Keepin Corellia Weird

Softly, the shii'do trekked, swathed in tight fitting black robes that carried warmers, a rebreather on his face to aid with the cold affecting his lungs. The air stung his lungs a bit, after being shut away from the environments for so long. But he had heard of the tombs on this planet, the lost artifacts. What better place to search out relics and trinkets to examine than in this ice ridden hell hole?
Ironically enough, the shape-shifter wore the countenance of Ulic Qel-Droma... It seemed to intimidate the few locals he had hired initially for transport and the like. His lightsaber, the fang of the terentatek gleaming wetly from the pommel, hung at his belt outside the robes, and goggled eyes gazed out over the landscape as he tried to discern which of these caves would be the tomb entrance.
Suddenly, he stiffened, turning, eyes sweeping wildly, his hand drifting over the hilt of his lightsaber, fluttering openly, ready to grab it. His sense had felt something out there in the snow, something much more powerful than he in the Force. Something entirely malevolent and evil. Something he was not sure he was even remotely close to approaching be able to deal with.
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