Private Scriptures of the Acid Sun

[Orion Darkstar]

Tags; Dubiety

Orion gripped tightly at the mechanical device, the splintered ground branching out in an endless attempt to remind him where he stood. A desert, the heat was the most frustrating part, sweat dripping from his forehead. The blips on the maping unit from the probes sensors phased out. Orion sneered, his emerald eyes shifting to the open land before him. The only thing in sight for miles were the twin peaks on the sothern border. He looked back down at the sensor, but nothing. It was clear to him that the only sound thing to do was continue forward, he had already come so far, it would be terrible to give up now. In truth, Orion was searching for something, something that had already found him as he stood drenched in his own juices. He sighed, the voice creeping up from the deepest pits of his mind, chained away to stay hidden until called upon. Only, Fovos Torgon was making his life more difficult by the days, not with the taunting words in his mind, but the spreading of black phenomenon that took hold of the sith's body. In recent days it had spread to his legs, causing sharp pains during random encounters when he exerted himself. Still, whatever he encountered deep in the caves of the Doshar Fields it would bring him one step closer to finding out how to deal with the demonic nuisance.

You grow weak...
Ill, tainted by my power!

The hallow words were just reminders that time wasn't on his side. He'd searched practically everywhere, but to no avail. Eventually, something would have to give, whether it was his body or the discovery of how to extract the demon. Either way, time wouldn't wait for such things as trivial as one man's troubles. He tried to ignore Fovos, but fired back anyway as he started to walk again.

I've fed you already, don't you have something better to do than harass the one thing keeping you alive?
Keeping me alive? This is a prison, all I need is the key to break free...But you already know that, don't you Orion?
You're boring me Fovos.
Once I break free I'll-

"Cezura." Orion's voice held strong, the demonic taunting abruptly cut off as it was bansished back to the foreboding walls of his mind. The prison he created to protect the infestation from spreading too quickly, the contract binding the monster to him and the very will to contain the ancient possessor was skill of its own degree. Oddly, Orion thought the two of them were one of the same, each leeching off the others power. Using one another in a game of eternal, unspoken gratitude for keeping the other alive. Others may have not understood, but extracting Fovos wouldn't be the end, he would find a permanent resolution. One where, Orion could utilize the demonic being's powers without being a detriment to his body...or life.

A loud hiss sprung out from a small bump close by, acidic steam spraying upward like a torrent of confetti. Orion was careful to stay clear of it. The acid could eat away at metal. His hilt was made of nothing but. The sun continued to beat down on him and the stretch of land left made him hopeful of his arrival. He could make out the dark background of mountains. Rocks towered over the sides of it, he smiled. In a few short minutes he would reach the base of the treacherous terrain, the only joy he would receive would be in the cool shadows of the massive giant before him. ​

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[Zenric Salyn]

There was nothing more in this galaxy that they loved then a good tomb. The thrill of ancient traps to hide the secret knowledge of the past Sith. And on a planet where the very rain tried to melt your skin from your bones? It was a delight! Well, it would of been if it was easier to counteract the acid pouring from the heavens.

It resulted in quite the problem for the Clawdite. Dubiety sits underneath one of the rocky outcrops just close to the mountain, watching the rain continue to erode the rocky landscape. They sigh heavily, resting their chin in their hand. "Well, this is no fun. I'll have to talk to that merchant when I can get out of here." They glance to the near melted pile of what was supposed to be an acid resistant overcoat. Something to protect the young Sorcerer from the horrid rain.

It didn't last long once the rain really started to pick up.

"How should I punish him.."

Orion Darkstar

 

[Orion Darkstar]

Tags: Dubiety

Orion stretched out his hand from beneath his cloak, the thread inside a pure silk. The heat washed away in seconds as he reached the bearing mountain. The clouds that hung overhead formed a pure black. The only thing it truly created was rain. Not just any rain, but corrosive liquid compressed by a cold and hot front on the planet of Florrum. It was a common occurrence. One that was tedious and detrimental to visitors unprepared for the torrential acid above. Luckily, Orion's cloak was made from fine enough material to not worry. He threw the hood over his head and looked at the rubble, large rocks crawling their way to the first cliff above. This was his entrance point to the baseline of the caves. Caves that had history.

It was said, at least from all the information gathered, that pirates long before his own arrival had been anything other than criminals looking for the next big gig. Instead, they were a misfit group of servants. Servants to pillars of the darkside ways. A hidden sect of exiled Sith, a group that apparently had strong ties to particular practices beyond what the empire currently provided. Not to mention, the most important part of the whole trip. Orion would be the first to discover the remnants of the group, which he later learned were known as 'Flow.'

Orion assumed the name came from their habits in the force. It intrigued him that the main operation was a front, considering the opposing forces thought of them as mere pirates. It was smart, but still drove attention to them and in the long run lead to their deaths, here in the mountainous caves. Orion lifted his hand to the first batch of rocks. He climbed, quickly, in some instances his feet slipped out from under the loose ends of smaller rocks. Catching a break with the edge he pulled himself upward, rolling on his back. His chrome mask staring up at the droplets of rain that began to cascade onto him. In normal fashion he bent upright, looking around to check for a better way to a higher point. Instead, Orion caught eyes of another, a figure resting on a outcrop just at the edge of he just climbed. He grinned, had someone beaten him to the tomb?

He gained ground, tapping his feet below on the wet ground. The consistent patter of rain almost soothed him, if not for the stranger on the other end. Orion shifted his left shoulder outward, almost turning sideways with his body. He called out to the silhouette over the rain.

"Hello?" Orion paused, stepping closer trying to make out what or who it was. "Do you live here?"

Orion was curious, maybe one of the Sith remained after all these years. He hoped this was the case, regardless of the conflict it could cause. His mask stared back at the stranger, the image of a tall menace in wait.
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[Zenric Salyn]

Dubiety glanced to Orion Darkstar curiously as the figure approached. This was unexpected. The Clawdite hadn't expected another person to come by. They got to their feet, smiling happily at the man. "Live here? Oh gosh no. Of course I don't. Who would?" They laugh a bit.

"My name is Dubiety. I've come here seeking the tomb. I'm going to guess you have too, hmm?"

 

[Orion Darkstar]

Tags: Dubiety

Orion swatted away with his left hand, water filtering out into the air as he did. The figure adjusted themselves before him, careful to not fall from the resting perch they had become accustomed to. The words that slipped out into the open fray of torrential rain gave him the answer he needed.

"Live here? Oh gosh no. Of course I don't. Who would?
"You'd be surprised to know. A long while back this place used to be the home of many." Orion replied, leaving no room for silence in between their banter.
"My name is Dubiety. I've come here seeking the tomb. I'm going to guess you have too, hmm?"
"Dubiety, I am Orion Darkstar. Say? Were you sent here to back me up? Or is happenstance that we've both come to find a clandestine location, holstering secrets of the force?"

Orion wasted little time. Regardless of the answer they gave, Orion knew he wouldn't be able to plunder the riches all to himself. Plus, if the empire chose to send another to extract something from the tomb, it was only a matter of time before others came to revel in it's mystery. His chrome mask hid the distasteful grin at such a thought. Still, at least he made it.
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[Zenric Salyn]

"I was not, Orion! But, I am here to explore the tomb." They smile happily. There was nothing that gave Dubiety more of a thrill then being able to explore tombs at their own leisure, but having a companion was a close second. Especially one as strong as what Orion Darkstar seemed to radiate. The young Clawdite hops to their feet, hands clasped behind their back as they look the other over.

"So, I think we should team up!"