Prakith, Deep Core
The trip had been mostly uneventful, mostly spent studying the information Katara had shared on their destination with her companions to better prepare them for whatever surprises Prakith had to offer. The dossier had been limited, for the fact of the matter was that even the most learned of Sith historians had little to share with regards to the ancient world. Legends and rumors were all they had to go by. Stories that spoke of the giants that once called the planet home. What did concern her was the fact that some stories used the term metaphorically, while others seemed to be leaning towards a more literal interpretation. Which was why she had opted to bring two Sith with her, better to come prepared for the worst, rather than be caught out by it.
As the ship touched down, a hundred feet or so from the temple that had at one time or another played home to Jedi and Sith alike, she could feel the Force in the very air. The Force pulsed here, calling her in, but also warning her to flee. Pressing a button to activate the ship's comms, she sent a message to the others, who like her had spent much of the flight in their own private suites aboard the yacht.
"We are here."
The simple message was all they needed, if they even needed that. They would have sensed their arrival just as she had, and were likely ready to begin. Clipping on her blades to the waist of her outfit, she began making her way to the ship's ramp, descending onto the planet's surface, where she waited for her companions.
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