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Location: Hidden Temple Zone Allies: [member="Khaleel Malvern"] 13/20
She nodded. The girl could get most things from her Underground connections, or y’know, the HoloNet Home Shopping Network. Sure, maybe she was supposed to put in the time, but with such things like that? It was hard to just do it ‘normally.’ The crystal though, that was a bit of required hunting.
But for the crystal, wasn’t it supposed to be something?
Watching the man rummage through a bag, she tipped her head to the side. No… really?
“But don’t you need it?” She caught it, barely, but she did catch it. She didn’t want to take it from him if he needed it. Not like she was going to turn away from using a blaster, but still, the saber would be useful in the right circumstances. Every Jedi made one! Even her father!
“Where are you from… anyway?” There was no way he knew her father, right? Never.
Post 8 of 20 Location: Tash-Taral, 50 clicks south of the Great Valley Objective: Discover the Tomb of Liber Mordu
The shadows coalesced into the form of a giant, black serpent.
A creature that belonged in myth, or even some B-grade horror holo. About ten meters long, with a diamond-shaped head that opened to reveal saber-like fangs dripping in venom. As much as the young Jedi was tempted to try and repeat it's not real again in his mind... when that snake lashed out, he moved like it was real. Really real!
Somersaulting forward, the child's small body moved nimbly through the air to avoid a second snap of the creature's jaw. Pumping his legs, the small knight dashed forward in a sprint before jumping to avoid a sweep of the Sith's shadowy tail. When he did, the head lanced forward to try and catch him in the air. Channeling the technique he'd learned from Alan Na'varro, the boy reached out with his mind to create a Force Shield -- pushing outward with the barrier.
The snake got a mouthful of telekinesis, and Sor-Jan got knocked right out of the air. Landing hard on his backside, the small Anzat tumbled several times over as he skidded to a halt, scraped, scratched, and bloodied over the rough hewn stone of the floor. If he were a Jedi Guardian, this would probably be the start of a good day. As it was, Sor-Jan was ready for a nap.
Looking up, the boy's brain searched for some other solution to this. Logically, the Sith couldn't be sustaining himself after so long of a time. There had to be some kind of external source... an anchor for whatever alchemy was rooting the Kissai to this place in the Force. A phylactery.
Pushing up from the ground, a combination of telekinetic Force Push and the Art of Motion propelled the young Corellian back from another snap by the snake's jaw. Tucking into a backflip, the child's boots landed on the floor with a hefty smack. Making a scooping motion with both hands, pulling upward, the Anzat plucked a slab of solid stone up from the ground. Flipping it upright, the child sent it sailing through the air -- knocking aside the darting head of the serpentine Sith.
If there was a phylactery, how would he know it?
The funerary pot! The boy's eyes blinked with the realization. The funerary relic that had brought him to this world had a dark side aura around it. If there was an object imbued with the Dark Side, it would be an even stronger presence.
The boy's hand flew down to the butt of the pistol jutting out from his thigh. In one smooth motion, the child drew the blaster from the holster and leveled it out at the crystal. His eyes were shut, even as he touched the Force in order to see with a sight beyond sight. A calm spread through him, and he realized that he couldn't sense the snake through the Force at all.
Because it wasn't real.
It wasn't there.
But the Dark Side was here. And it was real.
He squeezed back on the trigger, his arm tensing with the recoil which snapped the barrel of the small pistol upward. A red bolt sailed through the darkness, toward a dark crystal perched amid spiderwebs and layer upon layers of dust.
And then the crystal shattered into a million pieces -- each dissolving away into sand as the relic was broken apart.
The snake exploded -- Sith lightning and flashes of a blue-white energy crackling as a sudden eruption of Dark Side energy swept through the room. Sor-Jan felt himself lifted up as the force of displaced air shoved him backward.
At the same time, the stones holding up the ancient temple seemed to suddenly break apart. The columns, arches, and walls of the Sith crumbled into sand. The boy found himself on the ground, winded and breathless, as the ruins of the Massassi temple returned to the earth of Tash-Taral from which it had been constructed. Until the walls had all fallen away, and he was left staring up at the open sky.
He had come here in the hopes of finding history. Instead, what he left behind was the dust which covered up truth and left so many yesterdays obfuscated so to become myth. In doing right by the Jedi, he had committed heresy against everything archaeologists sought to preserve or protect.
Whatever he had come here to find, he was leaving with more questions than when he arrived here.
