Ask Event Deepest Dark

[Rina Oziaf]

TEAM DOCTOR

Rina looked over her shoulder at Kyssiara (@René), blinking in confusion.

"I thought Sith was a religion. It's a language too??"

The stranger had stooped to roll the crystal toward the group, and Rina, being closest, stooped to gather it up. Lifting it to eye level, she studied its cut, faceted surface; it had an inner light that was mesmerizing, a strange magnetism that almost made her feel like...

Rina squeezed her eyes shut, then blinked rapidly as she tore her gaze away. Hearing the Doctor call to them, the Tintinna turned and held up the crystal, jogging back toward the control room.

"We've got it! Be right over!"

As she approached, Rina looked back at the stranger, her expression apologetic. Something told her that he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, and certainly hadn't expected to find armed lunatics in this place. The stranger seemed to be concentrating on something else, however...

What are you even doing here? she thought un-guardedly as she made her way back. Are you from here? are there others from the old Galaxy here, if we're actually outside it?

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[Nye]

Team Professor — Nye was disappointed with the answers he received. Apparently as far as Nye can tell, it was their own ship that caused this place to go into a panic. He wasn't sure on what to make of that. Are these people that paranoid? But paranoid of what?

Before they would set out into the room with the console, Nye would turn back to the leader. "I have just a few questions if you don't mind." Hopefully they can understand what he is about to ask.

If he would oblige he would then ask a series of questions. "Can you tell me more about this station? Does it have a name? Do you know when it was made? I also noticed this place might have faint connections with the Hutt Empire and Xim the Despot. Do you have any idea why that might be?" He wonders if those names would be recognized, but it was worth asking. This place is really curious. The more they understand about it, the better.

If the other would give at least some answers Nye would be satisfied. Regardless of if or not, he would be ready to venture onwards.

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[Alhazred]

Team Professor

Gaotha cothrom? Alhazred tilted his head slightly in confusion. The words didn't translate well, something about winds of opprotunity or something. Most likely some kind of farewell parting, or words of comfort like 'the Force be with you'. Still, it was an interesting choice of phrase.

Alhazred was pleased that as a Knight, he just helped establish peaceful relations with a new people albeit with the help of the others who found the child. It gave him hope that someday he could establish good relations between the Jedi and his species homeworld.

The young man (@The Good Doctor ) began to ask more questions. Alhazred was in the same boat, hoping to get a few more answers before they departed. If anything, to establish future relations with these people. No doubt, the professor would like to know these answers as well.

The Jedi continued to be a mental translator for everyone's questions.

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[Trodai Narat-iv-Adas]

Satisfied at seeing the droid finally succumb to the combined assault, Trodai nodded his appreciation at his enemy. A mutual sign of respect from one warrior to what he considered another. With the problem dealt with he proceeded to run and join the white haired medic and his apprentice, although halfway he ran into the mouse like species who's name he didn't know.

Seeing her with crystal, he nodded. Perhaps he had underestimated the small creature.

Standing alongside her, he decided he would be her escort back, just in case of more droids. As she thought he couldn't help but get a sense of at least some of the questions. He spoke as they made the way back "You did well, for one your size. I underestimated you."

Once back he spent a telepathic message to his apprentice, Kyssiria.

"We have the crystal, you did well. Bring the stranger to us...we shall see what he knows and how useful he can be. He refuses, remind him just what he faces of he does so. And inform the medic I need his help with a lightning burn."

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[Caerllion of Cyfnos]

Team Doctor

Caerllion smiled with pride when his efforts to shut down the coolant had worked. When he was part of the army, the Annfyn had learned some slicing knowledge. However, the system of this station was far older than what he was used to dealing with. Fortunately, it seemed that what he knew could still be applied here.

Unfortunately, his efforts ended up having lesser results due to the incompetence of the Sephi that was among them. It was no surprise, this species was so arrogant and full of themselves that it without any doubt inflated their heads to the point of leaving no space for useful thoughts.

Due to Iymril, they would need the crystal immediately. Caerllion could only sigh and wait for the others to bring it as fast as they could.

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[Iymril]

Team Doctor​

Iymril worked tirelessly on the data terminal, a countdown popped up. Iymril’s ears dipped for a moment. The grumbled to themself as they started smashing what looked like the back key repeatedly. There was a flicker of static across the screen. A message appeared in a language they didn’t understand.

