They were far from the Citadel, if you headed north to find them, then go even further for they were at the tip of the planet its pole. For here one of the last living areas of the planet survived a forest the size of a small continent, its trees were bare only a few leaves for each. As Artorigas Wessex now Darth Caelestis walked through the broken forest he wondered how any of these still stood. He could feel a small light within the trees and the area a small amount of The Living Force, though it felt like a raging sun against the cold dead deserts around The Citadel.
They had already walked a few miles, 'Calesvol' his personal Starfighter left on the outskirts for even though this broken forest looked dead, it was still thick and there was no room to land such a craft closer to their goal. Artorigas or Caelestis, he was still unsure what to really call himself at this time turned to his apprentice a warm smile still on his face. Though he had risen high in the echelons of the apparent evil and destructive Sith, the Sereenian Noble hope at least he was still his warm self to his apprentice and those others he cared about. "How does this place look to your sight? It is a mixture of dead and living to me, it must be fascinating to you?" He asked.
The Sith Lord had still not replaced his armour since Felucia, his mind undecided on what he wished to done himself in. So instead he just wore a basic set of armour he had found within The Citadel. Though his face was uncovered, long gone was his worries about the ties to the Sith, he no longer hid his face from the Galaxy he now embraced it all. The sandy surface of the planet was slowly fading away to hard dirt which crunched beneath there feet, it would have been hard to keep quiet and secretive as they walked through the forest but the pair did not need to. With the power the two now controlled nothing upon this planet could really stop them.
For they had journeyed here for a purpose, after they had found the broken vault room, most of its artefacts missing, Artorigas or Caelestis had spent much time looking over the archives what else once lay within its locked doors and one item stuck out to him. A weapon forged long ago, a blade of power and renown that could replace his lost blade. He had mediated on the item, sat before its old pedestal and The Force had guided him north, far beyond the field of destroyed ships, the endless white deserts and to this forest.
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