Symbolism

[Kira Vaal]

Y A V I N IV
ANCIENT SITH THRONE WORLD
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In times long past the jungle forests of this moon were said to have hidden secret after secret.
A world destined to play part in the moulding of the galaxy in more ways then one, first from its housing of the exiled Sith, then to the destruction of an Imperial Warmachine at the hands of hidden rebels and finally as a home to Jedi and their ilk for the following eight-hundred years. Yavin had seen it all and that was something that Kira Vaal couldn’t help but respect as she stepped through the threshold of one particular Temple ruin.

Some called her a salvager, others a junk-head. She had been called wanderer, outcast and fringe rat as well but none of them stuck as securely as explorer had. Kira had taken that name and made it her own, adding to it a sense of flair that only she could. So far the bug of constant wander had taken her everywhere around the territories of the Galactic Alliance and the First Order. Her work with the Resistance and the Underground having seen her purposefully contained to that very corner of space until recently.

Her hand reached into the satchel around her waist, pulling forth a small device no bigger then the average datapad. It hummed to life as she flicked a switch at the top of the device projecting a digital hologram that began to spread through the immediate area. Where a cracked and ruined pillar stood to Kira’s eyes the projection made it solid again, the walls now mottled between mouldy brown and electronic blue became detailed and non-existant doors came into view.
She had paid a lot to get the information within the hologram, several favours had been called in and even a possible bounty thanks to having to steal part of it from a historian who had guarded it rather jealously.

Turning a corner that without the aid of the hologram would have been impossible to even see Kira began to make her way further into the Temple complex where hopefully what she was seeking would still be there.

Hopefully.

 

[Kira Vaal]

The rubble of the inner temple was beyond a hazard. Clearly the last couple of thousand years hadn’t been kind to it, which was to be expected. They had seen war after war and being after being enter them, use the rock for purposes beyond its original conception. Here and there Kira had to pass over some fallen statue or traverse her way across a collapsed hallway worth of rubble but the going was overly easy for a person who was used to sliding through ancient structures.

The projection flickered slightly as she moved into what appeared to be a larger cavern of the temple. She was still at ground level by the looks of the collapsed wall of the farside of the pyramid that had allowed the growth of Yavin IV’s jungle to spread inwards and begin it’s reclamation of the ground the Temple had once stood. Daylight broke through the opening casting bright streams of sunshine through despite the gathering of clouds and threatening tropical weather. It clashed with the imagery offered by her hologram which displayed a series of high rising walls that separated the large area into an enclosed labyrinth of separate chambers.

Somewhere nearby an animal let out a call across the sunbathed ruin, Kira’s eyes turning to try and determine where the origin came from. It sounded friendly and innocent enough however, so she carried onwards.
Finding a the slopping star case that was hidden behind a large growth of vines took little time thanks to the hologram and a few swings of the trusty fusion cutter attached to her wrist. However the darkness that proceeded down the stairs would not be so easily beaten, Kira took a quick breath and cracked a lightstick that was also pulled from the pouch at her side, the cool green glow flowing over her features as one step at a time she continued to descend into the lower levels of the temple.

[member="Eliza Raxis"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Kira Vaal"]

The Ruins

Yavin IV was stepped in legend. This job had been a bit different for Ellie. She was normally a Galactic Delivery girl, moving things and items from point A to point B at the behest of a large network of employers. Her last two jobs had been a Phrik shipment, and a Package delivery. Then the one before that was delivering some data chips.

but this one was for an old Jedi Scholar she'd stumbled across. He wanted a retrieval of something and it was buried here. A map and a book that accompanied it to be precise. He had hinted it lead to a treasure Cache of some ancient Darth something or other. Ellie blew it off, she didn't care about Sith History and all that.

She did care about maps and treasure.

The jungle was fun so far. She'd reached the ruins with a few scrapes and bruises. Nothing had attacked her, so that was good. She was perched in the branch of a tree, devouring a ration bar and examining the ruins below. This was definitely the spot, she recognized it from her astral projection.

