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Ship graveyard, Ord Mantell
2037 local time
Dusk began to set slowly upon the sea of twisted metal, the sun's rays reflecting off the durasteel and sending orange light bouncing around as the sky exploded in tinges of yellow and pink. Visibility slowly lowered, which is what Cinere was most concerned with, uncaring of the pretty landscape. He was here to sacrifice his life in the search for power, a thought that sobered him and lingered in his mind. His face set hard, the Sith trudged through the filthy slush of garbage below his feet, seeking something out. And there it was.
The top wing of the Imperialis stuck out of the landscape like a beacon, rusted and half-broken but still standing proud. This had been Darth Sidious' luxury craft, a ship that should be in a museum, its memory honored, not stuck in some graveyard for bandits to raid. It only served to remind Cinere of how the passage of time will forget us all eventually, regardless of standing. But time also remembers.
Just like how he had remembered of the Mask of Lord Momin. He had no solid leads regarding its final resting place, but word had it that it had last been seen on the Imperialis before it crashed. He was here to confirm that rumor and, should it not be here, find a lead.
He slowly approached the ship, wading through bits of metal until he reached a clearing right in front of it. He looked around, a bit uncomfortable to be standing out in the open like that, then closed his eyes. The Sith felt the Force around him flow like a calm ocean, its waves ebbing back and forth. Here, away from the busy cities full of lifeforms, the Force was much more clear, no garbage to hinder the investigation. Here, he could only see a few things that stuck out, and only one of them was relevant.
Because he felt the mask, calling to him from the wreckage. It was there, tainting the Force like blood in the water, a stain upon the neutrality of the Force.
BEHOLD, DARK SIDER. APPROACH ONLY IF YOU DARE.
@Scoobert