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The dug grunted as the hooded man tossed a credit stick at him in payment for his services. He certainly paid well but the lightsaber on his belt led the dug to believe that whatever he was getting out of this trade wasn't quite worth it... But then it was suicide to challenge a Jedi, he should have been satisfied that the man had deigned to pay him at all. He nodded his head in respect for what was no doubt a hero of their great alliance and drove away, leaving the Jedi on the outskirts of town. Whatever business the man had in the wilds was no concern of the dug's... He just wanted to get back home to feed his kid.
Lecchamemnon waited patiently for the sound of the taxi's guttering engine to fade before striking out into the wilderness, not needing the locator beacon strapped to his wrist to know where he was going. The force guided him and he followed where it led, treading the path he had seen in his vision. There was something of value here in these woods on Malastare, something ancient that had been forgotten long ago. His dreaming had been dark and filled with horror, so he assumed that what awaited him here was also evil.
He was here to uncover the dark side, which was the only reason he went anywhere. What he'd do when he found it should have been obvious to anyone. Should have been.
After many hours of hiking through the forests of Malastare the former grandmaster of the Jedi stopped, closed his eyes and waited. The force swirled about him, well used to being channeled through his powerful form in ways few other life forms could even imagine. He was close. Looking around himself there was only one item of interest: A mossy boulder jutting from the loamy earth in front of him. Lifting it with a thought and casting it aside Lecchamemnon was pleased to find that he'd revealed a passageway crafted of off-world marble. A brief examination, both of the physical find and of the aura surrounding it told him what he was likely dealing with, though he found it hard quite to believe that such an ancient thing had simply been hiding beneath an oversized rock for countless thousands of years. He had found a fragment of the Infinite Empire, an evil government that was one of the main precursors to the Old Republic. The archaeologist in him marveled at the handiwork - the intricate carvings in the arch of the opening, the subtle force-inlaid warnings to steer clear of this place... It was a thing of great beauty.
And yet it was not what the force had called him here to find. There was something else, something of greater worth hidden in this passage that he was destined to find here. The force willed him on and he obliged, not needing the light of day to see as he passed into the inky black of the underground Rakatan citadel. Were he a younger man no doubt his heart would have pounded, he might even have felt a flicker of fear... But he was no young anymore. Lecchamemnon had stared long and hard into the abyss, and smiled as it gazed back at him. There was little in this Galaxy that threatened him, though this was part of his reason for coming in the first place.
He was hunting for a challenge, seeking a way to further hone his mind and body. Simply wandering was not enough, he was growing complacent and that was dangerous. The force, it seemed, had heard his call - it directed him here, to a nightmare long since forgotten by the Galaxy at large. He smiled as he descended further into the bowels, his pace calm and leisurely even here. The force around him reeked of the dark side and he had no doubt that there were going to be... Tests... Down here with him. Whether they be force-altered animals or dread apparitions he had no way of knowing, all he hoped was that they would prove more than a moment's work. Over the decades Lecchamemnon had grown bitter and cynical, he wasn't sure if anything in this Galaxy even had the nerve to kill him anymore.
Then again, the Rakatans had been a brutal and powerful civilisation. Perhaps he had met his match in this forgotten shadow of the past. His smile widened at the thought of his inglorious death in a glorified crypt: He had to concede that it would almost fit. His fortunes had never been good anyway. As he continued he began to sense something all around him, both from above and below. Was there someone approaching the cave entrance above? What awaited him below?
The rogue passed through the deep places of the world, venturing deeper and deeper into a tale that was best left untold.
The dug grunted as the hooded man tossed a credit stick at him in payment for his services. He certainly paid well but the lightsaber on his belt led the dug to believe that whatever he was getting out of this trade wasn't quite worth it... But then it was suicide to challenge a Jedi, he should have been satisfied that the man had deigned to pay him at all. He nodded his head in respect for what was no doubt a hero of their great alliance and drove away, leaving the Jedi on the outskirts of town. Whatever business the man had in the wilds was no concern of the dug's... He just wanted to get back home to feed his kid.
Lecchamemnon waited patiently for the sound of the taxi's guttering engine to fade before striking out into the wilderness, not needing the locator beacon strapped to his wrist to know where he was going. The force guided him and he followed where it led, treading the path he had seen in his vision. There was something of value here in these woods on Malastare, something ancient that had been forgotten long ago. His dreaming had been dark and filled with horror, so he assumed that what awaited him here was also evil.
He was here to uncover the dark side, which was the only reason he went anywhere. What he'd do when he found it should have been obvious to anyone. Should have been.
After many hours of hiking through the forests of Malastare the former grandmaster of the Jedi stopped, closed his eyes and waited. The force swirled about him, well used to being channeled through his powerful form in ways few other life forms could even imagine. He was close. Looking around himself there was only one item of interest: A mossy boulder jutting from the loamy earth in front of him. Lifting it with a thought and casting it aside Lecchamemnon was pleased to find that he'd revealed a passageway crafted of off-world marble. A brief examination, both of the physical find and of the aura surrounding it told him what he was likely dealing with, though he found it hard quite to believe that such an ancient thing had simply been hiding beneath an oversized rock for countless thousands of years. He had found a fragment of the Infinite Empire, an evil government that was one of the main precursors to the Old Republic. The archaeologist in him marveled at the handiwork - the intricate carvings in the arch of the opening, the subtle force-inlaid warnings to steer clear of this place... It was a thing of great beauty.
And yet it was not what the force had called him here to find. There was something else, something of greater worth hidden in this passage that he was destined to find here. The force willed him on and he obliged, not needing the light of day to see as he passed into the inky black of the underground Rakatan citadel. Were he a younger man no doubt his heart would have pounded, he might even have felt a flicker of fear... But he was no young anymore. Lecchamemnon had stared long and hard into the abyss, and smiled as it gazed back at him. There was little in this Galaxy that threatened him, though this was part of his reason for coming in the first place.
He was hunting for a challenge, seeking a way to further hone his mind and body. Simply wandering was not enough, he was growing complacent and that was dangerous. The force, it seemed, had heard his call - it directed him here, to a nightmare long since forgotten by the Galaxy at large. He smiled as he descended further into the bowels, his pace calm and leisurely even here. The force around him reeked of the dark side and he had no doubt that there were going to be... Tests... Down here with him. Whether they be force-altered animals or dread apparitions he had no way of knowing, all he hoped was that they would prove more than a moment's work. Over the decades Lecchamemnon had grown bitter and cynical, he wasn't sure if anything in this Galaxy even had the nerve to kill him anymore.
Then again, the Rakatans had been a brutal and powerful civilisation. Perhaps he had met his match in this forgotten shadow of the past. His smile widened at the thought of his inglorious death in a glorified crypt: He had to concede that it would almost fit. His fortunes had never been good anyway. As he continued he began to sense something all around him, both from above and below. Was there someone approaching the cave entrance above? What awaited him below?
The rogue passed through the deep places of the world, venturing deeper and deeper into a tale that was best left untold.
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