Private Hail to the Seer || Adras

[Darth Nefaron]

TAGS: Catarina Talen Vizion Trozky
Location: Adras
Objective: Explore the Prison World


The distress signal had only been active for a standard hour.

It was nearly impossible to make out, but a terrified voice spoke in hushed whispers.

"Adras penal coloy 212 calling for... anything! The guards are dead, or they've been taken-"

The message cut out for a time before the voice returned once more.

"-Cult, they are in control now. Either you throw in with the crazies or they-"

One more, a little more than static. Then a final cry.

"-They let something in. It's... WAIT! PLEASE!-"

The transmission was cut. Adras fell into silence.

​

With the fall of the Galactic Empire and the turmoil of the following centuries, the already unimportant planet called Adras was left to rot, long overtaken by the far more inviting and profitable worlds in the surrounding systems. Adras is a world of shadows, a seemingly eternal darkness settling over the world and those few who called it home, many doing so without choice. While the major cities had long been emptied of life, the old detention center had been expanded over the years, turning from a simple holding camp into a vast complex for various prisoners from all over the Outer Rim. Most were little more than common thugs who had been busted on their home worlds for petty crimes such as thievery or the smuggling of spice, but all that mattered to them was that they had been shipped off to Adras to serve out their sentence, their years long interment spent mining or in the refining of basic minerals found beneath the surface of Adras.

Several systems removed from the maw of the Sith Empire and the light of the Royal Naboo Republic, Adras was not particularly valuable in any sense of the word. IT was a dumping ground for the forgotten scum of the galaxy. But for an entire world to fall into dead silence? That was the work of a greater power than a simple uprising. Yet there are no ships in orbit, no great fleet coming to claim the world for one side or the other. It's just dead air and seemingly endless darkness.

No one is coming for the prisoners.

Only the brave. Only the foolish.

Yet the facilities' main landing pad remains lit.

It's calling to those who wish to venture into darkness. ​

 

[Catarina Talen]

Tags: Vizion Trozky Darth Nefaron

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"I'm still skeptical, Vizion." Deep in hyperspace, Catarina contented herself by tending to her plants. The Song of Kirima's garden was one of the few luxuries Catarina kept entirely for herself - for no purpose or benefit besides her own joy. The flowers she cultivated were all fickle - they bloomed rarely, died easily, and required constant care. A bit like people, in their way.

"People are quick to paint the people shooting at them as monsters. Or madmen. Sometimes an uprising is just an uprising." Her voice was soft, always, and just a bit melancholic, in the moment. She stood, and brushed the soil from her robes. "With a place like Adras, it was bound to happen sooner or later." She frowned, just a bit.

"I'm more worried they'll try to shoot us down than turn us to the Dark."

Adras was odd, of course. The Shadow didn't deny that - otherwise she wouldn't have been bothering to investigate, and the Order wouldn't have approved two Jedi for the detail. It was nothing short of miraculous for a penal uprising to manage a total frequency blockade, or destroy every comms array on the planet, or whatever they had done.

A high-pitched beep interrupted both Catarina's train of thought and her rambling - an indication that the Song was soon to exit hyperspace, and she and her comrade would be free to do more than simply speculate.