ɪɴᴅᴜʟɢɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀɴᴛᴀsʏ
Tumi stood at the brink of the Northern Ridge, her hands casually clasped behind her back. Below her, the canyon floor was littered with jagged fragments of shattered stone and ancient Sith ruins, now overtaken by sickly, pale lichen. Five hundred meters down, something enormous stirred beneath the rocky ledges. A dull clattering sound echoed from below, likely the mandibles scraping against the stone.
She recognized these sounds from the Silooths, enormous beetle-like Sithspawn that had been left behind due to their unpredictable and aggressive nature. A modified security drone hovered three feet to her left, its repulsors producing a low, steady hum. Two more drones patrolled the perimeter of her makeshift camp, which consisted of a single folding worktable, several sealed supply crates, and a portable telemetry rack anchored to the granite base.
Tumi input a sequence into the console on her table. A low-frequency hum resonated through the metal legs of the equipment, penetrating deep into the stone. Tumi had no desire to command these war beasts in combat; instead, she aimed to sample the acid they expelled to extract its properties for future applications.