Private Where All Paths Lead | Forest Moon of Endor

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Forest Moon of Endor
Tags: Aris Noble

NK-Witell-class Freighter, 0A-155, Songbird (lightsaber), Vibrosword
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To any who were well-educated in the history of the Sith, many would know that the it had a long standing history steeped in the darkside. The Great Temple, which had stood for thousands of years, was constructed in and age now past by the Massassi, a subspecies of the original Sith. Dark things of great power lie dormant under the foliage, power that sent out whispers to lure in the hungry. It was not uncommon to find ambitious young Sith or disillusioned Jedi exiles stalking the dark corners of the Forest Moon, eager to claim something that may further their designs. Many would find death out here, claimed by the inhospitable ecosystem that had been forged by the Force itself to keep lingering darkness at bay.

Seven, to her credit, did not harbor such ambitions. One could even say that she had a hatred of power and those who sought it. In that manner she was different from others who would come to this place.

There would be no claiming, only destroying.

The Evereni stood before the large sealed door of a yet uncharted ruin, half consumed by the roots and vines of the large tree that sat above it. Large stone doors the size of light-freighters barred entry, the grain worn down and infested with mosses and overgrowth. A small gap was present between the two giant slabs, one which could not be seen through. An indication of the pitch-darkness that lie within. There was a dark hum in the air, the sort that sent chills down the spine. Something sinister whispered sweet nothings on the breeze, a call to any who are desperate and week to come claim power for themselves.

It did not know it was luring in it's doom. It was only a matter of finding a way to breech the entrance so that she could find the accursed thing and wipe it off the face of the galaxy.