Dominion The Lost City | AC Dominion of Nathema

[Tyth'xio]

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Objective: Talk with Greer, stand in awe of ruins, distract Ithorian
Location: Lumis, Nathema
Equipment: Micro-blaster, the Librarian's Spacer Leathers, Lightsaber, supplies,
Tag: The lovely Greer Caimbeulaich , The Regal Eina L'lerim-Vandiir , The Villain Giborot Habat , Solan Halcyon , and Vaxis

Spoiler: Post Music

The small squirrel kept pace well with the taller beings as the dove into the city. His eyes took in each sight, and his heart quickened. A soft whisper left his lips, echoed against the stone tiles. "It's beautiful." His right gloved hand went over his heart, and he bowed his head, as if in prayer. Eina's question startled him out of his revere. For a second, his banter with Greer had made him forget the unnaturalness of his being. His mind floated back to his time on Korriban. The very struggle to survive filled him with purpose and life. As he learned about the force, it gave him wings in ways he never could have imagined before. He settled into his life as a new creature, a new entity. He still remembered how the force used to feel. But now? While he could still tap into it, it was like he was manipulating it from far away. Still, it was a hell of his own making.

Xio hesitated a moment, but slowly he began to speak. "My name is Tyth'xio. I'm a Commodore in the Eternal Empire's Navy. Before that, I was a xeno-archeologist, anthropologist, and historian. I'm still a member in good standing with the Archeological Association. It wasn't long after I had managed to escape my Chains that I joined with an exploration team of a dead world being mined heavily. It once had water, atmosphere, now was covered in Gravity anomalies, you know the type of place. Something big happened. An earthquake was caused by mining, and a fissure formed. Inside of it was a city in very good shape. Some type of ancient force cult. Long story short, I didn't wait for the rest of the team. I got cocky. I found a pair of artifacts, one light, one dark, and I inspected them. As I got close, it nearly ripped me apart. Localized force nexi, they cancelled everything caught between them at that distance."

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Breathe. "Force body, and my exploration leathers which helped keep the force at bay some, similar to these, allowed me to survive. But I was never the same. A void in the force. My presence, my powers, it all leaks away into nothingness. But I'm still alive. But words from the wise: Be careful. Don't rush in. It can lead to things worse than death." The man stretched tall and shook his head. He slapped his cheeks and walked next to Greer. He listened to her speak intently. As she warned him, he puffed out his cheeks indignantly. "Why, my lady, I will have you know! I could never force myself to harm something this beautiful. I assure you; I am in as much awe as you are. This is amazing. It dates back thousands of years, I am sure. Yet, look at the stonework, it's like it was in suspended animation." The man's voice was breathless, almost childish in its wonder. "To defile such a place goes as much against my code as it does yours. I do hope to get sketches, write down the findings, and once the exploration is done, to enter into negotiations with the proper authorities for a small number of artifacts, but beyond that, I am here to protect it."

However, the man grinned up at Greer mischievously. "Still, it's good to know you find me charming. It's also likewise. However, when threatening potential burglars, it may behoove you to not use a threat that can be mistaken for a good time." As the reached the door, and Greer commented on going first, the Librarian laughed softly. "My teacher was the same. So that I could learn what to, and not to, do. If you would like, I will happily stay at your side."

Tyth'xio's black eyes glanced back at Eina. No, she would never make a proper Eternal Empress. However, her light would terrify the dark. She would make a perfect Kaiser of the Ashlan. If she did, maybe one day they and his Order could come to proper terms. Maybe.

They moved into the church. His eyes looked around, and once more he began to sketch. Hands reached out reverently to touch the pews. His sense of the force may have diminished, but he still could feel the swirl of it around him. With wide eyed wonder, he explored the sight in front of him. He imagined the lives of the ones who sat here, holding his breath as the rest of the world faded away. Until the Ithorian smashed through the window.

Eina would be the most aware, as the void that surrounded him grew, it threatened to devour all it could grab as his anger rose. His small eyes stared at the ruins of the broken pieces. Who knows how many people it had taken to create it? How many years it had stood for? Who had gotten married under its light? How many lives had been touched by it? This Ithorian represented everything twisted and sick in this galaxy. However, before his rage could overtake him those sweet words replayed in his mind.

There can be no freedom without passion.​

Through passion, I find strength.
Through strength, I find patience.
Through patience, I find peace.
Through peace, I find freedom.