She was a seeker, slipping into the astral realms rather than dreaming when she slept. Whatever she was after, she usually encountered a location or a clue in her nightly wanderings.

"Due north, fifty klicks." She muttered, examining a compass in one hand while she stuffed the remains of the ration bar down her face in the other, chomping like a bantha.

"Yea this would be it. But where to start?"

Ellie palmed the compass and dropped, landing in a catlike crouch at the base of the ancient vine encrusted tree. She was wearing her twin Sawed off Shotguns on her back, and they jingled as they moved against the rucksack. Her dirty hoodie was stashed, leaving her with black spacers trouser and her dirty, sweat drenched t-shirt.

"Guess we can start right here, the getting in part."

The compass went away, and she reached for a vine on the wall, grasping it with both hands. Hand over hand she climbed, bracing her boots against the solid stone wall, kicking dust and crumbling mortar clouds behind her as she climbed....

 

[Kira Vaal]

The darkness was depressing to say the least and yet Kira found it exhilarating. Darkness meant abandoned and abandoned meant history. For the young adventurer having the ability to go places others dared not was a kick, it made her happy and in the off-green light of the glow stick in her hand a smile could be faintly seen on Kira’s lips.

The winding stairs continued to lead ever down, occasionally Kira would have to jump over a particularly broken one that looked ready to collapse into some unseen beyond. The holographic projection had been switched off and the device returned to her satchel the further down she had gone, it’s use un-necessary in the confines of the deeper interior.

When the stairs had ended Kira found herself overlooking a deep pit of pure darkness surrounded by a walkway illuminated by an ethereal and strange lighting. It was typical Sith architecture. Odd stones and flames would be installed within ever fuelled brazers that maintained the light for centuries or in the cases of many Temples; millennia. The pit itself however was a leeching darkness that gave Kira a feeling of despair. She however continued onwards across the walkway and into a different chamber away from the pit of the last cavern.

Statues had started to appear, their large and imposing forms flanking the walkway like an army of bowed servants for the Sith of old. Each was easily eight to ten metres in height, maybe twelve with the base plates. Their necks were craned and un-sculpted faces overlooked the path with impeding judgement.
She started to get a feeling in her gut, completely unmissable to the young explorer. Hopefully it was an indication she was getting close. That or it was almost time for lunch.

[member="Eliza Raxis"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Kira Vaal"]

The top of the wall was flimsy, old stone crumbling as she mounted it/ With one leg over she felt it give way and herself with it. The wall crumbled piece by piece, each stone sliding down, and Ellie bounced down the slope that was quickly taking shape, gashing her arm on jagged edges.

"Kark!"

Blood streaked her arm, but the wound was not serious, the gash had only gone skin deep, leaving a long furrow across her forearm. She got up, dusting herself off and spitting out dust and mortar. The mixture made a weird sticky paste in her mouth with her saliva, making it much harder to get rid of.

"Maybe Sith dust will give me superpowers!" She jested to herself.

The last of the dust gone now she cast her glance around, taking in the temples lay out. Two large buildings symmetrical to each-other. The center it seemed was a pit, and that pit had been covered once then uncovered, judgjin by the recent tracks and freshly dug dirt.

Someone else was here recently.

Ellie's hand reached for her shotgun, and her eyes narrowed to slits. She stilled herself, closing out her racing thoughts and listened, devoting attention to each and every sound around her. There was the birds chirping, steady drip of condensation somewhere in the hole, jungle leaf-scape rustling in a cool breeze that kissed her sweat clad brow.

Then there was something else, something.... quiet?

"We'll see where this goes."

She reached back into her rucksack and cracked a glowstick, lashing it with quick hands to her holocamera headset. Then she slipped the holocamera on her head, a band with a single camera center mounted. Footage would be useful for later mapping and decrypting whatever was in here.

Silent as a mouse she tip[toed down the stairs, following the tracks. The Sawed off shotgun hung in a loose grip in her left hand, as her head swivelled, capturing the writings on the damp and musky stone walls...