The Dark Storm
Hoping out of his ship, Darth Mevalk looked at his surroundings. He wasn’t impressed. It’s not like Takodana had anything impressive but…
He grabs his lightsaber and his DH-17 and begins to trek down no certain path. He didn’t know where he was going. He also couldn’t stand the colour. Green. Oh, how he hated the colour of the Jedi. The was one thing he liked apart from power: knowledge. See, for him, the power of knowledge was life itself. He would do anything for knowledge. He has killed, murdered, upon other crimes just to gain knowledge. In a matter of fact, he couldn’t remember how many propel he killed to get here. Meh. Didn’t matter.
Mevalk wandered for several hours, looking, without success. Of course. To find knowledge, you need to push. And lush he did. Until he ran into something. A message. Too bad he couldn’t read it. And he could’ve wished he did. He looked around, wishing he had a translator droid. And what did the writing mean you ask? It was the location of Darth Plagieus the Wises’ tomb.
He grabs his lightsaber and his DH-17 and begins to trek down no certain path. He didn’t know where he was going. He also couldn’t stand the colour. Green. Oh, how he hated the colour of the Jedi. The was one thing he liked apart from power: knowledge. See, for him, the power of knowledge was life itself. He would do anything for knowledge. He has killed, murdered, upon other crimes just to gain knowledge. In a matter of fact, he couldn’t remember how many propel he killed to get here. Meh. Didn’t matter.
Mevalk wandered for several hours, looking, without success. Of course. To find knowledge, you need to push. And lush he did. Until he ran into something. A message. Too bad he couldn’t read it. And he could’ve wished he did. He looked around, wishing he had a translator droid. And what did the writing mean you ask? It was the location of Darth Plagieus the Wises’ tomb.