The Fox and the Lion

[Tyberius Fel]

Now docking, welcome to Arkania.

The mechanical voice erupted from the loud speaker with robotic brevity. A slight groan slipped from Vorian Adasca's lips. His muscles ached from the long trip in the 'Economy' section of the interplanetary freighter. As a Jedi, he was sworn to an ascetic life style but had little funds nor philosophical support for such needless decadence. Though, oft times he found himself longing for the days of luxury that was his as a scion of the influential House Adasca. There was no time for regret now, however. He was a Jedi Knight, for whatever little currency that carried in the turbulent galaxy nowadays.

With creaking joints, he pushed himself out of the passenger section and shuffled along with the hollowed eyed paupers that slowly made their way to the exit. Vorian greatly desired to perform his abated usual routine of meditation and moderate exercise after being crammed into the cargo hold like cattle with the rest of the 'Economy' passengers, but even that would have to wait.

A blast of frigid cold tore through Vorian's vellum-y fragile flesh as he stepped foot for the first time in countless years, back on his home planet. The skyscraper bound symbols of Adascorp loomed menacingly over the frosted skyline, a pernicious remainder of the planet's esteemed rulers and the authority they held for generations. With a resigned sigh, Vorian flicked over his cowl and melted away into the crowd.

 

[Tyberius Fel]

There was a certain comfortable anonymity to be cherished in a crowd. Like the torrent of a powerful river, the feet of downtrodden pedestrians carried him over equally downtrodden footpaths towards the impoverished slums. The ghettos, populated with all manner of miscreant, bastard and offshoots were considered by the aristocratic and mercantile classes of Arkania to be a disgraceful blemish upon the good face of the otherwise idyllic snow planet. A few even entertained notions of exterminating the lot of them, though unsurprisingly the concept of investing funds back into the community without the intention of future exploitation instead of storing every grubby credit into bottomless vaults had never occurred to the Corellian ale swilling wealthy. And why would it? The destitute masses were a cheap source of labor and it simply was not a good financial decision to help them out of their gutters only for them to demand higher wages.

Keep the serfs on their turf, was the saying.

Vorian paused and came upon an all too familiar scene. A scantily clad off shoot girl was getting propositioned by a brutish looking man who attempted to shroud his rough features with fine ermine and silks. The man radiated a certain arrogance, Vorian thought, as if the ill-gained wealth he possessed made him anymore than scum. For the first time, Vorian no longer empathized with the waste of a planet. None of them cared to fight back against the Sith and more often, they considered the few Jedi Knights who defied craven councils to defend them just as villainous. So, what was the point? Vorian heard the woman shriek with the impact of one of the man's fists, but he merely turned his shoulder and continued on his path.

 

[Tyberius Fel]

Vorian seated himself on a particularly comfortable looking patch of grass in a climate controlled park across a library he frequented when he was a child. Sprawled across his lap, was a slice of Arkanian Blue Cheese made from imported and subsequently genetically modified Bantha. Simple fare, but something that brought back pleasant memories when consumed. Vorian briefly entered the library and purchased a old fashioned book written in High Galactic with ink, The Jedi Counselor would aimlessly prod about the city until finally, he felt something creep into his mind, a lingering darkness that seemed to cry for help. Something was pulling him out of the city.

Curiosity soon proved too much, and thus Vorian followed the odd sensation.

 

[Tyberius Fel]

The spectral siren song led him far from the city boundaries. Vorian Adasca hopped off from the rented speeder and some primal part of him relished in the satisfying crunch that his boots made in the thick Arkanian snow. Flipping his cowl over his long silvery hair, he advanced through the blistering drifts towards the epicenter of the odd sensation that pulled him like a tractor beam. His deft senses caught glimpses of prowling beasts and the Arkanian eagles high in their tree branches, though they did not disturb him; which Vorian was grateful for. He had no wish to injure or slaughter any such majestic beasts, even in self defense.

The Arkanian paused at a odd lump of snow in the empty tundra. The cry of a wolf echoed in the distance. Rolling his shoulders, Vorian renewed his connection with the force and applied the invisible grasp of telekinesis over the soft whiteness. With a flick of the wrist, he discarded the massive ball of snow over his shoulder. With a series of motions, he dug deep and inquisitively into the landscape until the snow finally gave away to a grey hunk of stone. Some sort of gate.

A hidden cavern?

The Jedi Counselor slowly guided his hand to it's surface, only to recoil with the grinding screech of the doors spreading apart. Vorian squinted to the darkness and without a second thought, entered the abyss.

 

[Tyberius Fel]

Vorian navigated through the cob webbed line, dimly lit corridor, He soon found himself in the midst of an antechamber, crowded with a seemingly bottomless amount of treasures. The light of torches flooded the room and soon his eyes flickered to a raised dais, upon which a dark violet diamond sat suspended seemingly by it's own power. The force told him this jewel was the center of the aura that brought him to this place.

"Ah, finally." A hoarse voice grinded it's self from the jewel. "I was starting to believe only the system going supernova was going to relieve me of this prison!"

Vorian perked a eyebrow. This spirit had the unmistakable taint of bogan to it. And the runes on the walls told Vorian the rest he needed to know: This was a Sith wraith.

"Well? Aren't you going to greet your ancestor?"