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Trash From Tahv

KESH SYSTEM, KESH
THE CITY OF TAHV


@[member="Jacques Cavill"] | @[member="Arthos Vynea"] | @[member="Vorhi Alestrani"] |@ThatOneGuyAndrewWantedMeToTag

Hannibal was a man of many hobbies. Mercenary work, bounty hunting, bank robberies... He had yet to add treasure hunting, tomb raiding, and general adventuring to that list. There was a lot of money to be had in this kind of work, but there was also a lot of danger if he went it alone. Besides, Hannibal liked meeting new people. These folks he had called up were of a different sort than Hannibal usually worked with. That was to say that they probably had interest in whatever they found that didn't include just selling it on the market to the highest bidder. These were scholars, intellectuals... Force Users, basically. Hannibal didn't care much for that hocus-pocus nonsense. These were the folks interested in helping him scrounge around for some ancient Sith stuff, so along they would come.

Hopefully they were comfortable on board the Negative Perspiration. Doomtreaders were usually made for transporting bulk prisoners, bounties... Yeah, they'd be fine.

"Aaaaaallrighty, folks." Hannibal announced over the freighter's intercom system. Or calling behind him, depending upon where they were standing. "I'm makin' my rounds now. We'll be landin' in a minute."

Tahv was a ruined city. Had been for years; centuries even. But the treasures inside were mostly untouched. Untouched aside from roving bands of wild animals and sociopaths, tribals, and cultists. Or a combination of all three. Tahv had been a center for the Sith arts back in an era where there were Sith had arts. Paintings, statues, tapestries, brutal ceremonial assassin daggers- the whole shebang. There was bound to be a treasure trove of goods to be found.

"There's a whole lotta crazed folks runnin' around these ruins, so be careful once we're off. Stay together, all that nonsense. Any questions, ya know where I am."
 
Negative Perspiration was the name bestowed upon the vessel that the Heir now traveled within; and as the hours flew by within Hyperspace, the young man could not help but see the aptness in its title. This ship was clearly one designed for the detaining and transportation of prisoners; as evidenced by the cells that lined the cargo hold. Furthermore...it smelled like straight body order...For the entirety of the trip, Jacques pinched the fabric of his cloak up to hide his nose, thereby giving him some sort of relief from the funk which cloyed the air...but it was only a minimal reprieve at best. At long last, the vessel surged forth from the depths of Hyperspace and the pilot, Hannibal, had announced that they were on their way to the planet's surface.

The mission today was simple. Get in, dig around, find something old and magically-relavent, get out. Oh, and possibly cut through several uncivilized persons along the way. For the one who called himself the Heir, this was not particularly too challenging of a job...but then again, he had yet to be exposed to any fanatical cultists. Well...aside from those who had created him.

"No questions, just let me off this karking thing." he said, the stench finally getting to him.

@[member="Hannibal Oryen"].
 
Arthos ha no illusions about the nature of this visit, nor his partners in the affair. He did however have a great interest in the idea of Sith arts. Even if all he found were trinkets of the glorious past he would be pleased, and perhaps he would even find a true treasure. The Sith of the present could learn much from them he felt. The Sith code seemed to be a byword as always, but its true meaning forgotten by the vast majority in their struggle for greater powers. One day he would teach them the errors of their way, or perhaps they would learn.

He wore a rather loose black robe over his armor. The robe's hood was held up by its attached mask which would make identifying him difficult. As was he had little desire to come with the group, but he did realize the dangers in coming here alone. As such he found himself with what seem a rather assorted group for this adventure, and as the ship's ramp lowered he was only too happy to began.

@[member="Jacques Cavill"]@[member="Hannibal Oryen"]
 
Vorhi smirked absentmindedly. The other two seemed like "high-class" types, roe the type to fund this kind of an expedition rather than go on one. But hey, it took all kinds on hunts for shiny rocks. he figured that he might either get some interesting relics for himself, or for the seekers. Either way, it'd be a blast. Yeah, admittedly, this ship was a paddy-wagon, but it had room enough for Pahkasika-his hover-bike, and that was what really mattered. he smiled warmly.

He nodded and returned a reply. "No worries. Crazy people tend to follow me around a bit anyhow," he said with a laugh as he whistled a light tune. Honestly, it was always nice to go on a dig, even if he couldn't use the Haamu. He nodded to his companions and smiled. "So then, you lot ready to do some delving?"

@[member="Hannibal Oryen"] @[member="Jacques Cavill"] @[member="Arthos Vynea"]
 
The Admiralty
Codex Judge
Jared sat in a chair behind the bounty hunter. Through his contacts he had found out the man was searching for people to go on an expedition. Ever since he had been promoted to his new position by the Grand Admiral, he ached to go out into the universe and explore a bit. Get a way from the dusty papers and such. And now was the time. They would scourge the City of Tahv for any valuables, his intel suggested it would be a bit dangerous. But Jared was not worried, these men seemed to know what they were doing so all would be fine.

Besides, he had also brought with him a small detachment of troops, loyal only to him. Veterans and warriors of a kind, they knew their business and would protect their leader if necessary.

"Gavon, make sure the men are ready for departure." The man saluted and left for the hanger to check on the troops.

Jared had saved Gavon during a mission went wrong. Healed and patched him up, good as new. Ever since that day, the man followed the Lord Admiral wherever necessary.

"Tell me, Oryen. Your message was not very specific. What kind of treasure are we talking about?"

