Stepping into the magnificent museum, wonder and curiosity immediately enveloped Sybella, heir apparent to the House of Demici. The grand entrance hall, adorned with towering marble columns and intricate carvings, set quite the stage for the extraordinary journey that lay ahead. Soft, warm lighting illuminated the expansive space, casting a gentle glow on the artefacts and exhibits that awaited exploration. Her suitor had done well, choosing such a location for a courting rendezvous. If anything, he might have done himself an injustice, as much of Sybella's attention was now fixed on the museum's displays. The exhibits were organized in a meticulous fashion, with different sections each dedicated to a particular aspect of alien history, culture, and art. Forgoing her usual colourful robes, the lady Jedi dressed in garbs befitting her peerage; she still wore her family's colours of red and blue, but in more subtle tones. Her mother, desperate for a love match, always pushed for the bolder of dress but Sybella was adamant less was sometimes more. The ancestral coins, usually worn as a headdress, now adorned her slender neck in the style of a multi-layered choker. A few were also affixed as dangling earrings.
There were artefacts from long-lost civilizations, their forms and materials hinting at the enigmatic worlds they originated from. Strange, ornate sculptures also lined the corridors, showcasing the intricacy and otherworldly beauty of alien craftsmanship. Holographic projections were also in use, their beams of light depicting images of grand interstellar empires, their rise and fall, and their contributions to the cosmos. Some galleries were more developed than others, going so far as to showcase the evolution of one alien race's technology; the Jedi was rather fascinated with all, especially the primitive navigation systems used to determine celestial pathways. In another wing, vibrant murals and interactive displays showcased the rich and diverse cultures of other alien civilizations. Sybella marvelled at the intricate patterns and vivid colours that tell stories of mythical creatures, cosmic phenomena, and profound philosophical concepts. The art seemed to transcend conventional forms, incorporating multidimensional perspectives and harmonic proportions that elicit a profound sense of harmony and balance. The museum also boasted an auditorium where lectures and presentations by renowned alien historians, anthropologists, and artists took place. Visitors were encouraged to immerse themselves in thought-provoking discussions and gain new insights into the mysteries of the cosmos.
Tempted to take part herself, the lady knight found herself stopping short at an offshoot exhibition. It was far removed from the other, more prominent displays and in terms of signage, there was little on offer. Still, Sybella was stunned. The exhibit was clearly marked under the moniker of the 'The Old Sith Empire'.
"Surely not..." Had the curators really dedicated an exhibit to the Sith fraction? It was as ludicrous to her as it was offensive. Mindful of the fact she was still in the company of her inamorato, Sybella sought to skillfully deflect his presence (if only for a moment.). "You know, I'm awfully parched. Would you be a dear and..."
She needn't say more. Light on his feet, her admirer had set off post haste on a mission to procure her a flute. Sweet man, tedious as he was. Finally, alone, the Jedi braved the rather eerie exhibit.
Admittedly, she was rather surprised. It was not the history of the Sith Order that was on display, but rather a sentient race known as the Sith. Purebloods, to be precise. Red-skinned humanoids that evolved from the planet of Korriban. How peculiar, she thought. Despite her rather extensive knowledge, Sybella hadn't actually been really aware of the Sith and their origins. Now that she thought about it, there were certainly some parallels to the Mandalorians and their ancestral links to the Taung people. Setting further within the exhibit and its confines, the Jedi took her time drinking in the (rather limited) displays. There were others present in the gallery as well; a Togruta male, purple in colour, was reading a plaque aloud - his tone, however, was less than humble.
"If it has blood, you can make it bleed. If it has eyes, you can blind it. If it has a mouth, you can make it scream…" The transcription had been found on a weapon, something labelled as a Massassi lanvarok. "Ghastly. Utterly barbaric. If you ask me, some civilisations ought to die out."
Despite her allegiance to the Light, Sybella wasn't quick to agree. Rebuking him with only a look, the Jedi chose instead to continue her exploration.
@Sreeya
@Azar Kressh
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