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Faction Pathfinders: Episode 1



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Valery Noble Valery Noble | Anthony Gray Sun Anthony Gray Sun | Dominik Borra Dominik Borra
BB-610 BB-610 | Gatz Derrevar Gatz Derrevar | Connel Vanagor Connel Vanagor | Jalen Kai'el Jalen Kai'el
Sol Stazi Sol Stazi | Lt. Bren Alazar Lt. Bren Alazar | Haro Harend Haro Harend


In the distant reaches of the Outer Rim, a mysterious signal emerges from the distant Voxx Cluster. The signal carries the encrypted signature of an ancient Jedi distress beacon, lost for centuries. The Galactic Alliance assigns the 303rd Pathfinder unit, accompanied by a Jedi contingent, to investigate the origin of this enigmatic transmission.

As they venture into the heart of the Voxx Cluster, they must navigate through treacherous asteroid fields. As they do, they encounter a dense nebula that disrupts their communication systems. The swirling gas clouds have made visual navigation near-impossible.

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Colesar, for his part, was largely indifferent. The small flight of vessels had traveled thus far without problem, what was a little communications hiccup? Just a cog in the machine, he kept telling himself. Adjusting the headset over his ears, he listened intently. The 303rd Task Force had arrived in system nearly an hour ago but ever since then their travel had been slow. Asteroids, scanner malfunctions, and intermittent communications between the ships of their force had been stymieing. Even now, some of the Jedi had been conscripted by the pilots to help guide them through the treacherous asteroid cluster towards their destination - the source of a mysterious signal. From the distance at which it had been detected there was no way of knowing exactly what it was other than that it was consistent.

In part, that's why the Jedi had been contacted. More luck than intuition had indicated that the signal was using an old Jedi cipher to transmit... something, data? A request? A message? It was too hard to tell but if it was an ancient Jedi signal then they were bound to investigate.

They'd picked up the signal the moment they'd arrived in system. A short time later, the Jedi had discovered it was indeed a message, albeit not one any of them wanted to hear. A distress signal. It had put a damper on the mission, set jaws and tensed shoulders were common. Whatever was here had caused the Jedi to send a distress signal which meant it was probably something bad.

"We're getting something on scanners.. no.. wait, it's just static. Nevermind."

"No, there's something there! Look!"

"There's no way... how long has this been hiding here?"

Voices cluttered the comms as an image was shared among the crew. A planetary body ahead. More of a moon, really. Small. Obscured by the swirling gasses of the nebula. It was no wonder that it had been uncharted, no doubt on purpose but also by circumstance. The fact that the task force had managed to navigate thus far was a testament to the skills of the Jedi and the pilots at the helm. Colesar felt the deck plating shift beneath his feet as the ship descended towards the moon, hand gripped firmly at the combat netting inside the small troop bay.

More data came through, a small description of what lie ahead. Through collaboration with the Jedi and what data they managed to scrape up from the scanners, the consensus was that the signal was emanating from what could only be described as ancient Jedi outpost. That explained the signal itself as well as the message. What would the Jedi have been doing way out here though? Why was the outpost hidden inside of a nebula? All questions running through everyone's minds. A voice cut through the thoughts, over the comm.

:: All hands, prepare for landing sequence, we've arrived. ::


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Oxygen Levels: Acceptable
Gravity: 1.0 GSG (Galactic Standard Gravity)
Environment: Tropical
Weather: Overcast
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"It's safe. Remove your enviro-gear gents." The burly voice of Sergeant Vorla cut clearly through the air. Thank fate, thought Colesar as he reached up and removed the bulky hood. "Signals are pretty fucked, keep your spacing tighter than normal. We've got a bearing of 030, maybe a kilometer or two at most. Keep it single file on me." It had been an interesting endeavor, figuring out the chain of command, not only for the 303rd but in light of the Jedi present, any number of people could have claimed leadership - thankfully, all of that had been addressed en route. This was first and foremost a military operation, a reconnaisance mission, therefore it was the 303rd that would pilot this shuttle. Of course, situations were fluid and so there was always room for adjustment should the need arise.

"You lot, scatter yourselves along the line if you would - never know when y'alls sixth sense might come in handy," he said towards the Jedi in their midst. You'd never get him to admit it but the Sergeant was a little bit jealous of the Jedi and their connection the what they called the Force. Only connection he'd ever felt was the one between his finger and the trigger. Each to their own purpose, he supposed.