BLAM

Before they could react a powerful arch of electricity leapt out from the computer and struck them in the lower abdomen. Iymril didn’t even have time to shout or yell. Their body was thrown across the room, collided with a set of defunct terminals. Smoke rose from where they’d been hit, the Sephi laid perfectly still for a moment it seemed like they weren’t breathing. Then a shallow rise and fall of their chest gave away they were alive but incapacitated.

They’d done something similar to the woman who attacked Trodai. Fate was fickle and had a sense of humor all to herself.

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Timed out. Previous roll 1/20. Punishment roll 1/20. Iym is KO’d for the event.

 

[Kaala]

Team Professor
Kaala decided that, so long as nobody had shot her, she was fine. Slowly, cautiously, she entered the room all the civilians were vacating and approached the console. She would try to redirect some power to the spire.
Roll=15
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[Theia Durand]

Her grasped tightened around the hilt of her blade, watching wordlessly as the droid tried to regroup and return to its programed duty. Slowly Theia stood up straight, her foot ready and poised to start kicking and stomping the durasteel sonovasith if it somehow managed to dramatically find some more fight in its energy cells. However, it would then collapse, quite dramatically and the girl relaxed her foot, looking up at the sith (@Akheron) who just a moment earlier exploded with the shocks. He was of course already moved on to the others who were retrieving their mystery spacer and the crystal needed for the generator.

Theia looked up when she heard the Doctor (@Nefieslab) instructing for her to return the crystal to the generator rather... urgently. "On it!" she called back, ready to turn on her heel when she heard a loud snap and banging from the control room from the dysfunctional terminal (@Apollyon). She paused looking up, but knowing they could all be toasted if there was further delay, she refocused to the task she was given. Seeing the crystal carried by the small rodent (@AutoFox), Theia met them, wasting no time to return to the generator. Remembering where their red mystery spacer had removed it, Theia returned it to its rightful place, gently setting it down it what it seemed to be a satisfying, perfect fit.

With a wave, "Its in!" Theia alerted the doctor and the hot elves in the control room before quickly climbing up the stairs to meet them and to see if their generator would start again.

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[Cipher Four]

Team Professor

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___Four set the child down as she attempted to scramble from her arms. She kneeled and set the girl's feet on the ground, then watched her scamper off weeping to her mother. The Cipher smiled as she watched the tearful, joyous reunion unfold. When the other civilians hobbled out of the building, she stood up, her eyes scanning the gathering of people.

___She still didn't properly comprehend what they were saying, but it was enough to have others who did. After all, she was a woman of action, not diplomacy. Four crossed her arms as she waited for the group to move again, stealing glances to continue silently surveying their surroundings. Things seemed peaceful for now, but that didn't mean they should all be caught unawares.

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[Azathoth]

Azathoth’s gaze grew narrow as she noticed the man staring intently at her, the darkside obvious as it swirled inside of him. For the briefest of moments she too let her own darkness loose, wondering if he was trying to communicate with her in same way she was unaccustomed.

Before she could glean any real information from him, though, the man seemed to suck all of his darkness back inside and bury it. Odd, to be sure, but Azathoth would follow suit in doing the same. Still, she would raise an eyebrow at him and tilt her head, the universal sign for “Maybe we should talk outside of earshot of these troublesome Jedi.”

As the crowd from inside the room began to disperse, Azathoth would follow the others for a moment as they started to walk in, though she would do her best to subtly head towards the person who’d been staring at her so intently just a few moments ago.

Her curiosity was piqued by him more than by anything else they’d encountered thus far, and she wouldn’t let him slip through her fingers so easily. If he had gotten her wordless message, she would follow him to somewhere more secluded, or at least far enough away from the others where they wouldn’t be noticed.

If he didn’t or didn’t seem interested in that, she would stick with the Professor and the others.

 

[Kyssiara Serket]

Team Doctor

Under normal circumstances, the mouse-like alien's (@AutoFox) shocked reaction to the Sith language would've elicited some laughter from Kyssiara. But then again, these weren't normal circumstances. The acolyte focused on the mysterious Pureblood in front of them, glad that he saw the sense to pass them the crystal.

