Private Relic Hunt

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Combat Jumpsuit
Weapons: Blasters | Lightsabers

The undercity of Sleheyron stank of rust and old secrets.

Valery moved quietly through the narrow corridor, each footstep absorbed by the grime-coated floor beneath her boots. Overhead, cables dangled like forgotten vines, and somewhere far off, a pipe hissed as steam escaped into the space below. This place was buried beneath the city — uncharted, unwanted — exactly the kind of place someone would try to hide something dangerous.

She stopped just before a corroded door, its surface etched faintly with a symbol most wouldn't recognize. But Valery did.

"It's here," she said, her voice low but certain. "Subtle, but it's bleeding into the Force. You feel it?"

She turned slightly to glance back at the younger Jedi following in her footsteps. Their first mission together like this — not patrol, not diplomacy — but Shadow work. The quiet war fought in the shadows — the kind that didn't make holoreels or victory speeches.

"These relics don't shout. They whisper. Just enough to get into your head if you let them." Her gaze lingered for a moment longer, sharp but not unkind. "Rule number one: don't touch anything unless I say it's safe. I don't care if it glows, hums, or begs you in your mother's voice. These things corrupt slowly, and they don't always look like monsters." She faced the door again and reached out, pressing her palm against the cold metal. It gave with a reluctant groan, hinges protesting as it opened inward into pitch darkness.

Valery didn't reach for her lightsaber — not yet.

"Stay close," she murmured. "Let's see what they didn't want found."

And with that, she stepped into the dark.

Jin Kimura ​

 

[Jin Kimura]

Relic Hunt
Weapons: Lightsabers & Sidearm
Gear: Jumpsuit w/ Utility Belt
Assets:

Jin's black coat clung to him as he moved silently through the alleyway. Something he was very used to doing and very skilled at. The location of the planet or make up of the alley didn't change that fact. He was a son of Kijimi and had survived its cold and brutal streets.

Now, he was supposed to be a Jedi. A Shadow. Though he identified more with the Shadow bit. He was trying though.

Balancing his Light and Dark sides was not easy, doubly so for a Jedi Shadow. He was intent on learning, however. Currently, the Jedi Order lacked those of his path. The Grandmaster herself being one of very few able to teach him what he needed to know. A dangerous prospect considering the subtle pull every Shadow felt to lose themselves in their darkness. Part of the danger of toeing the line.

Coming up to the corroded doorway, Jin began to reach his hand forward. Tattoed fingers quickly pulling back at the words of the Grandmaster. A slight awkward side glance her way came before his words.

"I do, it's subtle but enticing. Dangerous even."

Jin glanced over his shoulder as a group of rowdy thugs passed by the entrance of the alley. He knew their type. He recognized their danger being their ignorance. Not their blasters. Not for them.

"Sorry about that. No worries though, my mother is dead and I've dealt with monsters before."

The words came across probably a bit too direct. Jin sucked at socializing. He overthought everything to do with trying to converse. It's why he worked better alone. Though he needed to learn. What better way or better person than Valery Noble herself?

Staying close, he followed her in.

Valery Noble​

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Combat Jumpsuit
Weapons: Blasters | Lightsabers

Valery glanced back at Jin, her eyes catching the subtle hesitation in his hand and the quiet awkwardness in his words. The edge of her mouth twitched, just briefly — not mockery, but the faintest trace of understanding. She, too, had once walked alongside Masters who seemed larger than life. Learning when to speak, when to act, when to listen. It wasn't easy. But he was here.

That mattered.

The air beyond the doorway shifted the moment they crossed the threshold. It was like stepping into a different climate entirely — not colder, but heavier. The kind of heaviness that settled on your shoulders, crawled beneath your skin, whispered doubts you thought long buried.

The corridor they entered was narrow and low, carved more than constructed, as if something ancient had hollowed it out by force or purpose. The walls pulsed faintly with a dark, reddish hue — not from light, but from the pressure in the Force. The corruption here wasn't wild or chaotic. It was patient and slow.

Valery paused after a few steps and turned her head slightly toward Jin, her voice quieter now, the edges sharpened by something more serious, "You feel that, don't you?" she asked. "The way the air feels too thick to breathe?" It was getting stronger. The closer they came, the more the presence clawed into their thoughts — not with pain, but with something worse: familiarity. Like a voice echoing your own doubts back at you, perfectly tailored, perfectly timed.

She tilted her head slightly, as if listening to something only she could hear.

"There are minds ahead. Not their own anymore. I can feel them — tethered to something and controlled." She slowly reached for her saber, but didn't ignite it. "Stay centered," she told him, casting him a look that was steady.

Then she stepped forward again, deeper into the dark — the whispering pressure rising with each step, as if whatever lay ahead had finally begun to notice them.

Jin Kimura ​

 

[Jin Kimura]

Relic Hunt
Sleheyron
Weapons: Lightsabers & Sidearm
Gear: Jumpsuit w/ Utility Belt
Assets:
Tags: Valery Noble

As soon as they stepped inside, Jin felt the presence. He felt the shift. The Force in here was heavy with intent and patient with hunger. As if it was waiting to find a weakness within him, waiting to be allowed a way in. Unluckily for it, Jin's darkness was controlled.

