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Private The Reality of the Force - Dxun

Light? No. Shadow? No. Responsibility.
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Freedon Nadd was an Old Republic Jedi prodigy whose conscious decision to embrace the dark side of the Force had a significant impact on galactic events for many generations after his death. Nadd's career began as a student in training on the planet Ossus, but a lust for greater power caused him to slay his Master, Matta Tremayne, and renounce his affiliation with the Jedi Order. He fled Ossus and made his way to the heart of the old Sith Empire, where he gained an enormous wealth of dark side knowledge. He eventually followed the Force to the jungle moon of Yavin 4, where he found and apprenticed himself to the ancient Dark Lord of the Sith Naga Sadow. Sadow trained Nadd in the Sith arts, and led the young Jedi even further down the dark path. When he determined that he had learned all his Sith Master had to offer, Nadd used his newfound powers to kill Sadow and left Yavin 4 behind in search of a world to conquer as his own. He proclaimed himself Dark Lord of the Sith, and used his sorcerous powers to subjugate the world of Onderon, where he ruled as king from the capital of Iziz for more than a hundred years until his physical demise. His body was entombed below the royal palace of Iziz, which became a focal point of Sith power. Nadd's spirit lingered in the tomb, from whence it taught the descendants of his bloodline and further steeped Onderon in the miasma that was the dark side of the Force.

What does any of this have to do with today?

Connel, fresh off of his most recent rounds of meditations, was led here, to Dxun, to follow up on one of the locations that his mother had given him to investigate. It made sense to start with him, as well as Uliq Qel Droma, or even Exar Kun. Sure, there were the “Revans” and “Malaks” of the galaxy, even the “Galen Mareks”… maybe he will get to them… but it started here for him.

Now, before anyone gets any ideas, Connel was more than smart enough to “call ahead”. He knew that while colleague Vince Vince was the Crown Prince of Onderon, a planet that Dxun was moon to, this was under the governance of the Mandalorian Empire, and so Connel made sure to contact “Mandalore” himself, Aether Verd Aether Verd for the permission to do so. He took no chances and asked for permission for “a group” (though he was going alone) just in case as well. This would come at the cost of the Mandalorians getting the Lion’s share of whatever he had found. This was really not the issue that it sounded like as Connel was really only looking for information. Even if he found a holocron, all he wanted was a conversation with what was inside.

Why?

Well, it starts with his father Caltin. Caltin Vanagor “walked the line” for a long time, he had every reason on the outside looks of him to be a Dark Lord of the Sith, but never came close to falling. Connel had this same physiology, this same belief, and the same training, but he wanted to know why. He wanted, not to conquer the Force, but to understand it all. Will it work? Maybe. Maybe not. However he was not going to just sit back and make fun of the Sith without having the knowledge to back it up. If it really was “the easy way out” he was going to know why.

He landed well enough away from the tomb of Freedon Nadd, now it was just a trek.

 
It’s just tequila and the beach
There were so many different things about this galaxy that made it wonderful. It all mattered on how you looked at things. Brooke Waters was once a Jedi and now a WItch, but more than that, she was a Selabite. One of only a few she figured were still in the galaxy at large, unless the others named successors. It didn’t matter, she kept doing the work. And that meant getting into the most mystical places of the galaxy.

Places a Jedi shouldn’t be going, unless that were really disciplined.

The world of Onderon was not one she traveled to lightly, but there was something in the Force calling her. Taking her semi-living ship, she landed and hid the vessel with a spell in the Force. This world was steeped in the dark side.

It was… seductive, slippery, cold, but… welcoming all the same. The blonde looked towards the tombs, hood pulled up.

Connel Vanagor Connel Vanagor
 
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It was odd that for a place so steeped in the energy and temptation that was the Dark Side, that it was so inviting. Even for thousands of years, the moon of Dxun looked like a camping trip. The trails, the beaches, the forests. Yet there was the tempting pull of the Dark Side, the voices repeatedly telling him to “just let it happen” and how he would “avenge his father if he just gave in”.

It all made Connel laugh to himself. If he let himself be manipulated, he would have let his father die in vain, not only that, he would be the coward he thought Sith were to be. That was the nature of the Dark Side though, wasn’t it? The promise of “easy progression” and “free stuff” makes you forget that there is no such thing as a “free lunch”, sooner or later someone is going to have to pay.

Then he sensed something, or should you say someone else. A ship had landed. Wait, what? How could he sense a ship? Well, he couldn’t but he could sense the different presence. He focused his attention, trying to pinpoint the source of the disturbance. The presence felt unfamiliar, yet strangely powerful. Was it a trap? Or perhaps an ally? Either way, Connel knew he had to tread carefully. The Dark Side was always full of surprises, and he wasn’t about to let his guard down now.

Nice try.

If they were coming for him, it would have to be at the tomb. He was going to find the tomb.


 
It’s just tequila and the beach
Tombs were not her favorite places, Brooke much preferred old libraries, old armories, things that were’t so full of wet bodies. Sure, she was a witch but she wasn’t one of those. She could do those spells, if she so chose, but honestly, she’d rather use her skills to make some form of a golem to help defend and protect her and her own. SHe may be able to work something up here but if she needed to? She could pull on the dead and bend them to her will.

She hated to, but it was easier than her getting into combat on her own.

Her lightsaber was on her belt, next to her blades.

The dry air hit her face as she made her way up the path. A pilgrim’s path, surely. She didn’t have the Sith very high in her mental regards, but they did pay homage to their past, that was for certain. As she did her best to reach out to the past, almost a post-congition, she was feeling the intent of the Sith who walked this path, all before feeling something strong, yet familiar.

