Garith Darkhold
Dark Kashi
Dxun
Emerald seas of green, nearly endless as it spanned the distance. Nearly as the canopy of lush jungle forests met the base of a mountain range of jagged rocks and steep slopes. Dxun beautiful as she was, she was unforgiving, centuries of history had proven this statement. It held appropriate levels of oxygen, nitrogen, and hydrogen. It was really nice to breathe and it held all the necessary tools to support life. That was not what made this planet a danger. The danger lay within the residents and the scares of the distant past.
Maalraas, Zakkeg, and Drexl were some of the predators that roam day and night. Each dangerous in their own right and historically proved to be deadly to even the more notable warriors. Such beasts were not the only creatures to watch out for in this land. Even some of the flora had a tease for flesh.
Then there was the beast rider tribes. Humans shaped by the hostile land of Dxun. Regional to curtain areas they could be very territorial and can be aggressive to outsiders and other clans.
Wreckage from ancient wars held their own hazards to curious hearts who dared to travel the jungle in search of them. Jagged metals parts and unstable ordnance was some of the hazards jungle held.
To those sensitive to the Force could sense the dark history. The Tome of the Freedon Nadd and other enigmatic locations on the planet held power.
Why met here?
Why in Republic controlled space?
First the envoy would have to find a way to travel through the system without attracting unwanted attention. Once to the planet locating the coordinates would be easy but getting to them, yes. The closest clearing to the coordinates was at least three kilometers away. This meant the envoy would have to travel through the jungle on foot.
Once there the envoy would exit out of the canopy of the jungle into a small clearing. On one side there was a small pound, the other side was a campfire, with cut logs presumably used for chairs. Sitting in one of the chairs was a large man. Short dark hair, with tan skin the man had solid athletic form. Shirtless, the man was only wearing a pair of pants made of stained black leather and steal toed boots.
The interesting part was the man’s tattoos. Some written in a old Sith dialect, some in Mandalorian design, and some in familiar shapes like skulls. Facing in the direction the envoy should clear the forest, Garith was leaning forward rotating a chunk of meat on the campfire spit. To his left sitting out on a carved piece of would was a bottle of caramel liquid, two tin cups, two plates, and cutlery. Feet behind him a metal door inlaid into a outcropping of stone that jetting up out of the ground about 9 meters into air and about twice that in breast. He appeared to be alone and waiting.
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