Velok the Younger
When I Was A Young Warthog
MALACHOR V
"It irritates me that this world exists, Nyra."
They'd just disembarked from Velok's Santhe shuttlecraft. Now the broken landscape of Malachor stretched out before them, canyons festooned with dismal plant life. Scaled things shuffled in the crevices.
"This planet was destroyed, and like many others it was rebuilt before the Dark Age, by forces and agencies unknown. It remains a wound in the Force, to be sure, but the rebuilding was so high-handed, so...dispassionate. No respect for what it meant when this world was sacrificed. Some things should not be undone. Let alone defiled."
He whuffled in irritation and walked toward the Malachor Jedi Temple, the one that the Silvers had just spent so long building. But Grandmaster Heavenshield had ordered a complete withdrawal from the Sith worlds, and the Malachor Temple had been the utter lynchpin of that presence. Velok had little hope of finding anything transcendent. The Silvers were nothing if not acquisitive, possessive of their trinkets and toys: in withdrawing, they would have taken everything. But one could always find value in a Jedi Temple if one was willing to dig far enough.
Behind him came half a dozen Tyuksleen, large four-legged reptiles. They hissed in hunger.
[member="Nyra Mazul"]
"It irritates me that this world exists, Nyra."
They'd just disembarked from Velok's Santhe shuttlecraft. Now the broken landscape of Malachor stretched out before them, canyons festooned with dismal plant life. Scaled things shuffled in the crevices.
"This planet was destroyed, and like many others it was rebuilt before the Dark Age, by forces and agencies unknown. It remains a wound in the Force, to be sure, but the rebuilding was so high-handed, so...dispassionate. No respect for what it meant when this world was sacrificed. Some things should not be undone. Let alone defiled."
He whuffled in irritation and walked toward the Malachor Jedi Temple, the one that the Silvers had just spent so long building. But Grandmaster Heavenshield had ordered a complete withdrawal from the Sith worlds, and the Malachor Temple had been the utter lynchpin of that presence. Velok had little hope of finding anything transcendent. The Silvers were nothing if not acquisitive, possessive of their trinkets and toys: in withdrawing, they would have taken everything. But one could always find value in a Jedi Temple if one was willing to dig far enough.
Behind him came half a dozen Tyuksleen, large four-legged reptiles. They hissed in hunger.
[member="Nyra Mazul"]