Delana Saan
Character
OOC:
A bit of relic-hunting, wide open. I only have a very rough plan for this - though I do have an idea about the potential treasure. Feel free to make up stuff if you want to join. There's ample possibilities of other people getting interested about the ruins - forcers, treasure hunters, mercenaries. Delana might even hire some hunters.
IC:
The sky was cloudless and littered with stars. Visibility was perfect - the deserts of Darvannis were sparsely populated. Oasis City was the only settlement nearby to cast its light into the night - and even that was diminished, given that half the city lay in lightless ruins.
A blessing, truly, and Delana allowed herself a sigh of contentment as she stepped off the tramp freighter. Deserts during the day meant light, bright light - not a particular fancy of hers, and even though she'd still face the stinging sun in the morning, she was satisfied to prolong that nuisance a little bit longer.
She shook hands with the ship's mechanic as she passed, exchanging some pleasantries before heading through the spaceport terminal itself, casually mingling with the dozens of other sentients there. She didn't stand out, her six feet height excluded, maybe. Light brown, wide clothes suited for desert climates, a large duffel bag, good shoes, an entirely common, worn-looking utility belt and a small, cheap and reliable blaster pistol at her side. Just another treasure hunter to most, or maybe a spacer or mercenary prefering to blend in with them or the locals. Oasis City saw a lot of those, lately.
As she got out of the spaceport, she saw signs of just-repaired battle damage everywhere, and that was in the lively central part of the city; with its market still overflowing with people even now. According to Chardas message, entire blocks had been blown apart in other districts - a brief touch with the droids of the entity calling itself Omni. Only a skirmish, really, in the grander matter of things.
She slowed down as she spotted blue skin underneath a similar desert robe to her own. Obviously, Charda had been practicing her disguise - she'd barely felt her before the unusually bulky hood of her chagrian apprentice came into view. Raising her hand in greeting, they approached each other, finally shaking hands and exchanging meaningless words with nothing to indicate their Sith nature. It had become a habit, in public. There were reasons why they had managed to disappear as completely as they had, after all. After a few moments, Charda gestured down the winding street, and began to lead on.
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"The place I was staying practically collapsed on top of it. Pure luck, really - I don't think many other people saw it; certainly noone who can read it."
Delana nodded at Chardas words, blue eyes - contacts to cover their darkside-influenced amber colour - scanning over the writings the chagrian had copied from the ancient stonework beneath Oasis City. "Intriguing, indeed."
And it was. Most of the writing was simply insufferable praise and adoration to the writer's all powerful masters. The fact that it was written in ancient sith made it marginally interesting. The fact that the name of one of these all powerful masters was 'Styrak' changed the matter entirely.
"I knew Styrak was killed on Darvannis. I wasn't aware he kept a stronghold and a cult here, though. I wonder..."
"So do I. And given the fact that people already managed to find remainders of scroll cases and datapads in his catacombs, it seems that the Republic, the Hutts and the Sith weren't aware either. They've been untouched for millenia."
Charda moved next to her taller master, gesturing over the writings. "Here... here, and here. It speaks of a private sanctum. Some hints about Styraks seat of power or control, depending on context. I've compared a few other pieces, gathered what hand-drawn maps I could from treasure hunters. The sanctum's probably down deep - I have a rough idea of where we could start looking for a way down." She paused. "It'll probably take some digging, though."
"So droids or hired help."
Charda nodded. A smile crept onto Delana's lips.
"To step through history, then. It's late - does the city die down over night?"
"Not really. It's quiet midday, too much heat. Night is brimming with activity."
"No time to loose, then."
A bit of relic-hunting, wide open. I only have a very rough plan for this - though I do have an idea about the potential treasure. Feel free to make up stuff if you want to join. There's ample possibilities of other people getting interested about the ruins - forcers, treasure hunters, mercenaries. Delana might even hire some hunters.
IC:
The sky was cloudless and littered with stars. Visibility was perfect - the deserts of Darvannis were sparsely populated. Oasis City was the only settlement nearby to cast its light into the night - and even that was diminished, given that half the city lay in lightless ruins.
A blessing, truly, and Delana allowed herself a sigh of contentment as she stepped off the tramp freighter. Deserts during the day meant light, bright light - not a particular fancy of hers, and even though she'd still face the stinging sun in the morning, she was satisfied to prolong that nuisance a little bit longer.
She shook hands with the ship's mechanic as she passed, exchanging some pleasantries before heading through the spaceport terminal itself, casually mingling with the dozens of other sentients there. She didn't stand out, her six feet height excluded, maybe. Light brown, wide clothes suited for desert climates, a large duffel bag, good shoes, an entirely common, worn-looking utility belt and a small, cheap and reliable blaster pistol at her side. Just another treasure hunter to most, or maybe a spacer or mercenary prefering to blend in with them or the locals. Oasis City saw a lot of those, lately.
As she got out of the spaceport, she saw signs of just-repaired battle damage everywhere, and that was in the lively central part of the city; with its market still overflowing with people even now. According to Chardas message, entire blocks had been blown apart in other districts - a brief touch with the droids of the entity calling itself Omni. Only a skirmish, really, in the grander matter of things.
She slowed down as she spotted blue skin underneath a similar desert robe to her own. Obviously, Charda had been practicing her disguise - she'd barely felt her before the unusually bulky hood of her chagrian apprentice came into view. Raising her hand in greeting, they approached each other, finally shaking hands and exchanging meaningless words with nothing to indicate their Sith nature. It had become a habit, in public. There were reasons why they had managed to disappear as completely as they had, after all. After a few moments, Charda gestured down the winding street, and began to lead on.
*** *** ***
"The place I was staying practically collapsed on top of it. Pure luck, really - I don't think many other people saw it; certainly noone who can read it."
Delana nodded at Chardas words, blue eyes - contacts to cover their darkside-influenced amber colour - scanning over the writings the chagrian had copied from the ancient stonework beneath Oasis City. "Intriguing, indeed."
And it was. Most of the writing was simply insufferable praise and adoration to the writer's all powerful masters. The fact that it was written in ancient sith made it marginally interesting. The fact that the name of one of these all powerful masters was 'Styrak' changed the matter entirely.
"I knew Styrak was killed on Darvannis. I wasn't aware he kept a stronghold and a cult here, though. I wonder..."
"So do I. And given the fact that people already managed to find remainders of scroll cases and datapads in his catacombs, it seems that the Republic, the Hutts and the Sith weren't aware either. They've been untouched for millenia."
Charda moved next to her taller master, gesturing over the writings. "Here... here, and here. It speaks of a private sanctum. Some hints about Styraks seat of power or control, depending on context. I've compared a few other pieces, gathered what hand-drawn maps I could from treasure hunters. The sanctum's probably down deep - I have a rough idea of where we could start looking for a way down." She paused. "It'll probably take some digging, though."
"So droids or hired help."
Charda nodded. A smile crept onto Delana's lips.
"To step through history, then. It's late - does the city die down over night?"
"Not really. It's quiet midday, too much heat. Night is brimming with activity."
"No time to loose, then."