Private The Last Invention

[Saeva]

M A L A C H O R V​

If ever there was a pit in the galaxy that exemplified pain and suffering, it was Malachor V. A forgotten world, surviving multiple catacylsms. Who knew what it had once been. All there was now was a hellish landscape of ruin and offensive terrain. The powers that be could attempt to revive it as much as they wanted, yet the planet's destiny remained tragedy.

It was to this place Saeva's master had him travel. A self-declared Dark Lord of the Sith had created some manner of sithspawn. The beast was rumoured to be equal parts terrifying and destructive. Just what Saeva's master needed. The Dark Lord, a heretic of course, had been destroyed. Consumed by ambition and arrogance he had met an untimely end. Some leads Saeva had investigated said it was his own creation that had killed him, others spoke of a strike team of Jedi. Regardless of cause, the only meaningful conclusion was that the beast lived and its leash was off.

Saeva's investigation had continued on Malachor V. The planet wasn't optimal for life, but there were some pockets of activity still. He had found a shadowport of sorts, a smuglgler's den hiding away from the authorities. Sources within spoke of pirates and slavers who had recently acquired a terrifying weapon. By all accounts, that weapon sounded like Saeva's target. He was to find it, capture it, and return it in chains.

Now he just needed a speeder that would take him to the pirates' base. He had his ship, of course, but avoiding detecting until the opportune moment would be ideal.

Solan Halcyon

 

[Solan Halcyon]

Malachor V
Equipment: Lightsaber, Maksayr
Tags: Saeva

As soon as her bare feet touched the surface of the dead world, Shani could feel the corrupting influence the world's history had on the force around it. The force would left by the exile, and even before that by the sith superweapon, still marked this world even across millennia and ages. She still didn't understand the reasoning behind the various missions the Council of Shadows had sent her on, and this one... unsettled her far more than the others. Though actual details were spares - another reason this mission unsettled her - she knew that she was to report on the existence of a particular sithspawn, and based on the hesitation they had in actually giving it to the squire, the Togruta could only imagine that it was to be a truly horrific one - definitely one they weren't originally comfortable sending a Squire after. Sure they told her to avoid contact if possible, but the galaxy had a way of conspiring against her when it came to that.

Nonetheless, she had a mission to carry out. Peering through her electrobinoculars once more to confirm that her opening to infiltrate the pirate base hadn't arrived or passed yet, she began to kneel, removing her scabbard from her belt and holding her sword, Maksayr, out in front of her horizontally. Closing her eyes and centering herself in the force, she began to reach out, finding any semblence of light in the dark and drawing it to her, and then through her, and out of her, amplifying it, meditating on it, and allowing it to bring some semblance of Ashla's warmth on this cold world, to which Bogan had only brought death and destruction.