They made their way through the hallway, strange architecture and its layout catching the Padawans attention. Though what really brought his hazel eyes forward in curiosity was the crimson hue etched along the corridor. He had never seen a presence such as this before. He had been around the Dark Side before, given his background on the streets of Kijimi, though never like this.

This was different. Weightier and more...present.

Jin quickly stopped in his pace, like a graceful predator learned in its agility as they slinked through the darkness. Master Noble was right, however, as he did in fact feel whatever this presence or aura was. It whispered incessantly in the back of his skull. Inviting and teasing. Wanting. For him.

Jin blocked it out. He cared not for it's placid offers. Curious or no.

"I do. It's like a street urchin begging for change. Incessant and buzzing." Jin shook his head slightly, as if the physical act would rid him of the presence. "I know when not to turn my back on those types, Master. I will be fine."

Jin nodded at her words as they pressed on, both of his sabers appearing in each of his hands yet to be ignited. The whispers continued until he could not tell which thoughts were his own. Regardless, he would not let them in. His attempts to shield his mind prove somewhat fruitful even if it didn't block it out completely. Jin readied himself at her words, preparing to face whatever this manifestation had in store for them.​

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Combat Jumpsuit
Weapons: Blasters | Lightsabers

Valery didn't say anything at first. She heard the confidence in Jin's voice, and admired it. But in this place? Even the most steadfast could be worn down, piece by piece. "Good," she murmured, casting him a glance from beneath her brow. "But don't let your guard down. Not even for a second." The corridor stretched ahead, narrowing further, the oppressive weight of the dark pressing in on both sides. The walls seemed to pulse now, faintly, in rhythm with something unseen. The Force was not dormant here — it was watching.

And then they heard it.

A sound, soft at first, like the shuffle of feet dragging across stone. Distant, but growing. Valery slowed her steps, one hand raised slightly to signal Jin to do the same. The shuffle became a stagger, uneven and wet, like limbs too heavy or too broken to move properly. Around the bend in the corridor, figures emerged. Valery's breath caught, not in fear, but in recognition — not of the individuals, but of what they had become.

Four of them, maybe five, shuffled forward, clad in remnants of what might once have been workers' robes, their faces slack, eyes clouded with a sickly sheen. Their skin, where visible, was pale and sallow, marked by faint tendrils of dark energy that coiled along their veins like creeping vines. But it was their movement that was most unnatural — not quite alive, not quite dead.

And their presence in the Force?

Possessed.

"They're still alive," Valery whispered, a grim line settling into her mouth. "But barely."

Jin Kimura ​

 

[Jin Kimura]

Relic Hunt
Sleheyron
Weapons: Lightsabers & Sidearm
Gear: Jumpsuit w/ Utility Belt
Assets:
Tags:

Jin took Val's warning to heart. If there was one good skill he had picked up upon joining the Order, it was knowing when to heed advice from Jedi older and wiser than he. Knights and especially Masters knew what they were about and had the experience to back it up. Like those old gangsters on Kijimi he always ignored for rambling fools too out of touch to understand him.

The padawan slowed as Val held up her hand. He felt what was coming before he heard or seen it. Their force presence was certainly...corrupted and not their own though he could not identify it. Whatever they were that rounded that corner, Jin knew all four of them were definitely no longer regular workers. Being a typical brash and young man, Jin ignited one of his white-bladed sabers in his right hand.

"Well, whatever they once were they aren't anymore. I know how to fix 'em!"

With those words trailing behind him, Jin leaped for the wall pulsing with whatever presence was watching them. Judging. His white saber trailed a path behind him as he ran along the wall towards the group of approaching figures.​

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Combat Jumpsuit
Weapons: Blasters | Lightsabers

"Jin—wait!" Valery's voice rang out, sharp and commanding, just as he launched from the ground. Her saber ignited with a familiar hiss, casting a violet glow across the narrow corridor, but she didn't move to strike. Not yet. Her eyes were locked on the staggering figures, watching as, sluggishly, they reacted to Jin's sudden charge. Their hands fumbled, almost mechanically, for weapons — crude blades, rusted tools — but their faces remained vacant, their motions eerily hollow.

"Stop!" she called again, stepping forward, her voice firm but laced with something more.

Urgency.

"Look deeper, Jin!" she snapped, her presence in the Force flaring like a beacon to catch his attention. "They're not acting on their own — can't you feel it? The darkness… it's not them. It's pulling at them. Controlling them. From deeper inside this facility." She reached out with her senses, pushing past the veil of corrupted presence that clung to the figures like a shroud. Beyond the immediate, beyond the room, something darker pulsed. A tether.

"They're caught in something's grip," she said, stepping closer now, eyes never leaving the broken souls ahead. Her saber remained lit, but low, a warning rather than a strike. "If we kill them, we're not freeing them. We're just doing its work."

Behind her, the figures hesitated, their hands tightening on their weapons — not attacking yet, but wavering, like puppets waiting for the next tug on the strings.

Jin Kimura ​