The Fourth Moon of Yavin had seen history, for sure. That history was largely as a sith Necropolis, until the Old Empire crumbled and the jungles fell into obscrurity. It has more recently been the site of the Battle of Yavin which the Rebel Alliance destroyed Darth Sidious's grand battlestation. But that was far ahead of the era Magos Otahn was interested in. He was after the tomb of Darth Mortu, the last known site constructed on the Jungle Moon. She was a legendary prophet, who cast the Alchemy infused bones of her enemies into fire, to read the future. As a fellow fortune teller, Magos was intrigued. The Sith Lady studied under the Nightsisters of Dathomir, and had included many of their practices with her own. Though viewed a heretic by some, the Sith Eternal dearly wished to recover her skeleton, upon which her secrets where allegedly scrawled.
He now sat atop a crate on the former landing pad of those accursed rebels, watching a rattling junk freighter land nearby. Lady Mortu's tomb lay five miles away into the jungle, and the ruined base was a convenient landing strip. From here it would be a trip on foot. BG-7G chirped near his feet as he stretched and rose, ignoring the protests of his leg. Pain was a way to access the force, he reminded himself.
The freighter was crewed by a colorful Legionnaire by the name of Magnum. Assigned to him as muscle, the fellow Eternal would hopeful lighten the work load that lay ahead. Then again, he looked like a Corellian tourist in the Lake District in their holo-call a few minutes ago, so he was unsure what to expect. Turning to look at the desecrated Massassi Temple one last time he approached the junker on foot.
He now sat atop a crate on the former landing pad of those accursed rebels, watching a rattling junk freighter land nearby. Lady Mortu's tomb lay five miles away into the jungle, and the ruined base was a convenient landing strip. From here it would be a trip on foot. BG-7G chirped near his feet as he stretched and rose, ignoring the protests of his leg. Pain was a way to access the force, he reminded himself.
The freighter was crewed by a colorful Legionnaire by the name of Magnum. Assigned to him as muscle, the fellow Eternal would hopeful lighten the work load that lay ahead. Then again, he looked like a Corellian tourist in the Lake District in their holo-call a few minutes ago, so he was unsure what to expect. Turning to look at the desecrated Massassi Temple one last time he approached the junker on foot.