Beneath

[SunWukong]

Dantooine is a tranquil place of farmers and tired scholars, even the few warriors who set foot on this planet were quick to be overcome by the pleasantness of the grasslands. Many Jedi came to this place to seeking naught but healing; they sat beside the lakes and meditated before the crystalline lakes. Others came here as part of their training whilst building their very own lightsaber, as they search for, or perhaps are chosen by, the right kind of crystal.

Thus, she couldn't help but to feel extremely out of place amidst the peace of the Jedi Outpost. For it has been years since Cassandra could last rest properly, and she has already found her crystal in the nostalgic past. She had come to this planet with a different goal, and one that weighted heavily on her chest.

For she had come to hunt the devil itself.

But she did not believe in devils. She only believed in people and their outstanding capabilities of doing horrible things. Some would quickly show regret and pain for the acts. Others would never, preferring to remain trapped in their illusions of righteousness, entitlement or pure insanity. Little did it matter. Tython had burned and her target was responsible for it. She did not know if the people who had instructed her to seek this man believed him to be a devil. She wouldn't blame them if they did. Children and civilians had died that day. People whose lives had nothing to do with the squabbling of Sith and Jedi. She wanted justice. She wanted to know why. And she hoped to achieve this without harming Alexander. "He is just incredibly lost," she thought to herself as the transport landed on Dantooine. "Maybe he can see the light."

The Force was calm and peacefully in Dantooine. It was vibrant with wildlife and populated with thoughts of hardworking people who had experienced real hardships, but were nonetheless spared from the greater horrors that hide in the galaxy. However, something was hiding amidst all this calmness. A slim line of thought so well hidden that most Knights would miss it. Corruption. Chaos. Hatred. A mixed bag of dangerous feelings. Dangerous, but well hidden. Well hidden, but powerfully enough to make Cassandra's brain scratch in an unsettling way. "He is here," she thought as her mind started to become increasingly aware of this weird presence. "And quite annoying." She jokingly stated to herself as the brain-itch became increasingly unsettling. She casted these weird feelings aside with ease, focusing on the task at hand. She toned her senses down, narrowing them so she could focus on the task with relative ease, and then she vanished. Just like that. Cassandra was a ghost when she wanted to be one, and some could potentially miss her even if they were staring directly onto her eyes.

4 HOURS LATER
Cassandra had spent the last hour investigating the Exiled Knight's whereabouts. She had questioned locals, followed trails, solved strange patterns, consulted the Force more than once and it all pointed out to this weird door.

Yes. A door. How extremely convenient.

The door was a gigantic piece of stone that was moved by weirdly ancient mechanism. Carved upon the entablature were weird letters from a tongue Cassandra could not read. The place reeked darkness and smelled like feces. Beyond it a large and dark corridor of dark stone extended seemingly forever, it's length obfuscated by the pitch darkness within. Cassandra believe this could be either the entrance to a large, ancient underground complex or it could also be the ruin from an ancient building that slowly sank beneath the sand of time, she had no way to be sure. Cassandra had thought about taking a light source with her, but this would alert her presence to Alexander and whatever beasts might be hidden within. Thus, she just allowed her eyes to close and the Force to overtake her senses, and plunged within the darkness.

 

[Raydo]

Alex stood in the open cavern. The walls were worked stone, this place had been carved out of the the mountain side, man made. Alex had known this for months, when he first started discovering the ruins of an old temple in the mountain side. He wasn't sure how deep the caves went, but he was fairly certain he hadn't scratched the service of the ancient Jedi Ruins.

He sat staring at one wall in particular, a set of carvings that seemed older than the Jedi Ruins he had found. They fascinated him. He picked up the notebook and pencil sitting in his lap and jotted down some thoughts.

The cavern was 50 feet by 40 feet, with a ceiling. that stretched up at least 25 feet. Several lights illuminated the open room. In one of the darker corners sat his cot and trunk where he kept what few belongings he had, including his lightsaber.

Alex put the pencil back down and stared at the wall once again, letting his mind wander.