The Force shall be my tool, my weapon, and my guide.
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Patience, all he needed was patience to find peace. As he slowly let out his breath, the void shrunk once more, back to its barely noticeable state. His tail twitched in visible annoyance. "Friend. Did you know that if you break things, they are worth a LOT less. Are you trying to make it all worthless?" He moved away from Greer, and Eina. They may never understand it, but for a Warden, Duty was above all else. He circled a bit closer to Giborot, so that if shot at, it wouldn't accidently hit the rest of the group, and raised his hand. All the shattered glass gently lifted into the air, slowly he moved the pieces to the side of the room, out of the way. While they would never be quite what they once were, with his sketches they could make it close so long as they had the pieces.

"Now, I don't have Spice, but I do have some cigarettes. Would you like one?" He asked the man holding the disruptor. His little face scrunched up, and he reached into his jacket pocket. "Oh, put that thing away already. You look silly." He pulled out pieces of paper from the pockets. "No, where did I put those?" His lightsaber was pulled out. "Flashlight? No…AH!" He kept the lightsaber loosely in one hand and pulled out the pack of cigarettes in the other. His small hand lifted them in the air towards the massive Ithorian with a smile on his face.

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[Eina L'lerim-Vandiir]

Lady Eina L'lerim-Vandiir
The First and the Light of Ashla
Heiress and Princess of the Eternal Empire and Terraris; Angelic Mascot and Representative of the Ashlan Crusade
Eternal Empire's Ambassador to the Ashlan Crusade; Matriarch of the Valkyrja; Leader of Sanctuary and the Fjölkyngi Smiđr Guild​

Objective: Reconnaissance the city
Location: Lumis, South Pole, Nathema
Equipment: Sverð Fyrstr (swords) | Ljósspjót (spear) | Skrúð Engill Fyrstr (armour) || Empyrean gland | OPBC-01m || Current appearance
Tags: Greer Caimbeulaich | Solan Halcyon | Giborot Habat | Tyth'xio | Vaxis | Open

[ Death Come Near Me ]
<"High Nelvaanian"> | ~ telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >> ​

"Oh! I see! I think…" she said at Greer's words when the woman mentioned the drugs. "If I have to, I can help you to quit drugs. They are very harmful to health."

Eina looked at the man who finally left them. Meanwhile, she sensed something else that someone else had come to town. The Valkyrja recognized the Force signature as she had met Lord Vaxis before. Juror seemed to have chosen a path now and wanted to explore the place alone. She just nodded at what Greer had said about the two of them. The Matriarch watched the other figure leave for a few more moments, then continued reconnaissance. When they entered the temple, she also looked around, beautiful stained glass and statues everywhere. One thing is for sure, the locals had a pretty good sense of beauty.

"I had never really heard of such winged creatures before. Just about a few of the evil Sith Spawn and Children of Ashla, but they were created by the Valkyrja. They may have seen the future and prepared for it…"

She said, but her words were then disturbed by the clatter and breaking of the glass as the Ithorian arrived back after smashing the window. Eina looked at him sadly and shook her head.

"Please try to respect this place. It is a sacred place and ancient. We didn't come to destroy it." she asked him.

The next moment something happened which was a pretty nice explanation for why the city is in such good condition as it is. Dozens of tiny droids appeared out of nowhere, like spiders, and began collecting pieces of glass on the ground and then rebuilding the damaged window. Meanwhile, Eina listened intently to Xio as she talked about herself. She was a little surprised that she was an officer of the Eternal Empire, she would not have expected others to be here from the Empire. But archaeological enthusiasm was perhaps a good explanation.

As the void grew, Eina looked at the little creature as rigorously as Ingrid used to. She finally nodded to the explanation and she, too, set off after Greer. There were statues and stories on the walls here as well. Some are paintings, others are reliefs. There were many stories here that could have been familiar to everyone, and it was clear what they were about. Among other things, there was the destruction of Csilla, an attack on Korriban, which was ultimately unsuccessful. There have been pictorial representations here of several people who were rulers today or have already died. Cedric, Ingrid, Pietro, the dead Tavlar, then Rurik Fel, but here was a picture of Solipsis as the devil. Pictures of a city with angelic creatures.

"This is the Seat of Ashla!" Eina said them.