Scanners were practically useless but Colesar found himself lugging around the excess weight anyway. They wouldn't do much in terms of distance but who knew what it was going to be like once they got where they were going. Looking at the terrain, he bit the inside of his lip. Mountains, thick brush, and dense jungle lay before them. It would take them at least an hour to get through - and that was if they were hauling ass. There was nothing for it however, here they were. Putting left foot in front of right, he set off behind the Sergeant.

In a single file line they traversed towards the source of the signal, boots churning the wet soil as they marched ever closer to their destination.




OOC Notes:
See original discussion thread here: https://www.starwarsrp.net/threads/pathfinders-episode-i.180173/

Hello! As a heads up, this is not a "DM/GM'd" thread, build story around the other writers and the general premise! I intend that there are multiple entrances to this forgotten outpost and pirates scattered throughout so have fun and go wild! If there's too many people in a certain area, feel free to break free and go into an unexplored area and make up what you'd like! The most important bit is to have fun!

See the OOC Thread for additional info/intended overall arc and build your story around that! I have included the general "Narrator Text" below for reference!

In the distant reaches of the Outer Rim, a mysterious signal emerges from the distant Voxx Cluster. The signal carries the encrypted signature of an ancient Jedi distress beacon, lost for centuries. The Galactic Alliance assigns the 303rd Pathfinder unit, accompanied by a Jedi contingent, to investigate the origin of this enigmatic transmission.

As they venture into the heart of the Voxx Cluster, they must navigate through treacherous asteroid fields. As they do, they encounter a dense nebula that disrupts their communication systems. The swirling gas clouds have made visual navigation near-impossible.

Upon reaching the coordinates of the signal, the Pathfinder unit discovers a forgotten Jedi outpost. The outpost, now overgrown with alien vegetation, holds ancient holocrons and relics that could reshape the understanding of the Force. However, signal artifacts have appeared on short range scanners suggesting they may not be alone.


The Pathfinders and the Jedi face the dual challenge of navigating the hostile terrain of the outpost while dealing with the possible threat of other lifeforms, likely marauders. The Pathfinder unit must use their combat skills, tactical expertise, and the Jedi the Force, to outmaneuver the hostiles, all while avoiding triggering ancient security systems within the outpost.

As they delve deeper into the outpost's chambers, the Pathfinder unit uncovers a darker secret. The ancient Jedi distress signal was a desperate plea for help against an unknown and ancient darkness lurking in the shadows of the Voxx Cluster. The team realizes that they are not only dealing with pirates but also facing a formidable ancient adversary that hungers for the power contained within the Jedi outpost.

With time running out and the threat growing, the team must decide whether to retrieve the artifacts and risk awakening a dormant evil or abandon the outpost to prevent the ancient darkness from escaping into the galaxy once more. The Pathfinder unit faces a moral dilemma and a race against time as they strive to protect the secrets of the Jedi and prevent a catastrophic resurgence of the dark side.

 

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Ship: The Red Night
Weapons:
Sith Lightsaber - Concealed within R4-Z3
Tag: Valery Noble Valery Noble BB-610 BB-610 Colesar Cain Colesar Cain


Gatz didn't like that the Sergeant thought he could order them around. He wasn't enlisted. He was no soldier. He was a Jedi, and therefore, not part of any military structure. But Gatz had come at Valery's behest, and making a scene would only make her look bad, not him. So he kept his mouth shut and fell into line behind Val and BB-610.

R4 trailed behind him, secretly carrying the only weapon that Gatz owned: a Sith lightsaber that Valery herself had specifically told him to keep locked away, and never use for practice. Which, to be fair, Gatz had followed her instructions to the letter. It was locked away inside R4's dome, and he'd only ever used it in life or death situations, and never for sparring.

He was following the letter of the law, just not the spirit.

But otherwise, Gatz was entirely unarmed, and he was the only Jedi who appeared so. That made him anxious, being the only Jedi who'd yet to construct a lightsaber—a Padawan at twenty-five, no less—but it wasn't like he could help it. He'd missed his gathering as a youngling, and returned to the Order long after he should have constructed his Jedi weapon.

