boots thumping against the cold stone beneath him. The loud clash of metal to metal continued, Until Kevros reached the top of the steps.
A gentle hue of red and yellow flashed against the compartmentalized walls as Kevros felt his way down the winding staircase. The clashing had stopped abruptly, had someone known he arrived?
Kevros peered around the corner his terrifying mask lit from the churning fires ahead. A furnace rested on the far side of the wall, the room was filled with tools. Lava flowed in from the surface, the perfect set up for a hidden forge. The articulate designs among the heaping tools, scattered about the steel anvils, were en-crested with the same symbol. The room also had barrels of coolant liquid in every corner, Kevros was more than impressed. In the very center rested the most valuable piece of the entire room. A pit to melt the metal down, its triangular shape stretched over the immense heat of the lava within. Anchors were strapped to the sides in order to lower the metal safely into the heaping magma. It truly was a forge.
Swords rested along the outside of the room, parts of unfinished work left to the imagination. The dark side was more alive here than Kevros has seen in years. He could feel the deep sensation of power, Kevros stared into the never ending flame of the furnace.Wrapping his mind around one thing, who's forge was this? Not only that would Kevros make it out alive?
The sweet smell of clad iron and rustic oils cleansed him, the darkness would soon take hold. Tense and alert, Kevros silently waited, the force surrounded him with a malevolent embrace.