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A characteristic night owl, Yearius had arrived to the library in the middle hours of darkness, close to 3 AM local time on the homeworld of the Sith. He was grabbed in his normal affinity cloaks, bearing the colors of black and grey to represent his station as a Sicarii Inquisitor. The typical beskar mask shielded his face, only the pair of orbs which gave him a gateway into the world peered outwards. The matukai gauntlet was on his left arm while he wore a typical cortosis interwoven gauntlet on his right, preparing mentally for the instructions he sought to learn.
Darth Venator's holocron was in its resting place, Yearius had made arrangements to carefully bring the artifact into the one of the conference suites so that he could attempt at speaking with it. Its knowledge was of paramount importance to the ambitious Inquisitor and being a natural student of the dark side, his eagerness to learn difficult to conceal. Upon entering, he turned to the side to momentarily dim the lights down a few notches to his liking. The ambient LEDs were maintained just shades higher than reading light, as he felt too much brightness would be unnatural for this occasion. Unstrapping his sith warblade, he set the weapon down onto the ground beside him, still sheathed in its scabbard.
Yaerius assumed a knelt position, left hand curling to a fist as he brought it closer to clasp against his chest. Head bowed respectfully as he slowly drifted his thoughts into a focused meditation. Dark energies swirled around him, permitting his mind to seek a path through the force and attempt at communicating with the ancient Sith Lord that lay dormant within the Holocron.
@Phoenix