Days of searching. Sleepless nights spent conjuring falsehoods in her mind, picturing herself standing amongst one of the largest collections of knowledge from the ancient times of the Sith. Hours spent pouring over fragments of information, crude translations and filtering truths and lies from countless rumors. As Sah’ra looked upon the ancient black obelisk standing in the bottom of the valley, cracked and eroded from its war with time, she knew that all her efforts had not been in vain. Just down below was the culmination of her efforts, a veritable wealth of knowledge within her grasp. Or perhaps it was theirs. She hadn’t done it alone, after all. Unfortunately.
Locating remaining Sith was difficult in the times since the Expulsion but there were always hidden channels that could connect them, should the need ever arise. After seeing the pure blood on the holonet, Sah’ra knew she had found one of the old Order. One that had not only taken part in the infamous Walk of Shame but had too taken part in the Hutt Ball Championship. For Cyutadakyr, it was clear that staying off the radar was not in her plan. Recruiting her for this expedition caused Sah’ra a degree of concern but a genetically pure Sith could be useful.
”The sun is setting quickly,” Sah’ra said calmly as she began preparing for the descent into the valley, securing her rappelling line around a large boulder and pulling the harness straps to ensure they were tight. Getting this far was complicated enough but risking anything happening to their shuttle in the valley was a threat Sah’ra was unwilling to take. Instead, she ensured they had the equipment necessary for an approach on foot. ”The sooner we reach the obelisk, the sooner we can begin the incantation and discover if the stories of the library really are true,” With a final glance across the landscape, the woman would begin her descent, whispering the incantation over and over. "Taka zeech ma toka duuwaj,"