Without a Master he could turn to for guidance, Gatz was shit out of luck. So, constructing a lightsaber would remain beyond his capabilities. As would obtaining a crystal. And many, many other things. At the rate he was going, he'd never become a Jedi Knight. Not when he wasn't getting the extra help he sorely needed.

But those were difficulties for another day.

Unarmed as he was (technically, unless he was willing to let Valery know he'd brought his Sith lightsaber along—which he wasn't) Gatz decided that Valery's side was the safest place to be. Or, in this case, right behind her and her own droid companion.

"So... ancient distress beacon?" Gatz tried for casual conversation, "you think we'll find people as old as you here?"

 


"you think we'll find people as old as you here?"

"Oh jeez," Jalen sighed.

Gatz was trying to speedrun his way to another 2000 word essay. Now hardly seemed the appropriate time to be goofing around. There was work that needed to be done after all. Or maybe he was taking this too seriously. There was a lot that Jalen still had to figure out in regards to the decisions the older padawan enjoyed making.


"You lot, scatter yourselves along the line if you would - never know when y'alls sixth sense might come in handy,"

"Yeah, that takes concentration," he frowned. "Why don't you give us a minute to feel the place out?"

Jalen was not here to be barked orders at. If this was being done it was being done methodically. All it took was one jar head running off ahead to unleash some great unspeakable evil or whatever the ancient Jedi got up to sealing away. He stuffed his hands into his pockes, letting the aura of the planet wash over him. The frequency of the signal was typically undetectable without equipment, but sounds could be felt in the force, or at least Jalen could feel them. It wasn't too disimilar to the beacon at the Coruscant temple.

If not a really old one.

"Sounds like the Coruscant beacon," he relayed. "The frequency is off though. They've encoded the data in a different way. It must be using an older base code. A reciever intended to decypher the data from the main temple could be modified to read this message, in theory..." He paused. There was something cold about the air. "Beacons don't typically go off without someone to trip them. I'd wager this is either a trap or a distress call."


 
We will either find a way, or make one.
An eye for an eye only ends with the whole world blind.
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[Any text in brackets signifies comm-link usage and not face to face conversation]
SECTOR:
Outer Rim - Voxx Cluster
MISSION:
TAGS: @Valery Noble | @Anthony Gray Sun | @Dominik Borra | @BB-610 | @Gatz Derrevar | @Jalen Kai'el| @Sol Stazi | @Haro Harend

There wasn’t one ship navigating the asteroid field, but two, and frankly, the pilot of the second ship did not know how happy he should be about that. There was too much drama in that group, or at least it felt that way in the Force. So he piloted his own vessel with Lt. Alazar and his “Omega Squad” as well as the others along for the ride. While he followed the lead vessel down into the atmosphere, the Jedi veered off “just a tad” at the request of the Lieutenant to the east of their destination. A quick hover and they exfilled and the ship was off again.

Landing next to the lead vessel, Connel was quiet as his droids and the ship’s crew were settling the ship down, he simply let the other passengers do their thing and grabbed his gear. Stepping off the ship, the atmosphere was arid, definitely indicative of the tropical ecosystem.

The blond “twenty something” who was huddling behind Master Noble opened his mouth and really shouldn’t have, Connel just quietly let out a tiny sigh and inwardly rolled his eyes. As inappropriate as the attempted ice-breaker was, it was necessary to move on and focus on something else.

[Master Jedi, this is Lieutenant Alazar, we are navigating this rainforest and running into consistent opposition. Be aware, no need to respond.]

Jasper’s little brother ( Jalen Kai'el Jalen Kai'el ) was clearly good with tech, one thing Connel was not, the young Knight was one to use stealth, which was odd considering how he grew up. Not to mention the knowledge he was carrying. I’m going to move ahead a little bit and scout the area. I won’t go far, or bring attention to us, just keep us from getting surprised.

Looking around for any counter orders from Master Noble or better ideas, Connel “got low” and began to make way forward but at an angle that was not direct towards the apparent facility. Didn’t want anyone watching them to figure anything out yet. .


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The only easy day was yesterday.
You know those types you don't want to meet in a dark alley?

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BLUE TEAM - Michael, Gabriel, Sariel,
GREEN TEAM - Raphael. Uriel
OVERWATCH AND AUTOMATED PILOTING - Raguel, Remiel, Seraphim

Michael, Gabriel, Sariel,Raphael, Uriel,Raguel,Remiel, Seraphim
[Any text in brackets signifies comm-link usage and not face to face conversation]

TAG: @Valery Noble | @Anthony Gray Sun | @Dominik Borra | @BB-610 | @Gatz Derrevar | @Jalen Kai'el| @Sol Stazi | @Haro Harend

Green light.

