Derisive Umbaran
ESSION
[member="Connor Harrison"]
Ession was an industrial world. Most of the world was covered by urban cityscape and industrial centers, and what wasn't was instead dominated by lifeless wasteland. In times long gone, the planet had likely been a little more hospitable. Hospitable enough that a gaggle of cultists decided to enshrine their deceased master within a deep, dark tomb on the planet. The tomb was only recently rediscovered by a scouting party looking for a better location for a military base. Thankfully even if the tomb wasn't there, the land wasn't suitable for the project. It was safe from being bulldozed over, for all intents and purposes.
Having better things to worry about, the people running Ession ignored the discovery and continued searching for an adequate spot for the proposed military base. But word soon trickled out through the rest of the galaxy. This eventually attracted the attention of a Darth Janus, a man who had every intention of excavating the ruin and running off with whatever powerful artifact of the Dark Side was rumored to be present there. The Umbaran, accompanied by a modestly sized mercenary expedition, set about the slow and arduous process of busting into the tomb and circumventing the traps located within. And he did it all in his uniform from the olden days, because he certainly wasn't about to identify himself properly. It could jeopardize his other, more meaningful jobs.
It was a slow-going process, mercenaries routinely perishing in combat from undead or Sithspawn found within the tomb. The traps were no help, and after a minor accident that sealed off part of the tomb and made it inaccessible, explosives were no longer being used to breach locked doors. Cutting tools were used instead, making the process even more arduous. But Janus was not daunted. Even now he stood at the very top of the pyramidal structure, just before the entrance, waiting for the team he had sent in earlier to return and give their report. Circling the pyramid were the ramshackle prefabricated buildings of the mercenary company, where the rest of them waited.
He glanced at his chronometer. They was taking far too long.
[member="Connor Harrison"]
Ession was an industrial world. Most of the world was covered by urban cityscape and industrial centers, and what wasn't was instead dominated by lifeless wasteland. In times long gone, the planet had likely been a little more hospitable. Hospitable enough that a gaggle of cultists decided to enshrine their deceased master within a deep, dark tomb on the planet. The tomb was only recently rediscovered by a scouting party looking for a better location for a military base. Thankfully even if the tomb wasn't there, the land wasn't suitable for the project. It was safe from being bulldozed over, for all intents and purposes.
Having better things to worry about, the people running Ession ignored the discovery and continued searching for an adequate spot for the proposed military base. But word soon trickled out through the rest of the galaxy. This eventually attracted the attention of a Darth Janus, a man who had every intention of excavating the ruin and running off with whatever powerful artifact of the Dark Side was rumored to be present there. The Umbaran, accompanied by a modestly sized mercenary expedition, set about the slow and arduous process of busting into the tomb and circumventing the traps located within. And he did it all in his uniform from the olden days, because he certainly wasn't about to identify himself properly. It could jeopardize his other, more meaningful jobs.
It was a slow-going process, mercenaries routinely perishing in combat from undead or Sithspawn found within the tomb. The traps were no help, and after a minor accident that sealed off part of the tomb and made it inaccessible, explosives were no longer being used to breach locked doors. Cutting tools were used instead, making the process even more arduous. But Janus was not daunted. Even now he stood at the very top of the pyramidal structure, just before the entrance, waiting for the team he had sent in earlier to return and give their report. Circling the pyramid were the ramshackle prefabricated buildings of the mercenary company, where the rest of them waited.
He glanced at his chronometer. They was taking far too long.
- Beat up Janus and his mercenaries.
- Either destroy the artifact or render it irretrievable.