The blonde would check it out, but first she wanted to complete her task of investigation here.

The tomb/temple was not far.

Connel Vanagor Connel Vanagor
 
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He was settled into a “Cover” position, as if setting a perimeter while “Gabriel” was doing some slicing, or “Azrael” was setting a charge. He was in front of the Tomb… it was the definition, the epitome, the very image of salaciousness, even now. It was more of a Temple, a Cathedral, a Castle over a tomb, not that he cared.

If this thing was in the shape it was now, it was clear that the tomb had been unkept ridiculously well. However even beyond that, there was something “off” about all of this. So, without further adieu, he pulled out his Black Hawkbat UAD and let it fly, pulling out the Mobile "Bodycam" Datapad and let it pair up with the device.

This would be his eyes, for however long.

The tiny flying drone floated in through the front door, something he would be stupid to do on his own, but the camera stream was giving a vibrant image of what to expect.

Would this last? Probably not, but even if someone was laying in wait in there, he knew where to go...

... even with the individual approaching... someone clearly not of the Dark Side.

You look familiar.

 
It’s just tequila and the beach
For her, she made the move with only a little technology, no longer depending on the ancient armor she used to carry. Most of the pieces were repurposed to give her other equipment, and broken down. She had her bag and it had her macrobinoculars, and a few power cells for a variety of doors that may need to be opened, or droids to be recharged.

But most of her gear? Arcane Force powers imbued into various bracers and charms around her.

Her robes were lightly imbued, but came from a fabric that was special to Arda, and linked in with several aquatic species skins, to keep her warm and give her protections. But now? She was working her way towards the Temple.

And there were droids around. That meant other beings. So, she was right. She called on the Force as the droid approached. A knife in her hand would glint with a supernatural light.

“And who is controlling you?” She muttered to the droid.

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That droid was his own, it was BRAD.

BooEEEP: [Translation - I am B4-80 but you can call me “BRAD”. My friend, he doesn’t consider himself “Master”... Connel Vanagor is right around the corner. You will not be challenged to see him if you are going in the same direction. Have a wonderful day!]

Without really waiting, the droid happily rolled off, headed back to the ship

Connel was busy viewing the livestream of what his drone was sending back. It was odd, for a tomb, so old and beaten by the warrior of time, the inside was remarkably… well kept. Then as if on cue, once around a corner, the feed was lost.


 
It’s just tequila and the beach
Brooke didn’t need a droid. She had other witches, and Jedi to do her work for her. She was an Elder, and the very magick of the galaxy, of the Force, obeyed her. Though, when others used droids? She’d do what she could to entertain the machines.

Looking at the droid, she nodded.

“Hello, Brad.” She nodded as she looked at the droid. “I’m heading towards the temple, but yeah, I’ll come see Connel.” She’d worked with his father, several times, and it had been a while. Would be good to check in on him.

She may not look her age, thankful to smart spellcraft and genetics. She made her way to where the droid had indicated.

Connel Vanagor Connel Vanagor
 
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She would see Connel jump to his feet as the feed was lost. Not surprised that it happened, but still annoyed (he liked these little drones). Putting the datapad away and making a check of his gear, Connel looked Brooke’s way and nodded.

You were at my father’s wake, you were with Master Starchaser.. She may have known of him, but it was not the other way around. This was not meant to be anything negative toward the witch, it was simply that since then, he had been bombarded by people who knew Caltin. Either saying how great the man was, trying to point out something that they didn’t like, or trying to horn in on him willing away the old man’s stuff. He didn’t think that Brooke wanted anything, but he just couldn’t remember her name. They had probably been introduced.

Name’s “Connel”... pleasure… He offered a short, quick, respectful “bow”(which was more of a head nod). There’s something in there. Something dark, but something I need to get to. You’re not going to stop me are you?

The question wasn’t a threat or anything, nor the tone or any of his mannerisms, he just did not really want to have to deal with obstacles right now.


 
It’s just tequila and the beach
There was a use for droids, and she felt Connel was doing it right. Between exploration and ensuring safety, and combat, that was where droids and drones worked best. Watching him jump, she waved her hand. “No need to fear.” She was speaking in a calm, soft tone.

“I was. Yes, I’ve known your father for years, and Master Starchaser and I are colleagues. Part of the reason I met your father.” The blonde nodded as she looked around. “I’m Brooke Waters, of the Blue Coral Divers clan. Of Dathomir and Kattada.” A world Caltin had frequented once upon a time.

“Something dark, yes, I felt it. And stop you? Why would I stop you?” On her belt was a lightsaber, yes, but she was no Jedi. Once, maybe, but not any longer. “I was actually about to enter as well, perhaps we can watch each other’s back in there?”

Connel Vanagor Connel Vanagor
 
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She almost seemed offended when he asked if he was going to stop her. It was embarrassing for Connel, in a funny way and he offered a sheepish shrug.

You never know, until you ask, right? Her mention of Kattada brought back some good memories. Connel wasn’t much for the beach, or ocean, but they were still good days on their trips there.

Love Kattada… He noticed the lightsaber, and it made him instinctively want to check his gear again. The entryway, which yes, we should cover each other, the entryway is fairly straight forward, but something bothers me about what I saw.

He replayed the feed recording of the drone flying all the way, noting how well kept and up to date looking that the tomb looks to be. This was not a cult taking care of it, but it looked like a hiding place.


 

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