Move! Move! Move!

One by one, each member of the team jumped off the loading ramp, rolled into position and set a perimeter. It took mere seconds before all members were on the ground and the ship was moving off. This was not “The Pegasus” or “The Annunaki”, it was a Jedi’s ship that they caught a ride on, so there was a worry of stealth, but that was something to worry about later. Silently “Raguel”(Pathfinder) stood and patted “Remiel”(Cover) mid stride, Remiel followed suit patting “Raphael”(Assault) on the shoulder, as Raph did with “Sariel”(Sniper), Sariel to “Uriel”(Demolitions/EOD), Uriel to “Gabriel”(Tech/Team XO), and finally “Michael”(Bren/All around/Team CO) and they were on the move. Into the rainforest they moved silently, they were all professionals and getting to know each other so they were getting better with each mission.

Contact left...

Encampment. two…

Sariel…

I got’em… tango one… and tango two down…

Good job guys, let’s move…

They did not make it ten feet before…

Contact ahead… patrol of two...

Quietly…

Slinging their weapons, pulling out combat knives and their suppressed side-arms, Raguel and Remiel slinked through the muck and flora ultimately to surprise each marauder. Raguel first grabbing one from behind, covering his mouth and jamming the knife in his chest, he pulled the dying marauder down into the foliage. This drew the attention of his compatriot who drew his own rifle, only to be surprised by Remiel who jumped to his feet and “put two in his head”. During the process of hiding the pirates' weapons in foliage, the team stripped their weapons off. While this was happening, Gabriel set up a comm-link channel to which Michael used to contact his new Jedi friend.

[Master Jedi, this is Lieutenant Alazar, we are navigating this rainforest and running into consistent opposition. Be aware, no need to respond.]


... yeah, I scare them.

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OPERATION SHADOW'S VEIL
UNCHARTED PLANETOID

Colesar Cain Colesar Cain Gatz Derrevar Gatz Derrevar Jalen Kai'el Jalen Kai'el Connel Vanagor Connel Vanagor


Colonel Stazi lit the stubby cigarra he'd been grinding between teeth during their trip planetside. Iron legs stomped down the embarkation ramp. Straps dangled from a helmet which barely fit over his prodigious skull. Faded tags rattled against some alien predator's fang around his neck. Crimson eyes glared at the jungle with naked suspicion. He'd lost count of how many worlds this made.

"Take point, Sergeant."

His voice sounded part-electronic. More battle scars. Sol knew his troopers whispered that he was more machine than man. Too angry to die. Even the Force thought twice about crossing a Stazi.

"Beacons don't typically go off without someone to trip them. I'd wager this is either a trap or a distress call."

"Common sense from a padawan?" the colonel grunted, "Maybe you won't get torn apart by some sithspawn freak."

One glance at Gatz and it was clear Sol had less faith in the older student's chances. Then again his grimace of displeasure seemed more or less constant. Another blasted Jedi rescue mission. Peacetime was making him too soft. Fatigues blended with wilderness and his face was covered in dark warpaint so that Colonel Stazi resembled a phantom.

"Sounds like the marines drew first blood. Feel anything, Master Jedi?"
 


The single file line traversed for some time, unmolested - then in the distance, echoes of combat through the trees. That wasn't a good sign. Comms traffic sputtered through the interference of the nebula but Cole could make out the words. They weren't alone on this moon. The egg heads over at the SIA must have done their homework properly after all. Just as the Pathfinder's foot came down the line halted abruptly, a hushed tone barking from in front.

"Halt, get the scanner up here."

The words were passed down the line until it reached Colesar. Rising with a quiet grunt, he slung his weapon and carefully hustled forward to the front with his gear in tow. The scanners were next to useless at long range which meant the Sergeant leading the file must have seen something ahead. He wiped a forming bead of sweat from his brow. Damn, it's hot. A few moments later he hunkered down next to the Sergeant on a knee. "Cain here, Sergeant." The Pathfinder went to work, slinging his bag and retrieving a small boxy object. With a quiet click of a switch and a hum of energy, the screen came to life. What Colesar saw was a mess. Lights lit up the display, fading in and out, sweeping across the screen. "Lots of phantoms out there, a handful about two hundred meters look more stable though, small movement." A flicker at the corner of his screen sent his eyes darting off to the side. "And it looks like... over that way, we have another set of signals. Same signature."

