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[Orenth]

Byron sat in the darkness, focusing on his meditation and trying to center himself. Seconds, then minutes passed. The padawan tried to find any sort of indication of his fellow Jedi. There wasn't even a faint airflow moving through the dark hall. It was easy for him to get frustrated but Byron knew that it was either this or trying to find his way back to the others. The man ha a feeling that wouldn't do him any good though.

The longer he sat with both hands calmly placed on his lap, Byron expanded his awareness in all directions. He had practiced reaching out to sense specific feelings before. But this time the padawan was not assuming nothing and opening himself up to the Force. The bubble of perception slowly expanded, centimeter by centimeter with each measured breath.

At one point Byron frogot about the time. He wasn't sure if he had been there for just a few minutes or longer. But his awareness kept moving outward, trying to reach past the walls. Because he was perhaps so close to it, the force sensitive engineer realized that the mural of the dead end behind him seemed to give off a sensation different than the other walls.

Stopping his outward sensing Byron turned so that his back was no longer facing the wall. Getting closer to the wall, he reached out a hand and touched it. He could tell the wall was imbued with the force somehow. "Not imbued....sealed." Focusing his attention on the wall, or rather the new found door, Byron knew that if it was locked or sealed there must be a way to open it up.

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[Hannibal Grayza]

Eye to mask-covered eye, Hannibal turned to fully face the strange, spectral kel'dor standing in the center of the chamber. The young Jedi looked it over with a critical eye, searching for flaws in presentation that would betray it as an illusion of some kind. He didn't find any, but that didn't rule it out. His gaze was returned, the rasping sound of a cracked breathing mask filling the silence left after the Jedi's question.

"I'd ask if you're around for a rematch, but I have your lightsaber and have little intention of returning it, I'm afraid." Hannibal tapped at the hilt in question on his belt, the black and gold weapon having been purified after Sol's death. The figure snarled through their mask in response, taking a step forward, black boot echoing against the stone floor.

"Jedi maggot. You defile the weapon, return it," it demanded threateningly, reaching out a hand. Of course, nothing happened. Hannibal smiled sadly at the figure. The dead did not return, generally speaking, and Sith certainly did not show up in old Jedi temples. Even so, a figment of the dead was still worthy of some respect.

"As I said, I'm using it. And you never answered my question. Why are you here?" In answer, arcing flame burst forth from the kel'dor's outstretched hand, a pyrotechnic display truly reflective of Sol's former position among the Sith, broad and bright. Hannibal held up a hand before him, calm as ever. Despite the appearance of an attack, he felt no real sense of danger. He trusted the Force more than his eyes.

"I fear no evil," Hannibal intoned smoothly, allowing the Light Side to flow through and into him. Sol had not appeared before him for some time, but that was because he had already dealt with his experiences at the prison and grown stronger for it. This spectre would not shake him. "The Force is with me. Leave this place, Sol. Find peace in death."

The flame parted reluctantly around his palm, the heat scorching his arm as it appeared to smoke and burn. But the Force brought him calm and he remained firm. He pushed forward through fire flame, pain washed away into the Force as he focused towards the spectre itself. "Find peace." he insisted stubbornly, teeth gritted, an outpouring of energy finding the spectre and beginning to unravel it Even if it was a thing derived from Hannibal's past, it was no real threat, and the energies of this place were old and faded.

Hannibal had regretted being forced to kill the Sith, of course, but the important thing was he no longer regretted the choice to do so. He moreso regretted Sol's choices that lead him on that path. But he would do it again if he had to. He no longer associated Sol's death with guilt or fear. As such, this spectre held no power over him. With a final defiant snarl the ghost of the kel'dor and the flame both vanished in an instant, as if they were never there. Hannibal looked down at his arm, unburned after all, and then looked at where the spectre was. He shrugged.

