As the trio crossed the threshold of the Spire, it was becoming ever more clear that they were walking directly into the gaping maw of a power that was far beyond anything any of them had ever experienced before. Aska had select few encounters with Sith in the past but each and every one had usually resulted in a dark shadow that would preside over her for many days, months even in some cases such as the ancient holocron she had once possessed. This spire, this tomb perhaps, loomed over them all and openly declared that it may just yet be the most traumatizing experience of the sort she had yet to face.
The doors would swing shut slowly behind them, sealing them inside with a loud rumble and ensuring that whatever lay ahead was their only choice, their only way forward and only way out. Needless to say, the clone was certainly not impressed.
”Oh, sure. Because this entire fucking planet isn’t cliche enough,” Aska groaned upon realizing that they were trapped. Shaking her head, a scowl forming across her face, the clone held her lightsaber ahead of her to further illuminate the shadowy corridor before them. To each side at measured intervals, columns rose to the vaulted ceiling though no such ceiling could be seen as they remained masked in absolute darkness, the lights fitted to each only able to illuminate the space close to the ground. These would continue the length of the corridor until finally it would reach a massive black door, no doubt leading them into the main chamber and likely the method of travelling upwards to it’s peak.
”Every damn inch of me is telling me to turn around and go back to the ship,” Asma muttered, though still continuing forward despite her comment. It didn't seem to matter how many times she dealt with the Sith, they were forever a blight on both her well being and her sanity.
The voice both boomingly echoed around the clone and within her own skull, causing her to be unsure if it was even real. Coming to a halt, a look of panic expressed, she would look between both Aden and Covax to see if she was the only one hearing this. It wouldn’t be the first time; her old holocron had often whispered in her ear as she slept. Perhaps there was something here, in this spire, that held similar abilities.
The doors would swing shut slowly behind them, sealing them inside with a loud rumble and ensuring that whatever lay ahead was their only choice, their only way forward and only way out. Needless to say, the clone was certainly not impressed.
”Oh, sure. Because this entire fucking planet isn’t cliche enough,” Aska groaned upon realizing that they were trapped. Shaking her head, a scowl forming across her face, the clone held her lightsaber ahead of her to further illuminate the shadowy corridor before them. To each side at measured intervals, columns rose to the vaulted ceiling though no such ceiling could be seen as they remained masked in absolute darkness, the lights fitted to each only able to illuminate the space close to the ground. These would continue the length of the corridor until finally it would reach a massive black door, no doubt leading them into the main chamber and likely the method of travelling upwards to it’s peak.
”Every damn inch of me is telling me to turn around and go back to the ship,” Asma muttered, though still continuing forward despite her comment. It didn't seem to matter how many times she dealt with the Sith, they were forever a blight on both her well being and her sanity.
”Then perhaps… You should listen,”
The voice both boomingly echoed around the clone and within her own skull, causing her to be unsure if it was even real. Coming to a halt, a look of panic expressed, she would look between both Aden and Covax to see if she was the only one hearing this. It wouldn’t be the first time; her old holocron had often whispered in her ear as she slept. Perhaps there was something here, in this spire, that held similar abilities.