Light Sith Inquisitor
From Alien Romulus
Alina had begun scouring the Outer Rim worlds for Relics of the Sith to caste into the Holy Fire. She knew that to go to Korriban, Drumand Kas, and the other Sith Worlds would be a suicide mission. Those would have to wait till she gained greater power or wait for the Jedi and Galactic Alliance to do the hard work for her. While her 'passion' in this iconoclasm ran deep, she was not insane.. not yet anyway. She would have to be satisfied with this vandalism of the Outer Rim, where she would destroy the reliquaries that were scattered all over the reaches of space that few of Sith Order would take notice of. Still there was always the chance she would be dropping in on a base in the making, or some enclave that had secret disciples, perhaps even fabled Sith Assassins she had heard about.
Her Starfighter came out of hyperspace with a great flash of light in the darkness of space. A world below, black and riven with fissures of molten light, like roots of a tree. Her scanners pulling up information on this world,
"Abandoned Mining Facility, Korbas III. Indigenous Species: Unknown. Terraformed, Oxygen at safe levels."
Alina looking at the information let out a huff,
"Nothing is ever abandoned.."
She directing her starfighter down towards the surface. There she doing a sweep of the Mining Facility saw great Smoke stakes, and facilities that were at Fissures of the lava that boiled to the surface like rivers. She reaching out to find what she had come for, this was the perfect place for a Sith Enclave or Mystery Cult that had gathered Dark Side relics. In many ways it reminded her of Mustafar, only the volcanoes seemed dormant, like the smoke stacks of the facility. Making another pass, she scanning the area, and feeling in the Force, she felt something in one of Facilities below, and it was that she decided to set the ship down on a cleared piece of scorched earth. Opening her cockpick windshield, she stepping out and landing in her black leather boots that went to her knees. Squinting, her golden eyes in the black mascara looking ahead. Her right fingers in their brown gloves tapping the dangling long saber hilt at her waist.
"Alright Master.. show me the way."
She began to walk across the charred field to the Facility that was almost as black, with great stilts holding it up with rienforced metal and some sort of generatoes at the bottom that she surmised powered a shielding system, was this if the Lava came up like some sort of tide? Climbing the stairs, her boots making clanging metal sounds that would telegraph were position easily. The stars were in v pattern, two sets and steep. The ascent put he high above, where she looking saw the great open fissure of orange fire. It was somehow calming, like a fire about to go out with only coals burning left.