Looking up from his position, Colesar narrowed his eyes and peered ahead. Two hundred meters, that's not too far. Bearing... There. He didn't see anything at first, overgrown foliage obscuring his view but as he looked more intently he could see an outline of something. A structure. Moss and lichen had grown over the surfaces but Colesar saw the unmistakable figure of a Jedi, carved in stone just in front of a large opening. Vines had grown across the wide doorway but it was there.

"The uh, signals are coming from inside there. Hard to say but the readouts look human," he said to the Sergeant. "Pack it up. Get one of them up here, we can deal with the pirates but I'm not trying to tempt the fates." The Sergeant's voice held back a growl. Colesar didn't blame him, he wasn't a fan of the supernatural either, and much preferred tangible things. Things you could touch, feel, hit, crush. Shoving his equipment back into the bag he looked over his shoulder for the nearest Jedi. "Looks like an entrance ahead, statue out in front about two hundred meters. Possible hostiles inside. A secondary set of potential hostiles off to the left. Whatever this place was, it looked like it had multiple entrances."

It made him uneasy. Pirates were easy enough to deal with, by all accounts. It was the fact that this place was as old as it was that had the hair on his neck standing on end. Securing his gear and gripping his weapon, Colesar waited while the Sergeant filled in the Colonel.

"Best bet is to split up, my thoughts are to let the Jedi take the entrance we know about while we sus out the other one. Always wondered what it would be like to take on the role of a tunnel rat. If the Jedi want, we can send a few of ours with them for backup." The Sergeant's humor covered up a sense of unease, the veteran not shaken by the task ahead but cautious. Something felt off, there had to be more to this than just pirates having taken up living here, it still didn't explain the strange distress signal.


 
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Andy wasn't one for combat, normally. But the rainforest did offer him a unique advantage. Water was everywhere, and he felt it.

He wasn't much of a military minded man, but he knew what it meant to take command. "Send 4 with me, and I'll scout ahead." Andy spoke up, with purpose.

Tag: Colesar Cain Colesar Cain

 
Valery Noble Valery Noble | Anthony Gray Sun Anthony Gray Sun | Dominik Borra Dominik Borra | BB-610 BB-610 | Gatz Derrevar Gatz Derrevar | Connel Vanagor Connel Vanagor | Jalen Kai'el Jalen Kai'el | Sol Stazi Sol Stazi | Lt. Bren Alazar Lt. Bren Alazar

Not for the first time, Haro Harond swore under his breath as his knee twinged- Vader-damned humidity. The time-tossed Jedi- hailing from an alternate time, centuries before this 'present'- soldiered on quietly, making small talk with the 303rd and the Jedi contingent, but primarily keeping his observations to himself as he trudged through the jungle, securing the rear.

For the past few years, Harond had primarily flounced around the Outer Rim, dispatching would-be warlords and pirates. Everyone's focused on Mando's and Sith and politics and whatnot, but somebody gotta worry about the common man. So, provided he check in with an assigned Jedi Shadow- apparently folks popping up from other timelines was not completely unheard, and there was actually people who monitored the 'time-tossed'- the Korun was free to do what he pleased. Unless he was needed. Which apparently, was the case. Because being centuries removed meant Haro had encyclopedic knowledge of all things Jedi?

That little troll was somewhere laughing.

Haro's thoughts were interrupted by the unmistakeable sound of combat. He stiffened and walked faster, catching up the rest of the group as they arrived at the entrance to what appeared to be a Jedi outpost- lost to time, and yet transmitting a signal.

The Padawan's right. It's either a cry for help- or a trap.
"Best bet is to split up, my thoughts are to let the Jedi take the entrance we know about while we sus out the other one. Always wondered what it would be like to take on the role of a tunnel rat. If the Jedi want, we can send a few of ours with them for backup. @Colesar Cain

Andy wasn't one for combat, normally. But the rainforest did offer him a unique advantage. Water was everywhere, and he felt it.

