The Voiceless

The long shadows of the setting sun masked the rapid advance of the two figures who scaled the cliff side. The massive metal construct that stuck out of the cliff like a sore thumb was their target. The landing platform and base hidden deep within the mountainside served as a vault for all things occult: old and rusty lightsabers, religious writings of the church of the Force, but also a variety of Sith and Jedi artifacts. Bold as they were, the group of smugglers who resided in the mountain base had obtained an ancient star chart, carved in a centuries-old death mask. Unknowingly, they had attracted the attention of the Jedi Order once they openly revealed that they were in possession of this mask, hoping to sell it to the highest bidder.
For as long as it remained in their vault, the Jedi Order had a chance to obtain it. But with most details of the base unknown, the Jedi Master had no idea what to expect. Not even the numbers of the smugglers were known, or the crime syndicates they had established connections with. It worried the Jedi Master, who gracefully leaped from one shaky foothold to another, fully relying on the Force to perform the huge leaps.
Once they had gotten close to the platform, Sakadi would glance over her shoulder. The rock formations in front of them granted them cover from the security lighting. Within a couple of minutes, darkness would completely envelop them, providing them with the right opportunity to extract the artifact unseen. All they had to do, was stay patient, and trust in the Force. To make sure that they were on the same page, Sakadi would reach out to her fellow Jedi. "Let's rest here for a moment. We won't really get a chance once we're inside that maze." she would telepathically state, flashing a smile to her fellow Jedi.