"What an odd trap. Why couldn't it just have been rocks?" the young Jedi asked the empty air before turning back to look at the wall. Perhaps if he looked at it hard enough it would answer his questions, or at least lead him to what they were looking for. Hopefully the other two Jedi were doing alright, assuming they were dealing with crazy space magic nonsense of their own. Byron in particular. He wasn't exactly the spiritual type.

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[Maxims Tionson]

Meditating on the Force and the Light while a spectral Sith raged in front of him without any actual success was a little bit harder than he would have expected but it was enough of a distraction that he didn't get the result he wanted. He grimaced a little bit but pushed through his discomfort.

He could feel his mind slowly growing colder as he sank into the Force.

At the edge of his perception he could feel both Byron and Hannibal through the Force and he felt as though he could reach them but.... not physically. Frowning ever so slightly, he focused more. Pushing through what felt like mud, he grimaced at the distasteful feeling before he felt himself pop through it.

His projected form, slightly blue in hue, appeared to the right hand side of both Byron and Hannibal... it was really disorientating to feel like he was sat down, stood to the right of Hannibal AND stood to the right of Byron as well. Honestly the sensation made him feel unsteady on his feet but whatever.

He groaned aloud to the right of both of his fellow Jedi.

"Ugh... projection to two places at once always makes me what to throw up..." he muttered, staring at them both, "I've got a stab-happy Sith ghost here and a room that keeps sending me in circles. What you guys got?"

Spoiler: Dice

Max is able to project his voice to both Jedi but not physically find them

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[Orenth]

Byron felt the Force around him, the power that flowed through and the connection with what was surrounding him. The apprentice still didn't feel the familiar presence of Max or Hann, but did feel a sense of security at this connection with the Force. With a rumbling crack the dead-end slid the carved stone doors apart.

The man opened his eyes and looked around. There was still no light for him to go by. Taking another deep breath, he was still inside the temple, alone as far as he was concerned.

Walking into the room he saw archaic terminals with dust. A few pieces of tossed furnishing and a partially broken crate. Walking in, there was the tiniest bit of light as a short flash became visible from one of the terminals. As Byron got closer he realized that it must have been his imagination. The terminal had been damaged by a blaster bolt or some kind of projectile.

Pulling out his tools the man opened up the terminal. Maybe he could get power running again. After a few moments and a spark the room began to light up button after button. A holoprojector that had some discarded rags over it glowed. Removing the debris, the apprentice saw an unfamiliar system and the aurbesh spelling out a planet.

"Ok...so we now know where this Ossus is...but what does that-" The ignorant Jedi nearly jumped as the complaining tone of Maxims startled him. "ARE YO.... DID YOU...." He wasn't able to form a sentence since it just seemed too strange. At first Byron thought that there was another hologram projector in the room he activated allowing the man to contact him. But the engineer felt it in the force, the connection that Max had formed to communicate in this manner. "I'm in a room with power. I have some coordinates for an...Ossus...if that means anything. There was a hidden door on the dead end..." The man left it open hoping for some direction since having lost contact with the other two Jedi.

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[Hannibal Grayza]

In the midst of his contemplation of the wall, there appeared Max to his right. The hell?

"A ghost of the past was here. It isn't anymore," he replied to the projection, visibly amused at Max's discomfort. At least the image proved Max was still nearby and hadn't been shunted off to some alternate dimension. One never knows with the Force. Crazy space magic is crazy. "Where are you, exactly?" Hannibal asked, stretching his own senses out to fill the room he was in- and well beyond.

Something felt off, like there was a shadow or a weight blocking his ability to feel beyond the room he was in. "Max, how did you manage to find me? I can't reach-" Hannibal's head darted to his right, looking past Max's projection, a moment before a section of the wall seemed to warp and twist, becoming a portal into a black abyss. From within emerged a thing, formed from shadow and hatred. Doubtless the other two could feel it, particularly since Max was projecting to Hannibal, though he might find his ability to sense Hannibal disrupted by the sudden weight of darkness in the room. Hannibal fortified himself against the Dark, his presence in the Force freezing solid into a durasteel fortress in response to the being's intense presence.