The images are very accurate, although in some places they are fabulous, as if they were taken after Force vision. The corridors and the way down were followed by a shorter corridor, and finally a larger hall. The floor and ceiling in the room were activated immediately when they entered. Immediately in reddish-golden light with different constellations, the galaxy appeared in front of the group. The pictures may have been familiar, this was not the past, but the present was depicted in the pictures, stars.

Spoiler: the room

// There are several computers and terminals in the room. In my next post, I want to tell / describe the history of the city, so you don’t have to figure anything out for the story if you try to activate them. The lore will be my business.//

 

[Aria Scavo]

A R I A⠀ S C A V O
OBJECTIVE: Prepare the Sickbay & Listen to Isla Draellix-Kobitana
LOCATION: Apostle of Light
TAGS: Isla Draellix-Kobitana , Heinrich Faust & Oraada Laabre

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She had moved from sorting beds to configuring bacta tanks, it wasn't glamorous work yet she still appreciated the importance of it. Moments had passed before there was movement by the door, the whole medical team gathered around both Isla Draellix-Kobitana and the senior physician, Aria included. She listened attentively to what was going on.. what can we do if they won't let us in.. she thought to herself, not wanting to raise her voice. She had just arrived here and she intended to stay, she knew she would be within her boundaries to ask yet she remained quiet, especially in-front of the crikking Prime Minister.

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[Vaxis]

Tags: Giborot Habat , Greer Caimbeulaich , Eina L'lerim-Vandiir , Solan Halcyon , Tyth'xio

The quiet mystery of Lumis continued to call to Vaxis as he went deeper and deeper into the ancient ruins of the city. The Juror almost felt unsettled by the dead silence of the place, but there was something peaceful within the silence. Perhaps he had gotten too used to the bustle of the Jury's office, or perhaps he had just spent entirely too much time around others. Whatever the case, Vaxis found himself enraptured by the overwhelming calmness within himself.

As he continued his trek, the Juror eventually came across a building that seemed to be humble in nature, yet commanding in its presence. There wasn't much that made it stand out, save for a single statue near the entrance. Whatever this place was, it was his intended destination. Ashla brought him here, though for what purpose, he did not know. He wasn't one to question the will of the Light, and would gladly follow Ashla's will wherever it led him. He let out a deep breath as he stepped into the building, hoping to find the answer to a question he didn't even know he had.

The building opened up into a wide staircase, leading down into the belly of the planet itself. He wasn't sure how far down he walked, but it was certainly quite far from the surface. Eventually, the stairs opened up into an even larger space, a room from a forgotten age. Tall pillars lined the walls, with more large statues in between. Vaxis was by no means a historian, and thus could not glean much information from the architecture itself, but somehow, deep down, he knew that this was once a sacred place. Curiosity began to well up inside him, causing him to pick up the pace. Soon he would finally have the answers he sought.

 

[Greer Caimbeulaich]

Equipment: Lightsaber Claymore, Ashlan battle armour Shock Gauntlet, Icarus gravpack, Ashlan Rosary, survival kit
Tags: Eina L'lerim-Vandiir Tyth'xio Giborot Habat Vaxis
Location: Lumis - Nathema



It was a relief to here Tyth'xio describe his non-destructive process "A man interested in history instead of loot is a noble thing" she said, intending it as a compliment "I am interested in learning more of your story some time, the long story caught short offers more questions than it does answers." she laughed with her eyes still closed, sat on the floor. A brush filled her freckled face when he implied that being stuffed down her kilt might be a good time. Now she knew he was flirting, she tried to suppress a small amount of mirth, Jedi were trained to view a person as their soul and not their physical body, but she suspected Ashla did intend limits on that. "Maybe a dinner some time first hey?" she wouldn't mention the fact that a squirrel was a 'hard no' for her choice of intimate companionship, but he seemed a pleasant man so she genuinely would enjoy his company and like to learn more about him.

Her mildly flitascious mood was broken by a crash as thousands of hours of painstaking work was scattered across the floor. She was on her feet instantly, her Claymore sized lightsaber was ignited, ready to fight this potential attacker. She glared at the Ithorian and Eina would feel a flare of her anger quite plainly, and her body language with her knuckles blanching with the tight grip around her sword was a clear impression that she was fighting the urge not to explode. "You stupid, reckless.... why would you do something so.?.? There is a KARKING DOOR!!" she breathed deeply, taking a queue from Eina's much calmer response, and allowing the soothing effect of the crystal inside her weapon to calm her. "Please, be more careful." she looked at disruptor and then in his eyes as he glared back, one excuse would be all it took for her to strike him, but then she would potentially lose what little faith Eina had in her ability to control her temper. "I am going to put this away now, I suggest you put yours away too, I am not getting into some childish standoff." she deactivated her blade, wishing to be the one to make the first step toward peace. "There, now you need to chose to shoot me and hope you kill me in the first shot, or put your gun away and continue the expedition."

