Tʜᴇ Sʜᴀʀᴋ

Crait. One of many worlds that has played a significant role in Galactic history. In the old days of the Rebellion against Darth Sidious' Empire, it served as the location for a rebel base. It is said that same base served as stalwart fortress against a rather aggressive Imperial remnant calling itself the First Order. But most recently, it was claimed by the Confederacy before its collapse.
The CIS initially focused on the world for its rich mineral deposits. Yet, that was not the only thing awaiting them. For reasons unclear, there was vergence in the Force on the salt-crusted world, allowing malevolent entities to cross into the material world and bring harm to the living.
The witches and Knights Obsidian promptly exorcised the entities and seemingly closed the vergence. All seemed to be quiet afterwards. Or so one would think...
Samira Keldau, a Mandalorian warrior with a knack for hunting Sith and their ilk, had heard whispers that a dark cult had taken root in Crait's red soil. Someone trying to either reopen the vergence or manipulate the remnant energies of the accursed site. Thankfully, she was not alone. Accompanying her was Jedi
Valery Noble
, who had made recent connections with the Enclave and offered her help in the matter.
"We begin our descent, Master Jedi." came Samira's Shukut-accented voice from the cockpit, "We will be planetside soon enough. Have yourself prepared."
The Crimson Harvest descended into the atmosphere. A gorgeous landscape of white salt cut through veins of brilliant red. It was almost as of the planet itself was bleeding. An ominous omen if any that crossed the Mandalorian's gaze.
The CIS initially focused on the world for its rich mineral deposits. Yet, that was not the only thing awaiting them. For reasons unclear, there was vergence in the Force on the salt-crusted world, allowing malevolent entities to cross into the material world and bring harm to the living.
The witches and Knights Obsidian promptly exorcised the entities and seemingly closed the vergence. All seemed to be quiet afterwards. Or so one would think...
Samira Keldau, a Mandalorian warrior with a knack for hunting Sith and their ilk, had heard whispers that a dark cult had taken root in Crait's red soil. Someone trying to either reopen the vergence or manipulate the remnant energies of the accursed site. Thankfully, she was not alone. Accompanying her was Jedi

"We begin our descent, Master Jedi." came Samira's Shukut-accented voice from the cockpit, "We will be planetside soon enough. Have yourself prepared."
The Crimson Harvest descended into the atmosphere. A gorgeous landscape of white salt cut through veins of brilliant red. It was almost as of the planet itself was bleeding. An ominous omen if any that crossed the Mandalorian's gaze.