Private Uncovering the Abandoned Past

[Malka Kaivalya]

Location: Qiilura, above an old, abandoned Jedi Temple
Tags: Darth Ophidia
Personal Objective: Retrieve what was once mine

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It had been a decade since Malka had stepped foot off that broken, desolate rock her 'once comrades' forced her on. Left to rot, die and become a distant memory. A secret that would remain buried. However, secrets come to the surface, and fate has a terrifying and merciless way of getting you your dues. Thanks to a Dark Lord of the Sith, Darth Ophidia, she was able to bring about her decade long thirst for revenge. But, first she would need something important. Something she couldn't do battle without. She only hoped that they didn't destroy it after they left her to rot.

Standing besides the ramp that would open to show her the place she once called home, Malka thought back to everything that happened on this planet. She arrived, was taken in by the Jedi and given a place to be. She trained, learnt and became a promising Padawan. Malka chuckled, knowing that they got rid of her only for the sake of their own beliefs. She was, after all, not what she seemed. Sensing something foreign, yet familiar, Malka sent a quick message to her host. "We're close by. Set your ship to land at any open area. We'll have to walk in, in order to avoid the aerial defenses," Her voice spoke, knowing the tech those very defenses worked on were able to last years on end without frequent repairs to modifications. Made it easy to take down dangerous ships or drop ships if they were found.

Still wrapped in her black, tattered cloak, hood raised, the fallen one opened the ramp, looking down at the small peaking spires and buildings of a hidden Jedi Temple. The Temple she called home. Now, she called it nothing more than a farce of what the Jedi believed in.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Malka Kaivalya

This planet was covered in vegetation and teeming with life. If one didn't know there was a jedi temple down there, one would never expect. But it did not surprise her that those wretches had made a hold out in a place like this. She knew these places were often trapped and defended, but that experience, and Malka's guidance, would get them there in no time.

Darth Ophidia nodded to the droid piloting their ship.

Under the cover of their stygium cloaking, the droid, which Ophidia had named Darling many years ago, deftly brought the ship down some distance away from the presumed location of the temple.

"Watch the ship, Darling. Second degree procedure."

The sith lord rose from her seat and walked to the hangar bay at back of the ship, where Malka waited. The rear bay opened up with a hiss, letting the moist air rush in.

Ophidia gestured forward.

"Lead the way."

 

[Malka Kaivalya]

Location: Qiilura, above an old, abandoned Jedi Temple
Tags: Darth Ophidia
Personal Objective: Retrieve what was once mine

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Taking her first steps off that ship, and onto the ground below her feet, it felt so familiar. She had walked on this planet as one of those who dwell here. Now, she walked its ruined surface as the very thing they feared she would become. Her black tattered cloak billowed around her as the faint wind caught it in its path. Her old robes, damaged and torn across her body on full display. It was no doubt she was once a Jedi, but that was a long time ago.

"They wouldn't have destroyed it. It was too useful in battles against the Sith," Malka explained, placing her hand on a large pillar of stone by the ship. She remembered using the armor to combat against Sith Stragglers. People who would one day rebuild the old Sith Empire. Feeling around with the Force, Malka could sense this place's energy. It was bleak, and alone. Just like her. "This way," Malka stated, walking towards the main mass of the ruins.

It took a time, before Malka stopped at a large building. "This was where we would house our armor, defenses and more," Malka said, as if to herself, "What I seek is inside." As the Fallen Jedi placed her hand on the large, dense stone door, something happened. Malka turned around, to look at the building opposite her and Ophidia. Multiple droid, humanoid in design, began to walk slowly from the surrounding doorways. All of their movements were rusted, slow, yet with functionality still present. They were designed after the older Training Droids used by Sith, since they provided such good training for Knights. All had a single, lightsaber like weapon. A relic that barely functioned from their prime. "Should have guessed they would keep these active," Malka said, her hand on the door lowering, to her belt.

With a flick of her wrist, and finger, the blazing crimson ignited, casting red light across her form. "Shall I handle these?" Malka asked, her saber crossing her body.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

OOC: Sorry for the late reply. Things got hectic.

The Sith Lord followed behind the dark beacon, her eyes transfixed ahead.