@[member="Vorhi Alestrani"] @[member="Arthos Vynea"] @[member="Jacques Cavill"] @[member="Hannibal Oryen"]
 
@[member="Jared Ovmar"] | @[member="Vorhi Alestrani"] | @[member="Arthos Vynea"] | @[member="Jacques Cavill"]

"Why, I'm glad you asked." Hannibal replied to Jared over the ship's intercom. "What we're lookin' at here is mostly artsy stuff. That's what Tahv was best known for, dig?"

Hannibal paused, scanning over the crumbled city as his freighter soared over it, looking for someplace to land. He could see movement, just barely. It looked like a variety of things. Animals of a vast assortment of shapes and sizes. Some seemed more humanoid than others, but that was probably a trick of the light. Hannibal hadn't really thought there were going to be any crazed cultists. This place had been abandoned for centuries. No way anyone had survived here for that long, or visited for any purpose other than... Well, pillaging. Total nonsense.

"Basically, the name 'a the game is artwork. Sculptures, paintings, literature, metalwork, jewelry... Anything that looks antique and Sith-y, really. Could probably sell a rock from this place if ya pitched it th' right way. However, I gotta specific tomb in mind. I'll tell ya when we hit the ground."

Hannibal eventually discerned a reasonable landing zone, setting the freighter down on what may or may not have been a small square before the city had been razed. Buildings in various stages of advanced ruination flanked them. Hopefully this was a safe enough spot to leave his ship parked. Then again, it wasn't as if any spear-toting savage could crack the security codes Hannibal had personally installed on his ship. Hannibal rose from his seat, exitting the cockpit and making his way into the area his passengers were waiting in. With a mental command as endowed by his PsiCom interface, the boarding ramp already began to descend as he entered.

"C'mon, folks. Times 'a wastin'." He said, casually leading the way out.
 
At long last, the freighter began its final descent to the earth below and ultimately came to a halt with a solid thud. Once the engines had quieted to silence and the ramp fully extended, the individual leading the daring escapade led the way off the sordid vessel and onto the world of Tahv. The young heir was only two steps behind this man, for he was beyond eager to be liberated from the loathesome stench which characterized the freighter. As his footsteps sounded upon the ramp, the fresh air came as a welcome greeting for the young man; and straightway his demeanor improved.

"Crypt diving...sounds good to me," he commented, finally reaching the bottom of the ramp, "any information on who that Crypt belonged to? Ancient Sith perhaps?"

@[member="Hannibal Oryen"].
 
Arthos remained silent as he followed behind the group watching the horizon as he listened. His sniper rifle was slung around his shoulder, his blaster pistol, and sabers were hidden under his robe. These days people seemed so anxious to engage in melee combat, or pistols even, but not Arthos. He enjoyed killing prey that didn't even know it was coming. Not that he didn't come prepared for melee, or short ranged combat, he just preferred an unfair fight in his advantage.

The talk of Sith art intrigued him greatly, though he was less about the selling it part, and more about the artifacts themselves. He doubted anything of value would be find down here, but he was damn well willing to try. Even just the art would have high value to him, and perhaps maybe someone else he knew. Either way he was leaving here with something.

@[member="Jacques Cavill"], @[member="Hannibal Oryen"], @[member="Jared Ovmar"], @[member="Vorhi Alestrani"]
 
Vorhi tried not to laugh too hard. "Don't worry, there'll be plenty of interesting things, I'm certain," he said with a chuckle. He looked over to the leader of this ramshackle bunch. "Skinny dude's got the right question, I suppose," He said with a nod to Jax. "There a name on this tomb with a view?" The kooky old kid with a love for shiny rocks smiled as he looked around.

He took in a deep breath of the planet's air. Kesh was weird, but nice. A pretty planet. Lot's of purple people and other things. He smiled warmly. "This place actually had one of the few planets where a Sith state-sponsored cult was independently established. The Sith have a great deal of history here. I know that much," he mused dryly as he looked at his compatriots on the ground.

@[member="Arthos Vynea"]@[member="Hannibal Oryen"]@[member="Jacques Cavill"]@[member="Jared Ovmar"]
 
@[member="Jared Ovmar"] | @[member="Vorhi Alestrani"] | @[member="Arthos Vynea"] | @[member="Jacques Cavill"]

"The name of the game is Tura Sanga." Hannibal announced, about-facing once he was one the ground so he could address the crew. They were flanked on all sides by buildings that were still in the process of crumbling. There might have been a fountain or some benches here a millennial ago, but any signs of them were destroyed by time and unrecognizable in the rubble. Behind Hannibal, the street that led from the plaza deeper into the city could be seen. Similarly littered with rubble and debris.

"The-"

Hannibal was interrupted by an ear-piercing shriek that came from somewhere deeper in the ruined city. It didn't sound like any humanoid creature Hannibal knew of. A wild animal defending its territory perhaps. It sent a chill down Hannibal's spine, but he wasn't one to give into those kinds of emotions. He stifled any discomfort or worry and returned his attention to the group. Whatever it was, it was probably inconsequential.

"...Anyways, the tomb is about a click or so from 'ere. You're all sharp enough, you'll notice the mausoleum when ya see it. Sith like to make these kindsa things distinct. And sturdy- thing was still standing if I could see it right. She was a famous sculptor and glassworker. Entombed with a whole mess of her works. I also 'ear tell that some other artist-folks liked to pay tribute to 'er for good luck and left their own stuff in the tomb as well."
 

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