The Ithorian did not look as stupid as his behaviour might betray, there were three force users standing across from him, so she suspected he would back down.

assuming he does intact back down and not start a firefight, continue here...

Greer first reached out an arm to Tyth'xio and raised her eyebrows, as if offering him a friendly shoulder on which to ride as they explored. This was meant to be an offer of friendship, and there was no hint of Greer being patronising or doubting his strength in her demeanour.

Greer followed Eina down the corridor, the mind of Ashla was vague and unclear, but her Light was decisive and Greer would follow. "those windows depicted stories set long after this place should have been built, was that angelic creature actually you then?" Greer knew the force worked in very mysterious ways and was often beyond time and space, but this was something way beyond her understanding. "and you said something about a seat of Ashla, is this what this.... oh wow," she was cut short but the room that opened up in front of her, once again in awe as this ancient, but in the same time modern room lit up in front of her. There looked like several terminals, the controls of a few looked more like holocrons and lacked keypads, maybe specialised databases to be accessed only by force users. what is this place Eina?"

 

[Vaxis]

Tags: Giborot Habat , Greer Caimbeulaich , Eina L'lerim-Vandiir , Solan Halcyon , Tyth'xio , V Voska Khai

The room that Vaxis now found himself in was shrouded in mystery, yet seemed to draw him in as if it were guiding him to this very spot. Vaxis was no historian, and had only spent minimal time within such ruins. Nevertheless, he refused to leave without finding the source of the pull. He began to inspect the statues, hoping to glean some clue as to the nature of this place. At the base of each statue was a different symbol. Vaxis began to theorize that they could be characters from a long-forgotten language, though there was no way to be sure. He inspected each one closely, taking mental notes as he moved from statue to statue.

There has to be something...

He began looking at the statues themselves, each was what appeared to be a Force-user, with a right hand pointing in a different direction. Upon closer inspection, Vaxis noticed that the statues seemed to be pointing at each other. Once he figured out the sequence, Vaxis found the final statue pointing toward the ground. It was then that he noticed the symbols once again, spread in a circle on the floor. He stepped on the first tile, pressing it down as he put his weight on it.

Ah...there it is.

He continued pressing the tiles, each in the same sequence as the statues. Once the final one was pressed, the floor opened up, and a pedestal rose out up from the darkness. Upon it was a box of gold and azure, pulsating with power through the empyrean. Vaxis had handled holocrons before, but this felt different. As he drew close, he could feel the sheer power emanating from the vessel of knowledge. Once the Juror determined the holocron was safe to handle, he took it from the pedestal, holding it out in front of him as he took in its power.

This would only be the beginning...

 

[Giborot Habat]

(phone post)

Objective: Steal Shit
Tags: Eina L'lerim-Vandiir , Tyth'xio , Greer Caimbeulaich , Vaxis

"You know how hard it is to remove stained glass? It'd take a day or two without a team I figure," the Ithorian boomed, happlessly justifying his actions as he slung his disruptor back over his shoulder. The pink skins and the rat thing were far from intimidating to the ten-foot tall alien, but he wasn't entirely unreasonable.

Besides, if he played nice, they'd probably lead him to some hefty credits. "I don't know what a cigarette is," he grumbled. There was nothing that could replace the elation that spice gifted him with: still he was an open minded beast, and he'd not tried any drugs that he didn't like. Well, that was a lie, most were hit or miss, but when they hit....oh when they hit!

The red-maned pink skin pulled him from his reverie. "Doors are for poors." He boomed, thundering laughter rolling off of him as he followed the Ashlans down. If they got uppity or decided he couldn't join them into the depths, then his disruptor and forcebreaker grenades might have something to say about that.

"Place seems kinda culty. You pig skins like that sort of thing though, if I'm not mistaken."

