Private Locks and Keys

[Warmaster Nyâsh]

The Tomb / Belsavis
Onith​

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It was not difficult to get past the patrols and stations of the Eternal Fleet. Everyone knew how the Empire of Kalidan was on the verge of collapse. A once great Empire led by iron will and uncompromising ideology, harsh and strict, found its way to decadence, to allow minor criminals and cuttthroats to influence its greatness relying not on its seemingly indomitable military but rather the will of one woman who was one of weirdest on the state of rulers in the Galaxy.

But that didn't matter to the Warmaster at the moment. He was where he wanted to be and would get what he wanted.

The Tomb was a former prison, used by various galactic institutions, though the interesting ones were those who initially build it. The Rakatans and their Infinite Empire. In combining technology with the Dark side they achieved a great many tools such as the Star Forge, weapons which helped to shape the Galaxy, to ride on the tide of nature. Now they were gone, swallowed by their own hubris and lacking mastery of what they perceived as mastered. But one can only do so much when dealing with primordial powers.

The Prisons on Belsavis were not used for a long time and probably avoided in the recent centuries by adventurers and occupants alike. Many fortune-seekers, artifact hunters and tomb raiders plundered a great many of the vaults secrets and treasures. But not all of them. Nor were all ready to bring so much ... of key materials.

Gruesome Graug overseers whipped the mass of cattle forward, out of the intestines of the ship and forward towards The Tomb. Some were immediately dying by the cold, in shock and terror, but the mass just carried them further, maybe even feeding off them. 'Sentients' were capable of all kind of atrocities once they lost their freedom, dignity and chances of survival.

Not paying a single ounce of attention to the mass of a thousand slaves he passed by with his colossal steps, leading a procession of twisted creatures in sanctified robes and runes to conduct the ritual to come with him. Many of these would not survive either, but the key was life and he was willing to open as many locks as possible.

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[Onith]

Belsavis, a world with such a bloodied history it was the sole world to have concrete and fully functional evidence of its creators millennia after they had fallen from power. Nostalgia rushed through her mind as she recalled witnessing the incarceration of no few insurgents being sent to their new home here. Though she had never been to the world, it was common knowledge to all, for the fear of being sent here kept many slaves and masters in line. It was a time capsule of sorts, one that returned the dark sider to her past.

A small fighter craft flicked through space, bouncing between seemingly random points as it made its haphazard descent. The droid pitlo deflty dodged past easing search patterns and unfit defense platforms. In the passenger seat reclined Onith, containing her enthusiasm only with a supreme effort of will. The droid, perhaps predicting her rising query stated flatly, "Arrival time: approximately three minutes. Landing conditions: Compacted snow. Please remain in your safety harness until the vehicle has come to a complete stop."

Onith smirked at its suggestion of danger from the landing, for the world they were landing on contained more lethal threats than its snowy exterior. She gently thumbed the bracelet on her wrist, feeling its alien symbols and ancient power. The quiet broke as the comm spluttered to static filled life. The pilot methodically adjusted settings to filter out the worst of the inference. The voice sounded worn, but had the edge of someone acustomed to be obeyed, "This is security patrol, fighter craft what is your desig-" With a cursory flick the droid severed the channel and returned its ministrations to the flight.

Though she could not see the vessel that had contacted them, the Sith could sense their presense in the cold void. For a brief instant she felt the course shift and the patrol ship seemed to begin a following course, but it continued past any intercept vector. She breathed a quiet thanks to no one in particular.

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The snow crunched under thick boots as she marched confidently across the small patch of wintery wastelands towards an entry point into one of the many prison sectors located across the planet's surface. She had noticed a large gathering to the east and, concerned that it might be a collection of treasure seekers wishing to plumb the planet for its most valuable secrets, Onith had decided to start her own expedition with a bit of distance between them. Of course, if they should cross paths within then she would have little recourse but to enter along with them, but she felt little personal compulsion to assist them in their own efforts to pillage this land.

Where they would likely have to contend with the automated security the Rakata, and later owners, had installed, Onith had a trick of her sleeve. After all, unlike most treasure seekers on this world, or indeed in this galaxy, she had been a member of the Infinite Empire that had built this place. Though she might now know the security clearances and secret codes that would have been traded among the forces dedicated to maintaining this world, she had other knowledge that would grant her an ease of access incomparable to those around her.

Warmaster Nyâsh