While Rina grabbed the crystal and darted back towards the generator with it, Kyssiara felt two distinct presences brush her mind in quick succession. The first, her master (@Akheron) instructing her to bring the crystal thief back with her and requesting medical attention. Who was hurt now?? The second, surprisingly the mysterious Pureblood himself. Kyssiara opened her mind to the link, allowing his message through and maintaining the connection. "I promise you will be safe with us. Just follow me." she thought to the man.

"Hey doctor guy!" the girl called out to the white-haired medic (@Sreeya). "They need some medical attention back in the generator control room." she informed him as they ran back.

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[Rowan Allaird]

Seeing the mouse woman’s (@AutoFox )apologetic face towards the Pureblood sent a jolt of guilt through him. Was he suddenly the bad guy because he had solid aim with a blaster bolt and actually got the crystal? He was the bad guy because the pureblood was actively ready to fight them and didn’t because Rowan managed to spook him?

Whatever. Rowan sighed to himself, focusing on finding a way to drag the oversized Sephi that was down and out back to the Wildcard. He was way out of his depth here. He needed to be back in the medical bay where he belonged.

 

[Kaedan]

Kaedan had promised the people that they would return the child and they ended up doing that much sooner than he could even wished for which was great. Now all that was left was communicating with the people and finding out more about who they were and how their technology may be able to help him and those on the expedition get back home.

The young knight listened to the questions of those around him. He was still pretty cautious though. There was still a dark side user among them. There was hope that the light vs dark battle wouldn't be much of a problem here. There was an idea of peace even with those with different beliefs and philosophies. For now, all he could do was wait and try to feel things out with the force.

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[The Gatekeeper]

Team Professor

@The Good Doctor @Charndley @Interdictor @StephDLegend @Narzen @Logan @Laskt @Remileah
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The Professor and Nye had the same idea - both of them approaching the unofficial leader of the locals as they were directing their people to leave the generator control room and head back to their work in the market itself. Situation diffused but there was still some tension around the large hanger. Some of the locals were eying up the shuttle that they had arrived in - as though it was the most advanced thing they had ever seen in their lives. Still, the leader turned to Nye and the Professor, nodding slightly to Alhazred hovering in the background.

"Je'daii. Cara de Je'daii."

There was a second or two of a delay, where the leader watched and listened as the group spoke in Basic before the telepathy caught up and translated. It unnerved the local, by the looks of things, but they said nothing about it until they were able to process the questions. Still, one of the translations didn't need to go through - they recognised the name for what it was.

Reaching up with their right hand, they held it to their chest as if in prayer before releasing the gesture.

"Beannaithe go raibh conqueror na réaltaí. Tá an stáisiún seo sean - sean go leor nár úsáideadh é dá fhíorchuspóir le míle míle glúin. Stáisiún Linchpin a thugtar air - agus insíonn finscéalta ár sinsear dúinn gurbh é a threoraigh iad ó na tailte dúchais"

As one group was learning more about the station, the reunited mother and child came over to Four. With the enthusiasm and naivety only a child could possess, the little girl grabbed Four's hand in one of her hands, the other holding on tightly to her mother as she tried her best to drag both adults with her to join the group and the locals' leader.

"Insíonn ár stair dúinn go gcaithfidh tú dul chuig an spuaic - nuair a bheidh an chumhacht curtha ar siúl. Chabhraigh an spuaic, ar bhealach éigin, lenár sinsir bogadh idir na Reaches agus a Sean-Réaltra sular aistrigh sé ar fad agus gur cailleadh an bealach abhaile." the leader exlained before pointing to a door at the far side of the hanger, "Is é an bealach chun cinn duit ná trí na doirse sin. Bí cúramach - tá taibhsí agus biotáillí ann a dhéanann cogar de na hamanna is dorcha."

Within the generator room, Kaale would find her droid was invaluable - able to interface directly with the binary of the system as it was unchanged throughout the years. The power was diverted towards the Spire as the mission dictated. Kaala would be able to see a gauge that showed a symbol akin to the Spire - and the gauge was pushed up to the 50% mark by their actions.

Off to one side, the man who had gained Azathoth's attention would nod in agreement before heading behind one of the market stalls. Once there, he and the Sith would be able to see the main group but they were not able to easily be spotted themselves. As she drew closer, the man would speak to her in a hushed tone, his voice taking on the hissing, scratchy, language of the Sith.

