Xeykard
The Scales Tip


Lothal Jedi Temple
The hollowed stone spire broke awkwardly through the earth, tilted slightly to the east. The earth around it was disturbed -- from deep below it had been pulled with great force. The strength of a once-Emperor was difficult to measure, but the devastated surroundings of the ancient temple were sign enough of Carnifex's power.
Yet, it had been a long time since the Empire's arrival here. No one had touched the place in many years. The Bryn'adûl had likely been disinterested upon their conquest here, but prior to that the Sith had laid waste to this world.
Xeykard had no material reason for being here. What few resettlement attempts there had been on Lothal had already been bullied into submission by his forces, and he suspected that the temple may have already been cleared out long ago. No artifacts or holocrons would be found, and even if there were any, they were rarely of use anyways. Strength was found elsewhere.
Nonetheless, he was there, accompanied by the young Zabrak apprentice.
"It smells," Aryrene said.
Xeykard grunted and approached the entryway. It did smell. He sniffed the air, and-
"Someone's here," he said in a low growl. His saber flew to his hand. Something about this place made his senses a haze, but the Inquisitor was a hunter at heart, and he sensed another nearby.
"Follow." As he growled the order, he quashed his own presence, masking himself. Carefully, he advanced into the temple.