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A great number of holocrons had been lost during the wars with the One Sith and their various sister states. Vast amounts of knowledge were wiped clean from the Jedi archives, not even bearing to mention the destruction of the Jedi Temple and all the information held within.
One of Cyril's greatest failings was the loss of Darth Krayt's holocron. The repository of dark knowledge was spirited away by agents of the One Sith during the battle of Ossus. At the time, Cyril had been young and far too naieve for the responsibilities given to him. He'd made a call, and that decision had haunted him for the rest of his career.
Now, he had a chance to right that wrong.
Agents of the Shadows had spoken of a mysterious artifact lost within the Tatooine wastes. A dark and terrible thing that repelled those weak to the force and attracted those with strength. It had been abandoned there, for how long Cyril had no idea.
He knew in his gut what it was.
So it was that Cyril Grayson had set out to Tatooine aboard a rickety old shuttle. He'd only afforded himself one companion: a young knight with great promise. She only needed someone to nurture her talents.
He grumbled a curse as the shuttle shuddered and the landing gear sunk into the sand. The dune sea stretched on for as far as the eye could see, broken only by an orange mountain eternally bathing in the twin suns' light.
"Didn't break anything mid-flight, did we Saren?"
One of Cyril's greatest failings was the loss of Darth Krayt's holocron. The repository of dark knowledge was spirited away by agents of the One Sith during the battle of Ossus. At the time, Cyril had been young and far too naieve for the responsibilities given to him. He'd made a call, and that decision had haunted him for the rest of his career.
Now, he had a chance to right that wrong.
Agents of the Shadows had spoken of a mysterious artifact lost within the Tatooine wastes. A dark and terrible thing that repelled those weak to the force and attracted those with strength. It had been abandoned there, for how long Cyril had no idea.
He knew in his gut what it was.
So it was that Cyril Grayson had set out to Tatooine aboard a rickety old shuttle. He'd only afforded himself one companion: a young knight with great promise. She only needed someone to nurture her talents.
He grumbled a curse as the shuttle shuddered and the landing gear sunk into the sand. The dune sea stretched on for as far as the eye could see, broken only by an orange mountain eternally bathing in the twin suns' light.
"Didn't break anything mid-flight, did we Saren?"