"In my experience,
when you think you
understand the Force,
you realize just
how little you know"
[COMM TRAFFIC]
LOCATION :
Odessen | OBJECTIVE : @ | TAG (FOE) :
Diarch Rellik
Connel was still well enough away from the “Base” or where it once was, who knows, it’s been thousands of years after all, before he needed to stop and check his bearings. The planet was teeming with life and if he were on vacation, he would stop to appreciate it, but this was work and it was going to be difficult. Sure, he knew well enough where he was going, but there was the question of what was
now on Odessen compared to what once was.
The twin suns of Odessen hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the rugged terrain. Connel Vanagor, moved with purpose through the dense underbrush, his senses attuned to the whispers of the Force that surrounded him. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and the distant sound of cascading water, but Connel’s focus was on the ancient Alliance base that lay ahead, a relic of a time when the galaxy was embroiled in conflict.
Connel had come to Odessen seeking answers. The Jedi Order had been fractured, and the remnants of the Sith were stirring once more. As a Shadow, his role was to operate in the dark, gathering intelligence and eliminating threats before they could manifest. But this mission felt different. The Force had guided him here, and he could sense a disturbance that beckoned him deeper into the heart of the Alliance’s past.
As he approached the base still some distance away but in eyesight of the structure, the crumbling stone walls loomed before him, overgrown with vines and moss. The structure was a testament to the resilience of those who had fought for the light, but it also bore the scars of countless battles. Connel paused, allowing the Force to wash over him, seeking any signs of danger. The base was quiet, but he could feel the echoes of the past reverberating through the air.
“Stay alert,” he murmured to himself, drawing his hood over his head. The shadows were his allies, and he would need every advantage in this place.
Pushing through the heavy doors to a gate that once stood as a perimeter guard over a mile away, Connel stepped into the dimly lit flora and fauna. The air was stale, filled with the remnants of old machinery and the faint scent of burnt circuitry. He pulled his combat shield and followed the path ahead. The rock walls were lined with faded murals depicting the heroes of the Alliance, their faces frozen in time, forever fighting against the encroaching darkness.
As he moved deeper towards the base, Connel’s instincts kicked in. He could feel the presence of others—faint, but unmistakable. They were not Sith, but neither were they allies. Shadows danced at the edges of his vision, and he knew he was not alone.
Show yourself, he called out, his voice steady. The Force thrummed around him, ready to respond to any threat.
From the shadows emerged a figure cloaked in dark robes, their face obscured by a hood. Connel’s grip tightened on his lightsaber, but he did not ignite it. The figure raised a hand, revealing a glimmering silver pendant—a symbol of the Alliance.
“I mean you no harm, Jedi,” the figure said, their voice low and calm. “I am Kira, a historian of the Alliance. I’ve come to uncover the secrets of this place.”
Connel studied Kira, sensing a mixture of curiosity and determination. [COLOR=DARK ORANGE]What do you seek here?[/COLOR] he asked, lowering his weapon slightly.
“The truth,” Kira replied, stepping closer. “There are whispers of a hidden archive, a repository of knowledge that could change the tide of our struggle against the Sith. I believe it lies within these walls.”
Connel considered her words. The archives of the Alliance were legendary, filled with strategies, secrets, and the wisdom of those who had come before. If Kira was telling the truth, then this could be a valuable opportunity. But he also sensed a deeper purpose within her—a quest that went beyond mere knowledge.
Then we should work together, Connel said, his voice firm.
But we must be cautious. The Force has warned me of a disturbance here.
Kira nodded, her expression serious. “I’ve felt it too. There are remnants of the dark side lingering in this place. We must tread carefully.”
Together, they ventured toward the base, navigating through the labyrinthine corridors finally reaching an entrance. The air grew colder, and the shadows seemed to thicken around them. Connel’s instincts were on high alert, and he could feel the weight of unseen eyes watching their every move.
As they reached a large chamber, Connel’s heart raced. The room was filled with ancient consoles and holographic projectors, remnants of a bygone era. In the center stood a massive stone pedestal, its surface etched with intricate symbols that pulsed faintly with energy.
“This must be it,” Kira breathed, stepping forward. “The archive.”
Connel approached cautiously, examining the pedestal.
We need to activate it, but we must be prepared for anything.
Kira nodded, her fingers dancing over the controls. As she worked, Connel closed his eyes, reaching out with the Force. He could feel the energy of the archive awakening, but with it came a surge of darkness—a malevolent presence that sent a chill down his spine.
“Connel!” Kira shouted, her voice breaking through his concentration. “Look out!”
(OOC Note- They're not there already, in one of the Outter lying areas.)