"Isar Tu Stebe Tave Qo iv Tave Guduma?" he asked, utterly serious and looking around nervously, "Liepti Tauta Anas Antai Aras Edoui Kuris Stebe Tave Seniai Qo Stai. Tau Valia Buti Zhelosa."

Then, with a single nod, the man would walk away, intending to merge with the locals again and pretend as though he was just another shopper at this marketplace.

Ahead of the group, through the doors they had been directed to, was another section of the station entirely. As they approached, they would find the doors opened already and the way forward clear - though not quite in the way they might have liked. It was made of a long corridor, wide enough to be considered, perhaps, one long hall rather than a corridor. To one side, there were banks of computer consoles and desks - almost like they were used as processing stations.

The other side of the hall, the entire right side of it, was different. Walls made of bars of metal were the first sign that something was wrong - but the fact that there were small rooms separated by more bars helped reveal their nature as cells. The solid walls at the back of the cells were covered in sprawling text, graffiti, in a thousand different languages, space around manacles and other binding methods.

A sense of choking suffering would permeant through the Force in the hall, making the door at the other side seem a million miles away.

Team Doctor

@René @Apollyon @Akheron @LouJoVi @AutoFox @Sreeya​

The Doctor let out a shout of alarm when everything suddenly seemed to flash with strobe lighting - the electric trap set off by Iymril flashing before his eyes and causing the good Doctor to need to cover his eyes lest he be blinded. Pulling his arms down away from his face, he quickly stepped over to the downed form of the Sith who had joined him, taking care to check their pulse. It was, perhaps understandably, rather erratic but it didn't seem to be weak at least.

Pulling the Sephi into a basic recovery position, the Doctor took a step away - his talents were in other areas and he could already see that Dr Rowan was making his way over to collect the downed Sith. This was a disaster of a expedition in terms of lost members by this point but Dr Rowan continued to be a light of professionalism in these dark times.

"Thank you Doctor Rowan - I trust you'll have no issues getting him to the shuttle to return to the Wildcard? Truly, I will be sure to speak to your peers and speak very highly of you."

But, ultimately, the Doctor was reminded that they needed to push onward as the lights flickered. Between Theia and Rina the crystal was back in place in time, the generator closing up around the power source and the measures Caerllion had set up ahead of time on the console showed that the power was flowing towards the Spire. A gauge on the console seemed to show that it had reached 100% power - clearly a sign that the other team had accomplished their own task.

Hopefully with fewer casualties.

"Come Caerllion, I believe we must be away. If we're going to reach the Spire we can't delay here any longer."

With that said, the Doctor would bid a fond farewell and good luck to Rowan as he passed the young doctor before joining up with the rest of the expedition.

"Terribly sorry Trodai - I've had to send Dr Rowan on back to the Wildcard with one of our wounded. Can you continue with your injury?"

He didn't know Trodai himself, as a person, at all but he knew enough Sith and Dark Siders to know that they were a proud bunch and they would rather die than admit weakness in themselves, even if it was very much justified. Still, he would lead the way for Theia and Rina, Trodai and Caerllion all to join him with Kyssiara and their would-be thief ahead, further along the bridges that led deeper into the station.

Said thief seemed to be ill-at-ease but there was something about the way that he looked over the group that the Doctor didn't quite like, like a cornered Nexu. Still, he spoke and when he did so he was speaking Basic, his mental connection to Kyssiara helping him to gather knowledge of the language that was freely shared.

"There are more of you than I expected... but I made a deal with your Gunslinger so I will honour it. I am Ra'sa'd, I am a hunter of antiques for The People." he introduced himself properly, giving a small bow of his head, "Your small person speaks of the old Galaxy - so I know you must seek to power the Spire but I warn you that I believe this will end in failure."

He gestured for them to follow him as he started a subdued, slow, walk along the bridge to the opposite side, leaving the generator behind.

"Those of the Guild who knew the workings of the Spire have been extinct for a hundred generations or more."

When he reached the door at the end of the bridge, Ra'sa'd typed away at the ancient-looking keypad before pausing and violently slamming his fist into it - the percussive maintenance actually being required as the doors only shuddered open when the hit was made.

