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//Mygeeto
The battle, she’d been told, was a vicious one. Vicious and decisive. As the New Imperials cut further into the massive swath of territory held by The Sith Empire, oddities were uncovered. Sith culture and history spanned thousands of years, and being allowed passage into their formerly held words would help to fill in the gaps. At least, that’s what the head of the research party told Creed.
He’d become increasingly giddy as they traversed the stars to Mygeeto, an infectious energy that began to rub off on her. She too, had become excited at the prospect of seeing something so few in the galaxy had the chance to lay eyes on; a portal to the Netherworld.
Under no circumstances, however, was she allowed to approach the portal alone.
Creed had woken up early one particular morning, before the rest of their party had risen. The Force had given her dreams of the portal, of what she might find. Despite their distressing nature, she was eager to see the portal for herself.
And so, the cautions of the head researcher were promptly forgotten as Creed made her own way.
“It sure is pretty here.” The crystalline landscape of Mygeeto trapped and reflected whatever light it caught, giving the terrain a luminous feel. The former blonde rubbed her hands together and blew on them. “Cold, too.”
Viers Connory