Shades of the Past (Alex)

[Saran Drast]

Katarr. The planet was as desolate as you could get. It was bleak looking even for someone who only saw through the force. Maybe even more so. Sighing, Saran stepped off the ship, pausing at the bottom of the ramp to inspect the tomb before her. There was something twisting, some dark energy on the doorway. She sighed. Stepping towards it, she pressed her hand to the door, the stone warm to the touch. "Hmm. Alex, what do you make of this?" She asked, turning back toward the ship. "There's a lingering energy on the door. Some kind of lock?" The Master had come along when Saran had mentioned this expedition, wanting to help (And in no small part because she enjoyed these kinds of things, Saran assumed). She waited for a responce, watching the Dark Side currents flow through the stone.

[member="Alexandra Feanor"]

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Saran Drast"]

Alexandra smiled as she stepped into the air around her, looking at the landscape with a bit of glee. A planet who's populace had been wiped off the face of the galaxy in a swift and singular action. The feeling that had been left, the scar, it was gone for the most part as the Force had recovered. But that small fact was enough to make her pause and take a good long glance over the ground, wondering where they even were and if anyone had died right where she was standing. Or maybe this had been a building with no one in it that had since been reduced to dust in the wind.

Only when Saran spoke did Alexandra's eyes return to the task at hand, letting her physical sight fade so that the force could take over and allow her a better sight at what Saran was talking about. Without hesitation her body moved on its own and she placed a hand right over where the dark currents were eminating from, her own palm shining in the force pure white, a stark contrast to the dark energy that seeped from the tomb. "It is interesting, to tell the truth. Not sure if it is a lock exactly but what ever it is..." She reached forward, that lightside energy manifesting physically as strands that looked to pierce the physical door before it. She was applying a very basic projection of force energy, the beginning of how to further that power into actual bursts of energy that could damage those caught in the blast. No all she wanted to do is probe and see if there was any danger.

"Saran, you know how to use the force to protect yourself from otherwise... damaging magics that the Sith had come to use in their old works. Right?" Her head turned, though that was unnecessary. As Saran would know it would not require her to turn her head to see the other woman due to surrendering her sight to the force, but it was a reflex for someone who was used to the Physical world, and not the one seen by Miralukans.

 

[Saran Drast]

As she watched her friend, she felt a small shiver. Alex really did enjoy doing these. Delving into ancient tombs to retrieve artifacts so they could be kept out of the hands of those who would abuse them.

Wasn't that why the tombs were littered with traps?

Back to the matter at hand. She gave a small nod to Alexander as she wrapped the Force around her like a shield. Defending one's self in the Force was as much a matter of raw power as skill. Someone, or something, could rip through the defences of someone weaker. She hoped whoever had done this wasn't strong enough that the remaining power cound tear apart her defences. "I'm ready."

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[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Saran Drast"]

Alexandra's hands worked at her robes, for once removing the over robes and leaving herself in the silver tunic that she was used to which also freed Daeda from this clothing prison as he sat on her shoulder, his fur burning pure white like a star as it produced its own light. The would not need their sabers with how much his own pelt provided a light but even then Saran would see the shapes of her two sabers hanging at her side, swaying with her as she walked. Even then her hand reached out, drawing the force to it and creating a small light in her palm before raising her palm outwards and let the light shine into the cavern of a tomb, staring.

"Shall we proceed then, this is your artifact that you are looking for, and who knows... i might even find something in here that i was not expecting to find myself." Her other hand remained behind her back, crossed and touching the Echani battlestaff that she always kept in the small of her back. It was an item that was never gone from her sides and she more than often used it in combat, not that this would come to such but they were entering into a place she could already feel creeping up her neck.

 

[Saran Drast]

Light wasn't the issue to Saran. It was more the fact that the entire place seemed seeped in darkness. As she slowly stepped inwards, the weight of it began to press down on her.

Saran....

A voice echoed in her head. Shaking it, she focused on what she knew. "Darth Psyona was a Sith in an old reemergence of the Sith two hundred years before the Gulag Plague." Pausing to shutter at the darkness closing in on her, the Miraluka continued. "She was entombed here by a cult, who believed that she would be resurrected when one of her decedents entered it and liberated her." With those words, she fell silent. She didn't want to say the rest. That the cult had been wiped out by Psyona's older sister.

That their last name had been Drast.

Hand falling to her lightsaber, she sighed. "I hate these places. So much lingering Force Power..." She could see it pooling in front of them, as if it was a reservoir, or a trap. "Careful. Pool of it ahead."

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