Beyond the doors, the station seemed to open up before them into what looked like a street like one would find in any city in the "old Galaxy". Storefronts and cafes and the like were built into the sides of the station with both a road and pavements between them. There were even some pots and planters that would have been for plants - though they were long since dead and gone.

And they were not the only dead things here.

The entirety of the "main street" was covered in debris - the storefronts were damaged, glass long since shattered and stone cracked. Strewn across the place were a mixture of skeletons in rags of ancient clothing and droids of various makes and models unheard of in the Old Galaxy. Barricades had been formed of debris and broken open violently, at the cost of many lives and droids it seemed.

The entire place was silent and made even eerier by the fact that it was, now, almost harshly well-lit from the redistribution of the power.

Ra'sa'd, for his part, seemed unsurprised and shuffled forward into the main street to allow them to follow him.

 

[Rina Oziaf]

TEAM DOCTOR

Rina blinked as the stranger - Ra'sa'd, he introduced himself as - began speaking Basic. Had he been able to do that the whole time? For some reason, the Tintinna doubted it; she thought back to the rumors of strange powers wielded by those strong in the Force, whatever that was. Granted, she had seen a demonstration of such power shortly before leaving the ship; if a skilled Sith could do that, though, surely they could also use it for more productive things?

When Ra'sa'd said that he had heard Rina, however, she blinked again. Heard? she hadn't spoken aloud, had she?

"Rina," the Tintinna absently corrected. "Rina Oziaf. It's uh... nice to meet you."

Rina followed along after the stranger; with his sedate pace, she quickly caught up. As he began punching digits on the keypad, she felt the urge to speak up again.

"Hey... before, how did you know what I was-"

Ra'sa'd thumped the controls violently, and abruptly, the door swept open. Rina stared in amazement at the street that curved away, taking an incautious step through the door before the nature of the scene penetrated. Her increasingly alarmed gaze swept over the rubble, droid wrecks and bodies that littered the space, the last having obviously been there a long time, although even the rubble and machinery had a patina of age. Rina looked around in amazement.

"What... happened here?"

Curiously, the Tintinna went to the wreckage of a small kiosk, the sort that might be found in an indoor shopping center. A humanoid droid of unfamiliar make - quad photoreceptors long dark - lay against the base of the half-collapsed structure, limbs splayed out and a scorched-looking access panel loosely open on its chest. Rina, curious about the unknown machine, went up to it curiously; some part of her mind had a bad feeling about the panel on its chest, but in that moment, an even more insistent part wanted to know more. How old was this machine? How had it functioned?

Reaching out, Rina opened the panel, and thought she heard the soft twang of some kind of metallic strand snapping. She brushed it off; the machine was old, probably she had broken something just touching it. Prying the panel open fully, she peered inside...

"What...?"

Amid ancient, corroded gears and wires, a circular device painted a flaking dark green sat nestled. It didn't seem part of the droid; as Rina watched, however, a dim red light flicked on, sputtering fitfully, and there was a spark that caused Rina to flinch. Her ears made her aware of a rising whine, and abruptly, the part of her awareness which had been trying to warn her flared as it connected with another part of her mind, one which had watched far too many action holodramas.

"...oh kriff!!"

Rina managed to throw herself back only an instant before the anti-personnel mine detonated. The device was ancient, and though its charge of chemical explosives was designed for a long shelf-life, not all of it went off, though it was enough. Rina, having managed to get to the edge of the cone of shrapnel emitted by the device, still yelped as hot metal fragments bit into her arm and shoulder. The blast spun her around and dropped her; ears ringing, she tried to climb to her feet, yelping anew as she put weight on her shredded arm.

"Ah! Ahhh... kark!"

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Rolled 1d20, result 1.

 

[Trodai Narat-iv-Adas]

Trodai nodded at Doctor Lile understanding as he spoke. "I can continue. I am accustomed to such pain." He said which was a bit. of a understatement considering what he had been through the last few years. He was perhaps more accustomed to pain than most in the Sith. And so he took the injury and would carry on,he would just use the other hand when using the Force. And switch lightsaber hand.

