The Tombs of Lords Past [Closed]

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Do'Rak looked down at the slave he had stabbed with his new lightsaber and then at the sword the slave originally used. The slave pen looked a lot like a prison, no windows, bleak metal surroundings. A smile drew on the acolyte's face as he looked at his armor that was not even nicked by the blade of his beaten opponent. The slave put up an okay fight, but it was worthless as Do'Rak was far more experienced and better equipped. He inspected the ignited blade of his lightsaber. For so long the Korun used nothing, but a meager vibroblade balanced to feel like a lightsaber. Now he had a real weapon and a new armor set to go along with it. Do'Rak however, was finished practicing in his new heavy armor. The feel of it had an almost internal connection with him, as if he was made to wear the armor. Perhaps it was the craftsmanship or just Do'Rak's mentality meshing with the armor. Looking down at the slave wearing scraps with a large stab through his chest, the acolyte walked away headed towards the door he entered in.

 

[Kingfisher]

Corran was whistling again. The new Acolyte certainly thought a lot of himself. Of course that was most likely the result of a mental disorder that would probably have him back in a state of anger and agitation (perhaps somewhat more becoming of a Sith) within the next few days. Regardless, right now he felt he could take on the whole Jedi Order himself. Fortunately that wasn't quite what he had planned. Not yet at least. At the moment, Corran was on his way to the Valley of the Dark Lords. All he needed was someone who would go with him. He had to resist the urge to go alone, knowing deep down that that would be suicidal. Suddenly Corran stopped whistling and looked around like a trapped animal. He could hear fighting coming from up ahead. The sounds of fighting were drawing closer, the Jedi were clo-- Oh right, he thought. Suddenly remembering his proximity to the slave pens, and how many Acolytes chose to use them for sparring practice. Corran regained his composure and walked down the hall towards the entrance.

The young Acolyte took a moment to make sure his mind was clear, as clear as he could get it at least, before entering the room.

He saw another Acolyte walking towards him, behind the man lay the body of a slave. Any other day Corran would likely have felt no emotion at the sight, today though was one of the days he would. "Such a waste." He said remorsefully, glancing at the corpse and shaking his head. "Anyhow, it's not him I came to see, but you; Acolyte Do'Rak." Corran was surprised he could remember the mans name, but regardless, he hadn't really come specifically for this Acolyte. Do'Rak would however do just fine. "You see, I'm going into the tomb of Tulak Hord. I was curious if you would be interested in coming with me?" Corran spoke softly, his native Fondoran accent coming out clear. He knew it would only be a matter of time before his control over himself began slipping. He laughed inwardly, for some reason that seemed to bother some people so much.

 

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As Do'Rak headed for the exit he was approached by another acolyte. While the Korun did not recognize him, the acolyte recognized Do'Rak very plainly. Looking at his peer for a moment, he attempted to recognize the man that apparently knew him. The acolyte that stood before Do'Rak was of pale skin with brown hair, four inches shorter, and quite a bit lesser in physical build in comparison to Do'Rak's body. However, despite the best attempt he could make, Do'Rak had no recollection of the other acolyte before him. While the dark skinned acolyte attempted to size up his peer, Corran asked for some accompaniment to the tomb of Tulak Hord. Considering Do'Rak's very low knowledge of the person, he found it queer that Corran would be asking him such. Not to mention, Do'Rak sensed inner conflict within his colleague, something that puzzled him.

"Who are you," Do'Rak stated plainly after Corran finished his statement. Brushing his dreadlocks a bit, Do'Rak continued with, "I have no clue who you are. Why would I want to go to the tomb of Tulak Hord with you?"

Hmm, perhaps he seeks something the tomb, or maybe I am to be killed... again, thought the tall Sith Acolyte, This acolyte could be trouble.

 

[Kingfisher]

Corran was indignant that this man could somehow not know his name, let alone be so hesitant to enter the tomb with him. Corran wanted to remind Do'Rak that he should be happy his silly little name was remembered in the first place. Instead, Corran merely grinned, and reminded himself that Do'Rak was the only person he had come across for quite some time now. "I," Corran began. "Am Corran Hunt. Even if you have not heard of me, I have heard of you." Seen would have been a bit closer to the truth, as all Corran really knew about the man was that his face was in a holographic trainee list, along with everyone else's face. Corran had found his facial tattoos very depressing at the time.

"Now, my large friend, why you would want to come with me is a simple matter. Simply put, I'm sure we are both aware of the tomb's significance. It is said Darth Revan once visited it. Countless other Acolytes as well." Corran was quite please with his chance to display his new found knowledge of Sith history. "Even more importantly," he continued, the grin on his face almost turning into a laugh. "They also say the tomb still contains objects that are quite valuable, in addition to the prestige entering it could bring." Corran paused to let those ideas sink-in. "Now are you interested?" He asked. "Oh and I assure you I have no intention of turning on my ally." The young Acolyte said truthfully, deciding it would be nice to let Do'Rak know that up front. Betrayal seemed to be quite encouraged at times.

 

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Do'Rak was not familiar with the Name of Corran Hunt nor did he think that the tomb would bring much prestige just by entering it, but he did think that an artifact or an ancient text had some worth if found. Not to mention, Do'Rak did not sense any betrayal or deceit in the acolyte's words. Perhaps, it would be worth a look for Do'Rak as he started to come around to the idea. However, Do'Rak did not have much interesting Darth Revan or what other Acolytes were doing, just a minor curiosity as to what could be in the tomb.

"Fair enough," Do'Rak stated plainly. Realizing he did not really have a plan about entering the tomb, he deferred to Corran, "Lead the way then, I will follow." However, Do'Rak also realized that this could in fact be a trap, or at the very least, a complete waste of his time. Taking a very serious tone Do'Rak stated, "This better not be a waste of my time, and if this is a trap, I will destroy you."

 

[Kingfisher]

"Yes, yes, you can skip the pleasantries. I can guess what you'd try to do if I turn on you. Rest assured, the feeling is reciprocated." Corran said, exasperated. "Though that should be unnecessary, as I do believe this partnership will be to our mutual benefit. Now if you'll follow me, let's stop wasting time and get on with it." Motioning for Do'Rak to follow him, Corran turned and walked out the door and down the hallway in the direction of the Valley of the Dark Lords. He pulled a small self-drawn paper map out of his leather pouch and studied it for a moment as he walked. Of course, he forgot most of what he saw on the map once he stopped looking at it and put it away. But he would also soon forget he'd looked at it anyway and take it out again later.

For now though, he had set himself on the right path. A few other Acolytes were lounging around the open chamber ahead of them. Some stared as the two passed, others just continued talking amongst themselves. Corran glanced at each of them, wondering if maybe he should have tried to find someone else to go with him instead, before speaking again to Do'Rak. "The entrance to the Valley's just up there." He pointed to a large set of doors in front of them at the opposite end of the chamber. "So how long have you been here at the Academy, anyway? Corran added.