Paareth
Sith Happens
Kubindi | Ku’Bakai System | Calaron Sector
Kavash Jungles, Staging Zone TT619, Tempest Clearance Only
Dawn. Mild Cloud Cover.
Forests crushed to dust in ages past left a barren, arid, dry air in their place. Now insects and their hives under the earth loved to call this place their home. While jungles, bogs, and swamps remained, the level of moisture over much of the world could leave a dry taste in the mouth, and so predators were forced to be smart or starve here.
Within reach of Sith, Jedi and Mandalorian space, hives under the earth and a planet that wasn’t exactly a tourist spot, this was the perfect place for a One Sith outpost. That old spectre that had died a death long ago. Mostly it was dead, the carcass picked clean, but not everyone agreed. Some of the strength after their fall had splintered, and sort refugee as so many fragmented alliances or factions do on the rim. Here one such outpost was located, but no large base, no this was a special facility for three unique masterless acolytes to feud over ownership.
The jungle here was thick, drier than most you’d find, the foliage though, thirstily lapped up what little moisture the weather could hold, and predators could be seen scurrying about occasionally. Predators that would sooner rip something to shreds than announce they were there, meals being scarcer than other planet's jungles no doubt. Underfoot the dirt was dry in patches and earthy in others, sometimes it crunched, and othertimes you left a clearer footprint.
Walking along a quaint jungle path, which looked like it had been cut recently and walked by a handful of people, a prisoner was being escorted by two One Sith troopers. The troopers although looking well travelled now, were wearing a variant of their stormtrooper armor, and from the 770th Loyal Sons Legion, if it made any odds in this day and age. They were clones of [member="Mythos"] and [member="Nyx"] respectively as their progenitor DNA. Both carried folding custom made blaster carbines and seemed alert and well trained enough to the dangers around them. The prisoner's head was bowed, she was in chains, and strangely her mouth was muzzled. It was hard to get a good look at her face, but her skin seemed oddly off color and she didn't walk like a human would. The three in their small procession seemed to be heading to a garden sized mound of earth ahead.
Kavash Jungles, Staging Zone TT619, Tempest Clearance Only
Dawn. Mild Cloud Cover.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yjBN6ObgHiI
The procession of the damned always sounds best on hallowed ground.
The procession of the damned always sounds best on hallowed ground.
Forests crushed to dust in ages past left a barren, arid, dry air in their place. Now insects and their hives under the earth loved to call this place their home. While jungles, bogs, and swamps remained, the level of moisture over much of the world could leave a dry taste in the mouth, and so predators were forced to be smart or starve here.
Within reach of Sith, Jedi and Mandalorian space, hives under the earth and a planet that wasn’t exactly a tourist spot, this was the perfect place for a One Sith outpost. That old spectre that had died a death long ago. Mostly it was dead, the carcass picked clean, but not everyone agreed. Some of the strength after their fall had splintered, and sort refugee as so many fragmented alliances or factions do on the rim. Here one such outpost was located, but no large base, no this was a special facility for three unique masterless acolytes to feud over ownership.
The jungle here was thick, drier than most you’d find, the foliage though, thirstily lapped up what little moisture the weather could hold, and predators could be seen scurrying about occasionally. Predators that would sooner rip something to shreds than announce they were there, meals being scarcer than other planet's jungles no doubt. Underfoot the dirt was dry in patches and earthy in others, sometimes it crunched, and othertimes you left a clearer footprint.
Walking along a quaint jungle path, which looked like it had been cut recently and walked by a handful of people, a prisoner was being escorted by two One Sith troopers. The troopers although looking well travelled now, were wearing a variant of their stormtrooper armor, and from the 770th Loyal Sons Legion, if it made any odds in this day and age. They were clones of [member="Mythos"] and [member="Nyx"] respectively as their progenitor DNA. Both carried folding custom made blaster carbines and seemed alert and well trained enough to the dangers around them. The prisoner's head was bowed, she was in chains, and strangely her mouth was muzzled. It was hard to get a good look at her face, but her skin seemed oddly off color and she didn't walk like a human would. The three in their small procession seemed to be heading to a garden sized mound of earth ahead.
Someone or rather something very large was watching them walking from within the thick bush, and perhaps he wasn't the only one.
[member="Tathra Khaeus"]
NPCs:
[member="Tathra Khaeus"]
NPCs:
The two Trooper NPCs are free to use as you like, armed much like this.