Even so, her attention blanketed all things around them. Like invisible tendrils they searched and probed their surroundings, whispering back to her what they found. Qiiliura was not a planet with which she was familiar, and usually she would have done more research on her surroundings. Alas, the Force liked to test her merit with surprises such as these.

Just as she, in turn, would test others.

"Be my guest."

Darth Ophidia offered Malka a gesture of permission, as if she had been served a platter of food to devour.

And the ashen Sith watched closely. She sensed the droids, and how Malka was preparing for her attack. She sensed in their surroundings, where there would likely be further traps.

This was a well built little keep.

But it would take more than this to stand against the dark side of the Force.

Malka Kaivalya

 

[Malka Kaivalya]

Location: Qiilura, above an old, abandoned Jedi Temple
Tags: Darth Ophidia
Personal Objective: Retrieve what was once mine

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With the many old droids beginning their slow charge at the Sith and their once former Master, Malka let her ignited blade hum softly in her hand, her own steps calm as she walked to meet them. Their sabers were nothing but old practice sabers. They delivered shocks across the point of impact, making it similar to the small hovering blaster training droids that many jedi from Youngling to Master trained with. The droids all advanced, their systems telling them this wasn't to be a training session. Each of their training sabers hummed with a faint pitch of electricity; something in sharp contrast to Malka's flaming Crossguard. With seven droids totalled around her and Malka knew, even without her prize, it would be easy to destroy them all.

The first two droids attacked her front, aiming for any part they could. With a graceful and powerful movement of her right arm, both weapons strikes were deflected, the blazing plasma just shy of scorching their arm plates. Utilising the technique she had perfected on that broken moon, Malka spun herself and swung her weapon, using both the large and her two smaller guard blades to lock the training sabers. Locked together, the Fallen Jedi twisted and pulled back, the hands of both droids being severed along with the handles of each training saber. It was a technique to disarm, literally, anyone with a saber in a single hand. Malka was eager for the day she would use it one a Jedi. Both droids tried to retaliate, but a swift slash and their body's fell in two pieces from the torso's centre. The rest attacked, Malka instantly raising her left arm and closing her palmed hand into a clenched fist. The four to her left instantly fell apart, the force crushing their rusted bodies in a flash.

"Pathetic," Malka said, pitying the machines as she made use of the broken droid parts, firing them at the remaining one droid. The metal tore it open. Arms crashed off their joints, supports along its legs and torso weakened, before Malka simply raised her left hand again. Electric streaks crackled between her fingers as she cast a volley of dark and light blue lightning at the droid. Compared with most force lightning users, Malka's was a mixture of similar and far darker hues. A strange cross of blue and black Force Lightning. A side effect of the Dark Side's immense hold on her, especially someone of her origin. Being a genetic clone, who spent a decade in the expanses of space with unknown energies and forces rippling throughout it, it was obvious it had taken effect. The droid fell after only three seconds of exposure, its light that signified its active core extinguishing.

"Stand back," Malka said, extinguishing her Lightsaber and belting it before using every part of the ruined droids to form a large ball of metal. With a single hand, Malka launched it at the door, smashing it open. The lock that had kept it closed for a decade had given way. A large room with only one item inside was opened for them. Heavy dust lined the stands and shelves with only a cloth covered stand at the far corner remaining untouched by the wind now finally cast inward. The Fallen Jedi moved purposefully to the stand, recognising its shape. "Finally," she said, her hand gripping the cloth and tossing it aside. Within was a suit of battle armour. Made of Beskar, Armour Weave, Duraplast and a tattered cloth sash from its waist to ankles. Resting on top of it was a helmet, a strip of metal forming the base and a piece at the back, with the remainder being made of a void black glass. "My master piece. Finally ready for me," her voice whispered, her hand moving over the preserved and undisturbed armour. This armour would not only provide protection, but amplify her

own Force Abilities and skills. Her endurance, resilience and strength within the dark side would be made ten fold with this.

No Jedi would stand in her path now, without being cut down. She would finally, after a decade of waiting, have her revenge on ALL JEDI!

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OOC: Sorry for the Super Long hiatus. Shall we start this up again? Darth Ophidia