 

[Tyth'xio]

Objective: Ride Greer
Location: Lumis, Nathema
Equipment: Micro-blaster, the Librarian's Spacer Leathers, Lightsaber, supplies.
Tag: Greer Caimbeulaich , Eina L'lerim-Vandiir Giborot Habat Vaxis

Before the event with the Ithorian, he laughed with Greer's response. He gave a playful wink. "You can learn a lot about a person by being playful. You have a good heart. Are tolerant. As for dinner, I would love to, even if just to exchange stories. I'm sure you have a good number of them to tell as well! A nice drink, some music while staring at the stars and swapping stories. It's one of my favorite past times. It would be an honor to share such an event with you."

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Later, as he held up the cigarettes, the Ithorian put away his disruptor the squirrel would allow the giant to either take the pack, or to not. If he didn't, Xio would put them away back in a pocket, soon followed by his lightsaber. Slowly he backed up with a flick of his tail. The Ithorian was no true danger, but it was still annoying. His black eyes took in the sight of the tiny droids. Now, this was worth further investigating. He would try to get a couple from the Crusade later if it proved possible. A droid system that kept going for possibly thousands of years? It could be useful for his Library.

He turned back to Greer and gave her a cheeky little smile and nod of his head in approval. She had done well in keeping her cool. Sith he may have once been, but the key to a long, happy life was to keep your emotions in check. Passion was fine, it gave spice to life. But when it dictated your actions, you only lost. However, as Greer offered her shoulder to him, he had an ever so slight hesitation. It was in moments like these, that he was reminded of his past. Of that young Acolyte that he had risked his life for so long ago. He KNEW what he was. But knowing, and feeling were completely different things. Yet, it was impolite to refuse a woman who wanted to give you a ride. No matter the context, this was simply fact.

He made a concious choice to ignore the Ithorian for the moment. This was for the Ashlan people to decide on how to handle. Black eyes glistened mischievously in the light, as he gave her a wry grin. He drew upon the force, ever so slightly, and up he hopped onto her shoulder with a single powerful leap. Acrobatically he landed gracefully upon her shoulder and took a seat. "My, Miss Greer. It is obvious you work out. Your muscles are lovely. It's rare to see someone take such care of themselves. It's impressive! But next time, I'll carry you. Deal?" He would stay perched there with impeccable balance. "This place. It's almost magical. I could spend years simply going over every inch of the stonework and taking in the artwork." Once more, his voice held awe for what they had come across. As they walked, he would make simple banter with both Eina and Greer.

As comfortable as he looked sitting upon the woman's shoulder, his little ears swiveled, and nose twitched as he searched for even the slightest hint of danger. It was an interesting thing, few beings in the galaxy were as in tune with the feel of danger as a rodent. Like it or not, he was one. Then, they stepped into the new room, and as Eina spoke all pretense of searching fell apart. He gave a sharp gasp and held his breath upon the view. By Petrichor… "Lady Eina. I almost can't believe my eyes. It's almost like this place is alive, like I can almost hear its heartbeat if I just closed my eyes and listened hard enough."

 

[Eina L'lerim-Vandiir]

Lady Eina L'lerim-Vandiir
The First and the Light of Ashla
Heiress and Princess of the Eternal Empire and Terraris; Angelic Mascot and Representative of the Ashlan Crusade
Eternal Empire's Ambassador to the Ashlan Crusade; Matriarch of the Valkyrja; Leader of Sanctuary and the Fjölkyngi Smiđr Guild​

Objective: Reconnaissance the city
Location: Lumis, South Pole, Nathema
Equipment: Sverð Fyrstr (swords) | Ljósspjót (spear) | Skrúð Engill Fyrstr (armour) || Empyrean gland | OPBC-01m || Current appearance
Tags: Greer Caimbeulaich | Solan Halcyon | Giborot Habat | Tyth'xio | Vaxis | Open

[ Death Come Near Me ]
<"High Nelvaanian"> | ~ telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >> ​

"It is possible, I know, that there are species that can see the future in great detail, but it is fascinating!" she said to Greer's words.

The Valkyrja was surprised too and found it all a little embarrassing. I mean, in that respect, it's all too accurate. She had never heard such an exact thing from anyone before. But that's why she found it impressive. The room was similar, the city didn't really work, so Eina didn't really understand why they could see pictures that depict the present. She recognized this because she also had an observatory in their home with Gei, so she could already see the sky and the galaxy from there.

