Darth Timoris
To err is human, to forgive divine. And I'm no god
Qixoni crystals. The fact that they were exceeding rare had piqued her interest and brought her to Dagobah the first time. Some said they enhanced the user’s Force Abilities – but Melori had long since written that off as wishful thinking – but there was clear evidence that it had an impact on her strength through the Force and also her blades had superior cutting power.
And her research had shown they were rare because they were created when a star in the Qixoni system went supernova and consumed a planet. Only usable by those that used the Dark-side of the Force, she’d managed to track down a crystal mine on Dagobah. One she’d returned to once before, and now a second time.
They were headed for the famed Dark-Side Cave.
So now they sat on a shuttle that was making its way to the planet's surface. Two squads of troopers accompanied them – the planet was home to some particularly nasty creatures. And given even the small shuttle they were on couldn’t land that close to the cave – given the dense canopy of the swamp – they would have to travel a couple of kilometres on foot to reach their destination.
She glanced around the shuttle. Besides her Acolyte were the eighteen troopers, elite and hand-picked. She suspected she’d know a lot more about her Apprentice before the mission was over – and they’d know a lot more about themselves – given what the place was capable of. Strong in the Dark-side, inside it Force-Users would typically face whatever fear they took into it – often an answer to a question they sought. Invariably you left a different person to the one that entered.
But then the Sith thrived on fear — so what could possibly go wrong?
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