The Talatheen Amalgam
Lord Cross; Laodicean Brothers Eternal
The Talatheen Amalgam
Location: Petranaki Arena; Two and a Half Klicks West
Another treasure hunt - how unnexpected. However, upon the eve of this morning, Talatheen was not climbing through the sloughs of vileness in some dank tomb or cave; no, he was in a desert. A very big and very orange one: Geonosis; though, he was sickly thankful, that long ago, the Geonosians had been largely purged during a, quote-unquote, "Imperial Sterilization," some magical point before the dawn of the Galactic Civil War, it was still largely unpleasant. And even though he was not in a tomb, he was still grave robbing - grave robbing something even older, and far more difficult to find: Kyber Crystals. He had to prepare himself alone for what lay ahead of him, and before his master's unfortunate betrayal, leaving him mentally crippled (a hyperbole, he now simply lacks a teacher), he had no idea how he was going to build a saber.Redefined: he knew how to build a saber, he just didn't know where to find the necessary ingredients. The first, and most important: Kyber crystals; in the depths of his despair, depravity, and desperateness, he knew he could not simply purchase one - he must find it, it must call to him. And so, here he was, at the only place he knew he could potentially find one undisturbed beneath the deep layers of sand: Geonosis - site of the first battle of the Clone Wars.
Yes, he hoped to find an ancient dead Jedi's lightsabre lodged beneath countless centuries' worth of sand dunes.
But, through this, his malicious desire for excitement had blossomed into an entirely new entity; through the appropriate contacts, a deal had been settled, one he hoped that would furnish his desire for strength: a bounty hunter, or perhaps, more appropriately in this case, an assassin, was hired to kill him - by his own desire. He had grown incredibly fixated upon a lavish fear of his own weakness and sought to, quite without subtlety, to prove himself wrong - and by the word of his contacts, they had found a man to prove it: [member="Joran Del-Finn"] was coming here, soon, perhaps. Maybe later... but until then, he would be damned if he wasn't waist deep in the dunes by the time this ex-mandalorian was here with blaster drawn. It would be more fun that way, he figured; and probably more fair.