"I don't know." she said honestly.

Inside the room, she also saw the computers. Eina set off for one to activate it, but she didn’t have to go there because the place seemed to sense their presence and the computer and the terminals turned on, as this happened, she turned to Xio.

"I agree, although I don't feel that in the Force. This place is technologically alive only." she told him.

The next moment, as the computers turned on, a female hologram appeared in the centre of the room. In golden light, her dress corresponded to that of modern-day Ashlan priests; when she spoke the language she used, it was Essonian, the modern Essonian:

Spoiler: hologram

"If anyone hears the message, it means one of the biggest threats to the Galaxy is about to happen. My name is Kandra Iblik, one of Ashla’s priestesses and diplomats. I don't know when they will find this city, but I hope it's before ABY 875. Even before Maw would attack Empress Teta. Why do I know so exactly? I was there, meaning I was there with countless other companions. We tried to evacuate others. I mean, this would have been our mission there.

However, something happened, I don’t know what, I never felt like that. When we tried to get out of hyperspace, at that moment. We ended up in the past, roughly twenty-six thousand years from the present. The Rakata Empire was already on the verge of collapse, the Tython had already been liberated. We knew exactly what the consequences of trying to change the past might be, so we tried to intervene as little as possible. When the Je'daii order spread across the galaxy, we were going with them.

We recalled from the mission log that Ashlan Crusade members would be leaving for Nathema soon, and it was a relatively untouched world, so we came here to bring Ashla’s religion with us, which we also told others along the way. To establish the basics of the religion, for that in time the Holy Kaiser Cedric Grayson will be able to make our religion great. Thank you, Kaiser for your teaching and guidance, here, in the past it was our great help as well.

We built this city, Lumis, with our ship and technology, we partially hid it underground, we didn’t want anyone to find it ahead of time. Of course, we were just hoping Vitiate and Bogan wouldn’t find this, as history hadn’t written anything like that. By using all the materials of our ship for the city, we have essentially signed our destiny so that we cannot get home ever.

If they have not heard of the Maw, be prepared, a great danger, the servants of the Bogan. Stay strong, pray to Ashla and with join forces we can defeat them with faith and hope, we trust her. Empress Teta is just the beginning in the Core Worlds, they won't stop. Tython may be the next, the home of our religion cannot be destroyed or they cannot occupy it! Prevent any destruction that the Maw may cause. Please! Don't all this be in vain!

We won’t leave Lumis, probably by the time anyone finds the city, we’ll all be dead. We were barely four hundred on the ship, that’s not enough to rebuild or start a civilization. We have accepted that our destiny is the passing away, but our faith is strong, in our holy Kaiser and Ashla! Forever!

May Ashla accompany you on your journey, guide and protect you!"

The hologram was gone, and the computers remained online, but now there was silence in the room.

 

[Greer Caimbeulaich]

Equipment: Lightsaber Claymore, Ashlan battle armour Shock Gauntlet, Icarus gravpack, Ashlan Rosary, survival kit
Tags: Eina L'lerim-Vandiir Tyth'xio Giborot Habat Vaxis
Location: Lumis - Nathema

Greer stepped back as Tyth'xio took flight and landed on her, he was heavier than she expected but thereabouts. "Flattering will get you everywhere my sciurine friend. Would be interesting to see how you expect to carry me?

I am concerned about the Ithorian, I am glad we are on the same page on that?" The inflection in her voice and the slight raise in her eyebrow indicated a question. Greer was not keen on having some idiotic vandal risk a hugely significant treasure like this.

She continued walking to room when something lit up and "What did you touch Eina L'lerim-Vandiir ?" she chuckled as stars filled the room and a priest stood before them. Before her mouth just dropped as she listened. She pulled her rosary out Tyth'xio Would have heard muttering a personal prayer to herself as she held it in her hand. This didn't make any sense, how could this be real? The force was mysterious, but this wow...

"That is so soon, how could they be moving on Tython with so much of Alliance space between them and the world? If the Maw were to occupy it, that would be... I can't imagine a fate worse than that for the people there." She looked a little sheepish for being upset, many many worlds had fallen to the Maw and other than it symbolic importance, ultimately Thython was no different. But this idea made her sick to her stomach.

"There has to be more to it here? If they knew what was going to happen? More details perhaps? Even some way of stopping them?" she looked at Eina, hoping the woman would have something good to reveal.