As they walked, Trodai was surprised to hear the new Pureblood spoke basic and his name was Ra'sa'd. It didn't sound familiar, as they walked he took a closer inspection, to see if he could determine where this strange tomb raider Pureblood came from. Upon looking and comparing to those other countless Purebloods He and seen before, he was quick to determine that this Ra'sa'd appeared to be Zuguruk by appearance. And yet the various lines and groves in his face seemed to suggest he had Kissai in his lineage. Yet Trodai soon came to the belief he was neither of these. But that was to be expected considering how malleable and diverse the Sith Pureblood species DNA was. And how long this particular group appeared to have been here.

He grew curious at the mention of The People and the Guild. Wondering just who they were, so he inquired. Perhaps the Pureblood could provide some answers. Not just upon that subject but maybe what happened here. He seemed knowledgeable enough about the place. And yet Trodai also walked with added caution, speaking to.his apprentice telepathically "Be on your guard, looks like someone had quite the fight and made a last stand here. Keep an eye on Ra'sa'd just in case he turns on us."

With that he spoke openly "The People? Who are they and did they tell you what they're interest is in this place. Why is it so important to them. Did they even tell you." he asked genuinely and calmly "Who is this Guild you speak of too, perhaps you can tell us what happened here. Please if you would, enlighten us."

Trodai figured it might help. The more they knew the better the odds of getting out and finding out what the place was used for. Who knows he might be of further use for the Order after this. He seemed intelligent enough to accept a deal and earn far greater rewards. Although he was interrupted in his thoughts by a loud noise and seeing the mouse species almost get blown up by a mine. A ancient trap. Most likely a remnant left behind from the battle.They would need to be extra careful in case of others.

He decided to offer some advice, since she could use the Force. Although first he called to the others.

"Watch out for more traps. I suspect the battle left a few more surprises behind for us."

He turned to Rina, now he knew her name he addressed her by it. Taking a look, he knew all considered it probably wasn't too bad a injury. "Rina, Don't worry it's not as bad as it looks. I have survived worse injury. I'm not sure if your aware but...you have the gift. Use it now to survive this. Focus inwards and use this pain you feel and you will find through it you may become stronger than you can ever imagine. And can fight through almost any pain endured."

Spoiler: Rolls and Actions - Pain Management and Attempt to try and determine tribe origin of Ra'sa'd

Pain Management D20: 6
Tribe Origin D20: 20

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[Kaala]

TEAM PROFESSOR
Kaala was glad for Vaze's help. The little droid interfaced with the computer and had power redirected to the spire before the Togruta could even figure out what half the buttons on the console did. "Fifty percent of power is redirected to the spire," she told the Jedi ( @Narzen ). Her job completed, she stepped away from the console and went to retrieve her blasters. Holstering her pistol cautiously as to avoid getting blasted, she picked up her carbine and held it across her chest. Then, out of an abundance of caution, she activated her HUD. Targeting data immediately appeared in her helmet visor.
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[Alhazred]

TEAM PROFESSOR

The answers made Alhazred wonder further. He wasn't that well versed in galactic history. Most of his historic cultural knowledge ended around the clone wars, and after that it was spotty at best. But connections with the Hutt Empire and so-called 'Despot' did not comfort the Nu-Vaal.

Alhazred glanced where the leader pointed. If the translation was correct, the ability to 'move between the reaches' and the galaxy Alhazred called home was in the spire. Such a thing would certainly make getting home a lot easier. And who knows what other secrets this place held? This place in the void was a wonder of wonders by its own existence.

Alhazred placed his hands together and bowed to the people. We all thank you for your aid. We will try to return to you once we have secured a way home. Here...

Alhazred reached into his robes and handed over his EZ Phone. This won't have any connection to our home galaxy, but we may be able to communicate directly from one of our phones or even our ship out there. Even if it can't, it can help identify that we were here. I know many people, Jedi and others, would be eager to learn and help you in the future, if you desire it

With that, after fulfilling any other questions or comments using his telepathy, he bowed again and went for the doors.

"Outstanding work my friend" Alhazred mentioned to the Fiani (@Remileah) who had found the youngling. "It's not everyday one establishes positive contact with a lost culture by locating a lost youngling."

"Excellent. I'm sure we will need all the power available in the spire" Alhazred replied to the Togruta (@Interdictor). Despite her Imperial armor, Alhazred was actually starting to feel at ease with the group. Perhaps it was the rush of talking to the people, or just the fact that he felt useful, but either way he felt better about everyone.

