Eternal Father
The Library-Temple of the Jen' AkmuoKrayiss II
The bleak light of an aging sun cast oblong shadows across a landscape dominated by spear-like outcroppings and deep valleys that stretched across the land like grotesque open wounds that never fully healed. Long ago on this barren soils and rock a battle was violently waged between the Sith and the Jedi, a battle so tumultuous that it eventually engulfed the entire world until nothing remained but scorched earth and calcified bones. The only remaining structure on the empty world was the Library-Temple of Jen' Akmuo, long since abandoned by the Jedi and the Sith, and notoriously inhabited by the insane spirits of Dark Lords who had lived and perished on that world alongside their myriad of servants, forever bound to the ruins for all eternity.
The world hadn't seen visitors in hundreds, perhaps thousands, of years, yet as the sun arced high in the sky shrouded by dirty brown clouds a small transport of Imperial design cut through the smog like a knife. It's gradual descent through the atmosphere of Krayiss II took it over mountains that had been split in two by a long forgotten tremendous force, and crags dusted with the ashes of slaughtered millions. The Dark Side was rank here, its aura so repugnant that the individuals piloting the small craft through the air were almost doubled over in pure revulsion, their stomachs heaving from the sensation. Yet their nerves held better than most, but that had less to do with their own wills rather than the baleful glare of the individual hovering over them like a vulture, his black cloak rippling with each slight bit of turbulence wrought by the discomfort of the pilots.
The ship rounded a steep pass, and before them laid the Valley of the Desecrated. Legends say that the valley once mirrored the Valley of the Dark Lords on Korriban, yet it was never completed by the ancient Sith and their exile masters otherwise it would've served a similar function as a burial and shrine world. If the old scripts were to be believed the Jedi and Republic had discovered this world during the Great Hyperspace War, and falling in line with the despised Chancellor Pultimo orders to purge Sith civilization from the Esstran Sector a massive invasion force was dispatched to the world following Korriban's capture.
The battle that ensued tore the planet apart, massive artillery and orbital bombardment stripped the planet of any little vegetation and native life that had once flourished in the isolated oasis that dotted the planet, and mass deployments of soldiers and Jedi against the pinned down Sith legions saw to the deaths of millions in a battle that raged for years, leaving nothing but ruin and ash once the drums of war ceased to beat.
That was, if you believed the legends.
What wasn't legend was the reservoir of Dark Side energy that had been festering within the Library-Temple at the far end of the Valley of the Desecrated, and the insane spirits that endlessly roamed the gutted halls. The small shuttle idled above a decently stable patch of earth near the temple's collapsed entrance and proceeded to nimbly settle down, the roaring thrusters tossing aside mounds of dirt and debris that had long since settled nearby. As the ramp descended and the cloaked figure descended with it, he found himself alone in a soundless world with only his measured breaths and the infrequent howling of the wind accompanying his trek to the temple's entrance. He reached up to place a single gloved hand upon the worn masonry, the echoes of the past flowing through him like a torrential wave, and his eyes closed in concentration.
Images flashed before his closed lids, images of an ancient battle in the sands, flashes of red, blue, and green, and the agonized suffering of horrific demise. He exhaled deeply, and removed his hand from the stone. He wouldn't dare enter the temple, not yet, for there was another he waited for to make this momentous journey with him.
His son-in-law, [member="Isley Verd"].