Something wicked this way comes

[Darth Odium]

Planet Zeta 0-9

The grey form of the medium transport dropped from the swirling cradle of hyperspace with a silent blink as if coming into existence for the first time. The ship like the space around it was silent and cold, no running lights, no transmissions, only the engines spoke of the lives contained within. The ship moved with an odd grace as it made its way calmly toward the world below but with what intent? With what purpose glorious or insidious did it traverse the expanse? It was uncertain at best.

The being in the cockpit moved a hand into the light from the local luminary as it adjusted a setting on the console. The skin wrapped in gauze once white but now brown and stiff with old blood. The hand having its work complete returned to the darkness of the steering yoke and continued its task. The cowl of its heavy all-temperature cloak adding to the darkness obscuring the beings face and form only added to the darkness that seemed almost to waft off the creature as it drew the ship toward the darkside of the planet.

Slowly the ship found a large rocky cliff, lowered to the surface, and rested on long insectoid legs like a giant scarab beetle. The red iron rich ground was as dry and silent as the grave as the boarding ramp lowered and hit the rock with a thud. Nothing moved, no lights or sounds came out of the ship, it was as if the planet held its breath for fear of being noticed, but thus far there was nothing.

 

[Lina Ovmar]

Incomplete records, gave hint to an old Imperial base on Planet Zeta 0-9. So when the oppurtunnity arose to explore said planet, Mya jumped at the oppurtunity to get away from Coruscant, away from other acolytes and their insessent fighting. They left out details, however. Details such as 'solo' and 'with minimal supplies'. She'd gone beyond the point of caring. The One sith had dropped her off with a speeder bike laden with equipmetn she maight need and promised to collect her at the same loaction in two weeks.

The speeder bike had seized on the first day, unable to function in the cold but she'd managed to make a base camp easily enough at the base of a cliff. From here, she'd set up a grid pattern, moving across the squares day by day with sensor equipment, trying to pick up something beneath the ice. On the fourth day, she was out of her mind with boredom, fed up with rations and watsed a day trying to shape fire.

The fith day was when the shadow passed overhead, the grey hull of a ship looming over her as it settled on the cliff she was camping at the bottom of. Mya bolted from her square of the day, eager to see what was coming.



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[Darth Odium]

[member="Mya Munro"]

A cold wind swept the top of the cliff as the figure emerged from the ship. It's cloak dragged the ground as it slowly limped down the boarding ramp and onto the frigid rock on which the ship sat. Darkness hung like a funeral shroud about it as it slowly moved until it came to a stop near the aft of the ship. The wind wailed now like a lamenting widow crying for fate to return her all she once loved. The being looked toward the ship with not a word and the cargo lift began to lower. Clouds that threatened storms parted for a moment to let light from a small moon to pour onto the lifeless ground like a candle in the dark creating a pale pool of radiance in the murky blackness, and in that moment the figure could be distinguished as broad and perhaps tall if not for its hunched stance.

The lift sent small billows of crystalline ice and snow into the air as it mechanically struck the ground. Servos whined to a halt and again all was silent. Two more figures moved on the lift and began pushing two large anti-gravity sleds. The figure slowly approached and lifted the tarpaulins covering each sled to check beneath before replacing them and walking to the front of the odd formation. The strange group moved and looked like a funeral procession carrying the dead to its resting place. The being lifted its head slightly toward the wind as if a beast sniffing the air and halted briefly before continuing toward a mound of ice and snow that may have been a mountain but then perhaps not. The two figures shrouded like the leader pushed along behind silently as ever as they drew nearer what could only be their goal and soundlessly waited for the wordless orders they were now accustomed to.

 

[Lina Ovmar]

Anticipation made her tingle as she glimpsed the figure above, dropping her sensor equipment and starting to climb. making foot and hand holds as she climbed. It was a long climb, but curiosity and the force kept her going at a steady pace. She lay in the snow when she reached the top, drenched in sweat and breathing heavily. Something drove her on, something told her she had to know who and what this was. Her breath recovered, she climbed to her feet in the shadow of the ship, moving close she brushed its hull with her fingers. this was not the One Sith, but there was a darkness that lingered in the air.

She shivered, both from excitement and the cold and started to follow the tracks left by the procession.

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[Darth Odium]

[member="Mya Munro"]

The procession stopped at the base of a snow drift and stood silently for a few moments before a deep rumbling could be felt as much as heard. Slowly the drift began opening and it became clear the being in the lead was opening a door beneath the snow.

A dull reddish light like that from some kinds of emergency lighting spilled out of the opening as the snow fell through creating a reddish snowy haze as the beings and their cargo began to move into what must be a large building. They were almost out of sight when the doors slowly began to close.

 

[Lina Ovmar]

Mya ran through the snow, willing herself to go faster, stumbling occasionally when the snow proved to be deeper in some places. She skidded to a halt as a light bathed the sky and snow. Blood red, it raised goosebumps on her arms, made her pause in her thoughts about following. She reached out in the force, searching for them, searching for a reason to tug her forward. There was a dark and powerful presence among them, another sith. She drew in a deep breath and bounded forward once more.

The doors were closing by the time she reached them, she leapt the last few feet, the door edges brushing her sides and she passed them, hitting the floor with a loud thump and rolling several feet as they closed behind her. She came to her feet smoothly, tugging her lightsaber from her belt, she moved forward through the red corridor.

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[Darth Odium]

[member="Mya Munro"]

The central being turned and motioned the other to to continue down the main corridor to what would turn out to be a warehouse and hanger. The building was empty of other sapient beings but not of life. The being looked back into the murky corridor and turned to a side hatch on the right. The crimson emergency lights flickered breifly as he slipped through the hatch to the pitch black room.

The two other beings, both Gand, moved through a wide loading door to the warehouse/hanger that lay in disarray. The few ships were nearly a thousand years old and the crates were likely no less. They stopped their travel and began carefully unloading the sleds while strange sounds could be heard in the rooms adjacent to the hanger. Whatever this place was, they weren't alone in it.