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The great black void sprawled slowly before him, the small specks of light twinkling a stark contrast to the unyielding darkness around them. Sindri let out a long sigh as he let his eyes roam over the great windows of the shuttle. The freighter 'Melissa' had dropped him and shuttle off just a few moments ago having left hyperspace. They were spice runners, smuggling was not a new thing to them.
His simple dirty clothing clung to his body, he assumed due in no small part to the massive amount of filth on it. No one paid attention to a beggar, he had found that out in his wanderings although his destination was a small planet in the Mid-Rim, so perhaps he was merely being paranoid.
The small view of darkness was interrupted by a great white mass that eclipsed all else. The white-blue orb hung in space as if a thin unnoticed thread connected it to something greater and even more wondrous then space itself. Did that even make sense? Sindri was unsure, but that in itself was not a surprise. The huge white orb drew slowly closer. Ando Prime.
The shuttle would be docking at Elesa, the capital city of Ando Prime, although he used the term city loosely. It was a frozen waste of a planet, generally not the hotspot for sentient life. He thought back to the mission briefing. He was to search the abandoned ruins of the Ancient Bogan. Few pieces of history managed to last so long, but he knew that the Bogans were Dark Jedi, comparable to the Sith of now.
There have been stories among the locals of nightmares and disappearances near the runs, and so the Imperial Knights jumped. Disappearances around ruins once held by foul servants of the dark side? Yes, this needed looking into.
His job was simple. Find and destroy any dark side objects.. The only true question was where to start?
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The landing sequence was initiated as the small shuttle docked and lowered its landing ramp. Sindri slowly descended the ramp into the biting cold and swirling snow. The loud clangs of rubber sole on steel adding a rhythmic beat. Still donned in the filthy, patched clothing he felt even colder then normal, but some things must be endured in the name of the Greater Good.
On his back was a worn backpack containing his two lightsabers and his Knight Armor. He would put them on before venturing into the ruins, perhaps another sign of his constantly growing paranoia.
This was it then? Stepping off the ramp, the sound of snow crunching under his boots was his answer. He had a job to do. He would not fail the Knights again. He would not fail the Knight-Commander. He could not fail Her.
His simple dirty clothing clung to his body, he assumed due in no small part to the massive amount of filth on it. No one paid attention to a beggar, he had found that out in his wanderings although his destination was a small planet in the Mid-Rim, so perhaps he was merely being paranoid.
The small view of darkness was interrupted by a great white mass that eclipsed all else. The white-blue orb hung in space as if a thin unnoticed thread connected it to something greater and even more wondrous then space itself. Did that even make sense? Sindri was unsure, but that in itself was not a surprise. The huge white orb drew slowly closer. Ando Prime.
The shuttle would be docking at Elesa, the capital city of Ando Prime, although he used the term city loosely. It was a frozen waste of a planet, generally not the hotspot for sentient life. He thought back to the mission briefing. He was to search the abandoned ruins of the Ancient Bogan. Few pieces of history managed to last so long, but he knew that the Bogans were Dark Jedi, comparable to the Sith of now.
There have been stories among the locals of nightmares and disappearances near the runs, and so the Imperial Knights jumped. Disappearances around ruins once held by foul servants of the dark side? Yes, this needed looking into.
His job was simple. Find and destroy any dark side objects.. The only true question was where to start?
---
The landing sequence was initiated as the small shuttle docked and lowered its landing ramp. Sindri slowly descended the ramp into the biting cold and swirling snow. The loud clangs of rubber sole on steel adding a rhythmic beat. Still donned in the filthy, patched clothing he felt even colder then normal, but some things must be endured in the name of the Greater Good.
On his back was a worn backpack containing his two lightsabers and his Knight Armor. He would put them on before venturing into the ruins, perhaps another sign of his constantly growing paranoia.
This was it then? Stepping off the ramp, the sound of snow crunching under his boots was his answer. He had a job to do. He would not fail the Knights again. He would not fail the Knight-Commander. He could not fail Her.