Ask Dusk Dismantled

[Darth Caelestis]

Artorigas dropped his hand, the wall of Flame dissipating in an instant. The smell was putrid, the snap and crackle of the fat cells within the monsters continued as the flames ate into there bodies. He was ready to step round the smouldering pile of flesh but Malou had other ideas, with the will of The Force she extinguished the flame and pushed aside the remains of the five despoiled creatures.

He stopped and watched as the ever growing confident women walked towards the door past the pile of ash which was once her enemy and began examining the ancient doorway. Malou was already a far sight from the young girl he had met at a party only a few months ago. Artorigas was about to commend her when she asked the question, walking up beside her he looked over the letters carved into the intricate circle's. "You are correct, lets take a look here." He said as he ran his hands across the runes being careful as to not actually touch the door itself. "In the arms of my birth, I unlock." Artorigas read the inscription beneath. "These are all letters of the alphabet. I guess we just need to spell it out. But what it is I do not know."

@lizziie

 

[Malou D'Amaris]

Malou watched as her master approached and studied the door. "In the arms of my birth, I unlock." Unlock what? She began to study the door more intently, as well. It was too thick for her to see all the way through, but she through she Force she could see the faint forms of each ring. There was no wiring inside, just what seemed to be some sort of mechanical system which she assumed would unlock the door when the rings were properly aligned.

"It's some sort of mechanical system. If we align the rings properly, it should open." Malou placed her hand against the stone and sent a gentle wave of the Force through the door. The higher concentration allowed her to more accurately pinpoint where the locks were located. She rotated first the inner circle, then the middle ring, and finally the outside one. During this, one of her hands was placed firmly on the stone while the other moved. When the last ring moved into place, she stepped back as a click was heard by the both of them. Slowly, the door began to sink into the ground.

"I think it was meant to be a bit harder than that," she would say after a moment with a grin.

@Braden Drake

 

[Darth Caelestis]

Artorigas watched as his apprentice applied The Force to the wall. It was supposed to be a thinking problem, though perhaps in the lands of the Sith one would expect that it would instead be resolved through the use of The Force. He smiled as he read the words that lined up among the three circles. "Naboo." He read aloud, it took a moment before he was able to put two and two together. "The birthplace of Sidious, kind of cute for a Dark Lord of the Sith don't you think?" He off handily asked Malou.

As the door sunk down into the ground, Artorigas expected some wave of dust, mildew and cold dead air, but was strangley met by no such things. Was this not a sealed room? Stepping through the doorway, this was seemingly his vault for dozens of plinths lined the walls some where filled with treasures but most where empty, though marks showed where they once stood.

A glint in the corner of his eye turned his head, a set of armour gleaning half covered in rubble in the corner. "Well I guess I know why there was no stale air." He said pointing up towards the ceiling, above the rubble covered armour a large hole broke through into the vault. The Tip of a TIE Fighter's wing protruding through it. "Must have happened during the Battle a century ago. I guess after the cultists came and ransacked the vault." He continued moving through the mostly empty, vault. "At least the armour hopefully it fits." He finished with a smile.

@lizziie

 

[Malou D'Amaris]

They entered the room, and as they did, Malou took in the sight. The air was surprisingly fresh--as fresh as the air on Exegol could ever be--and the room appeared to have once been filled with all sort of treasures. There were various pedestals which Malou guessed might have supported treasures at one point, but as Artorgias had already noted, they were empty.

Malou spotted the armor in the far corner of the room. She made a bee-line for it, passing her master as she approached it. The main chest piece was supported on a T-shaped metal post, and the other pieces were laid out beside it. Using the Force, Malou swept the dust off the pieces. She then reached out and lifted the chest piece from the T-stand and pulled it to her chest. It looked like it would be a bit big on her, but upon closer inspection, she found adjustable straps. It could be brought to someone to tailor it to her size, if the fit wasn't perfect, anyways.

"There is a lot of...history in this." Malou, though she could not see it, could feel the history in the armor. The armor had a faint aura of the Force around it, likely left over from the Sith Lord who had formerly dawned the armor. The acolyte smiled to herself. This--this was what she wanted.

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With the armor folded up and carried in Malou's arms, the two would eventually find their way back to the main camp without any trouble from the mutants. Malou tucked the pieces away for now. Once she returned to Serenno, she would be able to get the pieces altered to better fit her form.

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@Braden Drake