He wasn't much of a military minded man, but he knew what it meant to take command. "Send 4 with me, and I'll scout ahead." Andy spoke up, with purpose. @Anthony Gray Sun

The Jedi Master raised a brow, then shuffled through the assembled until he was standing next to the firefighter. "Glad we got that settled, now let's go- no use standing here", he quipped, cocking his double-barreled blaster combine, before entering the outpost.
 
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A nod from the Sergeant indicated his agreement with the Jedi. "You four," he said, pointing at the closest four Pathfinders. "Follow along, do your part." Turning back towards their objectives, he motioned for the men to follow, splitting off towards their left and away from the entrance to their front. Colesar fell in just behind the Sergeant, his scanning gear stowed. He'd gotten a good bearing on the two lifeform readings, now they just had to find out where the entrance was. "Take point, weapons free - no point in sneaking now," he said as more weapons fire sounded in the distance. "Understood," Colesar replied.

Carefully the Pathfinder put foot in front of foot, eyes searching the dense scrub underfoot. No signs of disturbance here or there, no unusual terrain changes - at first. Then he saw something unusual. A stone, but one that protruded at an odd angle to the ground. He'd almost not seen it, obscured by a gently moving fern but a small shaft of light cutting through the canopy bounced off of a small crystalline fragment embedded in the rock. He raised a fist and took a knee, investigating further. Weapon in one hand, he reached out with his free arm and pressed his hand against the stone. His action was met with a quiet rumble beneath the ground which sent the soldier rising to his feet, hands gripping his weapon tightly.

The ground began to shake, cracking of roots echoing as a gaping maw opened up before him. Voices echoed out from within..


"Oi, wot 'ell wuz 'at?"

"I don't know, I'm just as shock as you! Did you trip something?"

"Mind yer own bob'r. Prolly, yous 'ew trip't et. 'an yew see..."


Colesar barely had time to process that the voices were getting closer before he suddenly saw the tip of a blaster rifle poke out from the maw. Evidently, the two must have been exploring and come across the entrance just as Colesar and the Pathfinders had - unfortunate. A sharp yelp emanated from the newly opened cavern as its occupants caught sight of the line of soldiers peering eagerly at them - the sound of weapons firing blot out anything after that.

The barrel of Cain's weapon rose and his finger wrapped around the trigger, two brilliant flashes of green screamed from it and the Pathfinder found himself dropping back to a knee. A few errant blasts flew over him and towards the others before he fired again, and again. Then it was quiet, the two bodies slumped in an awkward way on the descending steps into the underground structure.


"Let's go!" he shouted, picking himself up and dragging the bodies out of the way. "Lights on, stay frosty!"

Colesar stepped into the maw, a weapon mounted light revealing a long corridor ahead. Where it would lead, he had no idea.


 


A strange silence settled in as their feet padded against the durasteel floor plating, the sounds of battle from other parts of the facility fading until it disappeared completely. Colesar, for his part, could only hear the sound of his own breathing and the dry scrape of boots against dusty ground. This place was ancient, there was no doubt about that. By appearances, these pirates themselves had only just settled in. Good.

With his offhand the Pathfinder wiped beads of sweat from his brow, squinting in the dim light. Hey idiot, your weapon light! Oh. Right. Resting his finger on a small activator the corridor ahead burst to light as the beam shot forward. Corridor, corridor, and more corridor. They traveled like this for some time, each step bringing them deeper into the facility. Eventually the durasteel plates gave way to polished stone - there was no doubt in the soldier's mind that this was indeed a Jedi Outpost, but why was it underground? A question for another day as a minute shimmer ahead put his hair on end. A quick and silent fist raised over his left shoulder signalling for a halt in their procession.


"Tripwire ahead, hold the corridor. I'll handle it."

Carefully moving forward to the line, the corner of Cain's lips twitched. Easy day. The trap was an easier one, just a thermal detonator tied to a tripwire. A single snip with a multi-tool and they were ready to move forward. A quick flash of light towards his mates and they were once again on their way into the facility, only a few hundred more feet before they emerged into an atrium of sorts.


"What is this place..." he whispered to no one in particular.

Pointing his weapon light around the room he tried to understand where they were. A high domed ceiling, several small alcoves in the circular room held objects of unknown type. In the center, an opaque... jewel? Cain could hardly call it anything else, the smooth surface forming almost a teardrop, suspended above the floor. Narrowing his eyes, he examined it closer.


"I've got a bad feeling about this..."


 

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