Soliath Devin Talith
Family Man
Soliael sat within the cockpit of his small blackbird the blue lines of hyperspace streaking by him. He had his eyes closed, the orange orbs in his skull hidden behind his eyelids. The cockpit of this reconnaissance craft was small, almost tiny. Soliael had been stuck inside it for nearly a day and a half now with no chance to stretch his legs and no chance to move about. Thankfully it had some small amenities that one needed for living, but other than that the ship was rather bare bones.
Suddenly a small beep erupted from the panel in front of him. Soliael immediately snapped his eyes open. At the exact same time the Blackbird tumbled out of hyperspace. The stealth ships matte black paint matched the stars around it almost exactly, its black engine drives pushing it forward as momentum carried it even faster.
The Blackbird cut through space quickly, like a lightsaber through flesh. Soliael let out a small sigh of relief as he spotted the blue terrestrial world before him. The Planet was Tython, notoriously difficult to get to. Soliael had found the hyperlanes he needed to get here through his fathers records. Moridin had once trained here as a child, and as always he had kept meticulous notes on where everything was. With his fathers help Soliael had found Tython, and with it the key to a question he had been plagued with for some months now.
Tython unlike many Jedi worlds had a darker side. Eons ago the world had been occupied by a Sith, one who was well versed in alchemy and Sith Sorcery, one who was now long dead. Of course any trace of the Sith herself had been long wiped away, her holocron taken to the Sith Empire Archives, her body completely destroyed, and her work likely destroyed. One thing however remained, her fortress itself.
The deep black citadel that had been erected on Tython so long ago. The Citadel was no little more than dust itself. The tower gone and its bigger buildings fallen into ruin. Below it however was a different story. More often than not Sith worked underground, and Soliael was willing to bet that this one was much the same.
So with a purpose Soliael pushed the throttle on his Blackbird forward, pressing the ship into the atmosphere of Tython and towards the southern pole.
Suddenly a small beep erupted from the panel in front of him. Soliael immediately snapped his eyes open. At the exact same time the Blackbird tumbled out of hyperspace. The stealth ships matte black paint matched the stars around it almost exactly, its black engine drives pushing it forward as momentum carried it even faster.
The Blackbird cut through space quickly, like a lightsaber through flesh. Soliael let out a small sigh of relief as he spotted the blue terrestrial world before him. The Planet was Tython, notoriously difficult to get to. Soliael had found the hyperlanes he needed to get here through his fathers records. Moridin had once trained here as a child, and as always he had kept meticulous notes on where everything was. With his fathers help Soliael had found Tython, and with it the key to a question he had been plagued with for some months now.
Tython unlike many Jedi worlds had a darker side. Eons ago the world had been occupied by a Sith, one who was well versed in alchemy and Sith Sorcery, one who was now long dead. Of course any trace of the Sith herself had been long wiped away, her holocron taken to the Sith Empire Archives, her body completely destroyed, and her work likely destroyed. One thing however remained, her fortress itself.
The deep black citadel that had been erected on Tython so long ago. The Citadel was no little more than dust itself. The tower gone and its bigger buildings fallen into ruin. Below it however was a different story. More often than not Sith worked underground, and Soliael was willing to bet that this one was much the same.
So with a purpose Soliael pushed the throttle on his Blackbird forward, pressing the ship into the atmosphere of Tython and towards the southern pole.