With the hallway opened, the Nu-Vaal approached slowly. He allowed anyone else who wanted to go ahead of him, but did not pressure anyone to do so if they didn't want.

The first steps in, and instantly the Nu-Vaal felt the change in the Force. It wasn't cold, or discordant like the dark side in some places, but it was choking. For a moment, Alhazred had to steady himself and refortify his mind before taking another step.

A thump could be heard when Alhazred fell to his knees. The water in the DX tank splashed about wildly as the Nu-Vaal gripped at his collar and shook about violently. Alhazred's spawn squirmed and wriggled in a panic as soft choking noises from the Jedi could be heard for a few moments between words.

"It hurts!" Alhazred gasped loudly between gasps. "By the void, these...These bindings....too tight! I...no, the dead! Millions! They hurt!"

Then it was gone. Alhazred's breathing returned to a normal, albeit slightly staggard pace. He looked at his hands and felt at his collar, as if there was still something there.

"I think... I do not like what this room is for. " Alhazred stated plainly while picking himself up. With all his might, he wanted to rush to the door at the other side of the room, but with the feeling of the bindings still on his hands and neck, such an action would prove disastrous. He inched towards one of the cells to examine it further.

"Professor, can you read any of this?"

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[Caerllion of Cyfnos]

Team Doctor

Caerllion stared coldly while the Doctor took care of Iymril. The Sephi had meddled with the wrong part of the control system, resulting in an explosion that knocked them out. It was unfortunate, because now their team would lack one member. Well, two, because that white-haired boy was going to carry the fallen Champion back to their ship.

The Annfyn wondered how the woman that they had attacked early would react when she woke up to see Iymril next to her. He was certain that it would be a nasty scene.

While the others put the crystal in place, Caerllion took the opportunity to give one last look at the data of the computer. He saw that the power was restored to some place called “Main Shopping Level” and that the security units weren’t responding anymore due “to disturbances”.

His knowledge in slicing had allowed the Annfyn to identify that these informations were inserted in the data bank manually, without assistance of the system. This was suspicious, who would have done it? Caerllion decided to be careful with this information, not believing in it completely.

It could be a trick.

“Yes, we need to go to the Spire.” he followed the Doctor and the rest of their team, only stopping briefly to hear what the Thief had to say. When he opened the door, Caerllion was able to see what seemed to be a warzone. There were barricades, dead bodies and damaged buildings. He immediately remembered his vision from early, Dark Siders fighting against each other. With some still fighting. Was it the result of that conflict?

“What happened here? Some type of civil war?” he asked Ra'sa'd, while following through the street.

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[Theia Durand]

Team Doctor

Theia couldn't help the look of disappointment when she would watch Rowan take the downed elf back to the ship. For one, this meant less members in their group and as so far, this journey has proven to be more daunting than she previously expected it to be. And knowing this ever renewing information, the less they had of their party, the difficulty would only continue. However, they needed to continue if they were ever going to have chance to return to their galaxy. The padawan walked quietly with the Chiss Doctor, turning her head over her shoulder as she heard their newcomer speak and introduce himself; the red head turned in step to face him, "I'm Theia," she said giving a quick little two fingered salute before she turned back to the front as she tried to divide her attention to their new surroundings and Ra'sa'd.

She processed his title, purpose, what he called The People, and what was called the Spire. So many questions were brewing in her mind but the large sith she fought beside seemed to be quicker to ask them. She watched as Ra'sa'd went up to the keypad, typing in the pin and then gave it a manual nudge. The doors would need some assistance from the rest of them to be opened. However, as the jedi crossed into the plane of the old city, she came to pause, feeling a heaviness that was soon answered by the bodies and droids that were scattered throughout the place. "Its a graveyard, how-" she stopped hearing the screams from the small rodent, Rina. She went on the defense, uncertain of what else could be awaiting them intentionally or not while Trodai went to help her.

Cautiously, Theia looked at the droids that did remain here, "These look like ordinary droids, not like the security one back at the generator, nor are they armored with plates like combat or battle droids." Theia said pausing to see one with a broom knife, literally a broom with a knife at the end of it, "They are armed though." The other burning question Theia wanted to know was, if they were functional or did their power cells die just as long ago as the skeletons that remained here.

She paused and looked out ahead on their path through, quietly, Theia reached out with her senses, trying to determine any lurking threat that could disrupt them further.

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