...Outpost Resh, Southern Dathomir... | ...1953 hours...
A wind kicked up and swirled dust and sand across the craggy surface, lightly lit in the red light that bathed much of the planet. There was little one could hear over the howl of the wind, twisting and whining through the rocky spires and valleys between them. The landscape was jagged and twisted, as were the planet's inhabitants by popular opinion, and though the climate was surprisingly comfortable, any visitors could feel the darkness lurking deeper within. Zactar held a brown hooded robe tightly closed around him, protecting him from the battering of the sands. He marched doggedly on to the dimly lit bunker entrance in the distance, hoping no one, nightbrothers or otherwise, was nearby. He really didn't have the clearances to be here but hearing of the ruins contained within drove him beyond his better judgment. It was a curiosity for magic and alchemy that drove him to the Sith to begin with, and if there was anywhere he would find the answers he sought, it would be here: deep in Dathomir. If nothing else, it would be a suitable place to further ponder the mysteries of the Force and tap into the unknown, he hoped.
The exterior blast doors of the bunker were left open with abandoned crates still strewn about the entrance, and the interior doors were firmly closed ahead with a glowing pad to their right. With the sweep of his left hand, Zactar reached out through the Force and formed a telekinetic grip around the door, sliding it partially open and similarly lifting a nearby crate and floating it into position to lodge the door open with his right hand. Thankfully the state of the glowing pad to the right didn't appear to change, so Zack assumed some modicum of safety and stepped on and over the crate and into the ruins. A breath of the musty air and absence of footprints told him this place hadn't been visited in quite some time, but he wasn't looking for company. Quite the opposite, in fact. He started in further, one hand on the lightsaber at his belt as his eyes shifted around the stone caverns and ledges within.
D e e p e r . . . , something called to him, beckoning him further into the ruins, daring him to follow. He had to find some answers here.
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