"Jedi," the Shadow rumbled, the sound almost seeming to come from the abyss behind it rather than where its mouth would be. It towered above the Jedi Master, nearly reaching the ceiling of the room. "You will not find what you seek." The Shadow cracked open across its surface, crimson flames burning within it. This was certainly not an original part of the temple, but a trap laid by a Dark Sider to ensnare those seeking the holocron.

"I defy you," Hannibal announced icily, Sol Puara's lightsaber flying into his hand and igniting. Not a moment too soon, as the Shadow stretched out a clawed hand, crackling with power, and unleashed a burst of red, burning energy toward him. Hannibal allowed the Light to fill him and his weapon, gripping it in two hands and meeting the fast-moving projectile. The energy crackled against the lightsaber, both at a stop for a second before the Jedi Master managed to shove it aside. It impacted the wall on the far side, reducing it to molten slag.

The Shadow's fist clenched, energy gathering and shaping itself into a long, burning blade. This would not be an easy fight, but Hannibal was stubborn. Plus, maybe its presence would help someone find him.

"Though I walk in the shadow of death, I fear no evil. The Force is with me."

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Spoiler: Dice Rolls

Sense goes badly but Hannibal defends himself

 

[Maxims Tionson]

Trying to have two conversations at the same time was probably best left to whichever species had two heads because Max got fairly lost fairly quickly it had to be said. In the end he managed to listen and understand both ends at once but he wasn't quite willing to bet he could speak in both conversations without making a big mistake and missing half of the other conversation. It was, all told, a taxing experience on the mind even if it wasn't too bad in terms of a drain of the Force.

"Save the details for Ossus." he instructed Byron quickly before turning with both projections to look at Hannibal, "I'm in a room with a runes on the wall but the runes are nonsense with a compulsion to read them until I die of thirst. Bit weird. And I found you because-"

Both projections immediately vanished at the same time and suddenly Max was back in his own body, seeing what his body had been staring at, unseeing, while he'd been projecting.

And he wasn't in the same room anymore.

Instead of the room with the runes and the angry ghost he was, instead in a new room. It felt physically real as well so he really had been transported it would seem. The room was now a circular one with lines, stone veins and arteries, that seemed to pulse regularly despite not being something stone could do.

All of the stone vessels led directly to the centre of the room where a throne was carved out of the stone that had a heartbeat. It was a sentence Max had never thought he'd think but there it was.

A figure sat upon the throne, made from the same living stone as the rest of the room, it's ruined chest rising and falling in a twisted mockery of life. For a few moments nothing more happened as Max felt the Force answering his call to himself without issue, especially odd since it had been blocked so brutally not a moment before. Kneeling opposite the figure upon the throne, Max knew that the peace was a false one.

He made to rise and suddenly the figure stopped breathing and it's head turned to face him with it's faceless visage.

And then all he could feel was pain

Physical pain was not included because it didn't need to be - because he was forced to experience something far worse than any lightsaber or blaster bolt. No, he felt pain because his mind was not his own. Instead it was the plaything of the entombed monster that delighted in making him suffer. He wrestled with the Thing for control of his own mind, gritting his teeth to keep from biting his tongue off.

A part of him wanted to bite it off so he'd choke and kill himself just to stop the pain and the violation that came with it.

But this was merely the prelude.

The real pain started as his mind was forced to bond, to connect and link with, the mind of Nashyr Ris at the moment of her death. Her pain became his pain, her fears and her uncertainties and all of her regrets rammed into him at lightspeed and resonated with him. How she had felt when she knew she was dying, how she had felt when she knew that no one was going to be able to save her.

How he felt knowing he had failed her and feeling that failure happen through her mind again, and again and agin.

That was when he started screaming and the Thing reached out through the Force to allow both of his companions to feel, but not aid, him in his despair and pain.

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