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Post by Bones on Nov 29, 2018 0:16:17 GMT -5
Disgust. It was the primal feeling that ran through Saiph’s body as he looked out the window of the light cruiser that was ferrying him, swiftly and secretly, through Mandalorian space to Dxun. His icy blue eyes lingered on the moon, so close, yet so far to the planet he once called home that he would now be hunted on like some kind of stray beast. More than anything, he would’ve liked to have returned here with an army, the Sith army, and take control back over Onderon and her moons for the Sith and the Naddist that lived deep inside him, but that was not his objective this day, this day, he was here to raid a temple. A tomb of one of his ancestors, who had left a holocron locked deep inside it’s stone ruins, a centuries old tablet that had been passed down in the family boasting of immeasurable knowledge to be gained from it. That wasn’t what disgusted the Sith Lord, though. What disgusted him was the final sentence of the tablet – I shall only open at the twilight.
An image of half a moon next to half a sun made it clear – it was referencing a time when light and dark would mix, which meant, with his little understanding of the light side, he would have to enlist help. After the scouts he had sent out confirmed the location of the temple, and that it was sealed, he had begun his planning, including how to gain access. Naturally, he couldn’t walk up the stairs of the Jedi Temple and ask The Council for the assistance in the matter, which had left him with little choice – he had to find an outcast. An outcast or another force user. Anything, just as long as they could get him into the temple where he would find the holocron that he so desired. It had been months of searching for a capable ally, until, eventually, his servants advised him that they had found one willing. A Matukai. He would’ve rathered a lone or grey Jedi, an exile or hermit, however the Matukai would do, and so the offer was made – if he assisted Saiph with accessing his prize, he would be allowed to take his own prize from the riches that were hidden within. Upon news of his acceptance, and with the knowledge that he held the tablet and the knowledge of the ritual to gain entry, the location, time and date were transmitted to this Tsubasa Arus.
”Lord Rayne, we are beginning our final approach into Dxun, and should land in approximately fifteen minutes.” One of the officers told him as they entered the viewing room momentarily, before being greeted with a simple wave of the hand, gesturing for the man to leave. Saiph was not in a good mood. He hated relying on others, and the fact that he had to swallow his pride and ask for help from someone, and a light-sider no less, felt like a burn inside him, as though he had swallowed molten lead that threatened to burn him open from the inside. Eventually, as the ship drew nearer, and he could see the clearing he had decided was their destination coming closer, Saiph slid his mask over his face, securing it with the latches at the back of his head to hide the disgust and disdain from those that would look upon him.
Raising his hood as he walked onto the bridge, he looked at the officer of the Imperial Marines he had brought – only six of them were on the ship, plus the two pilots in total. ”Lieutenant Rhodes, you and your men are to secure the landing site.” He ordered, a flick of his hand activating the ramp, allowing him to descend to the surface of the moon, ”And I want to make this clear. If, for some unknown reason this Matukai comes out alone, I want you to do everything you can to stop him.” As soon as his words finished, he spun on his heel, storming from the bridge and down the ramp onto the surface of Dxun.
A storm was raging on the moon, and quickly Saiph could feel the cloak he wore over his armour and mask beginning to soak. He was oblivious to it, though, just as he was oblivious to the lightning and thunder that was illuminating an otherwise dark sky. It was only a short trek from the landing site to the tomb, which had remained closed for centuries, emblazoned with the same sun-and-moon hieroglyph that adorned the tablet that he had studied ever since he had been made aware of it as a child. It was, however, not the image his eyes focused on, but the figure sitting off to the side, as if he were waiting for something, or someone.
”So, you must be the Matukai.” Saiph remarked, the usual air of arrogance in his voice. He was, after all, a Sith Lord, a Praetor no less, and in his mind, he was above this force wizard whose focus was on the living body, ”So we’re clear, you help me get what I want, and you can take whatever you want from within. I’m going to assume, Matukai, that you don’t have any issue with that agreement?” His questioning was blunt and direct, undoubtedly, but he was in no mood to negotiate the agreement there at the site. His tone purely indicated that the question was rhetorical.
An image of half a moon next to half a sun made it clear – it was referencing a time when light and dark would mix, which meant, with his little understanding of the light side, he would have to enlist help. After the scouts he had sent out confirmed the location of the temple, and that it was sealed, he had begun his planning, including how to gain access. Naturally, he couldn’t walk up the stairs of the Jedi Temple and ask The Council for the assistance in the matter, which had left him with little choice – he had to find an outcast. An outcast or another force user. Anything, just as long as they could get him into the temple where he would find the holocron that he so desired. It had been months of searching for a capable ally, until, eventually, his servants advised him that they had found one willing. A Matukai. He would’ve rathered a lone or grey Jedi, an exile or hermit, however the Matukai would do, and so the offer was made – if he assisted Saiph with accessing his prize, he would be allowed to take his own prize from the riches that were hidden within. Upon news of his acceptance, and with the knowledge that he held the tablet and the knowledge of the ritual to gain entry, the location, time and date were transmitted to this Tsubasa Arus.
”Lord Rayne, we are beginning our final approach into Dxun, and should land in approximately fifteen minutes.” One of the officers told him as they entered the viewing room momentarily, before being greeted with a simple wave of the hand, gesturing for the man to leave. Saiph was not in a good mood. He hated relying on others, and the fact that he had to swallow his pride and ask for help from someone, and a light-sider no less, felt like a burn inside him, as though he had swallowed molten lead that threatened to burn him open from the inside. Eventually, as the ship drew nearer, and he could see the clearing he had decided was their destination coming closer, Saiph slid his mask over his face, securing it with the latches at the back of his head to hide the disgust and disdain from those that would look upon him.
Raising his hood as he walked onto the bridge, he looked at the officer of the Imperial Marines he had brought – only six of them were on the ship, plus the two pilots in total. ”Lieutenant Rhodes, you and your men are to secure the landing site.” He ordered, a flick of his hand activating the ramp, allowing him to descend to the surface of the moon, ”And I want to make this clear. If, for some unknown reason this Matukai comes out alone, I want you to do everything you can to stop him.” As soon as his words finished, he spun on his heel, storming from the bridge and down the ramp onto the surface of Dxun.
A storm was raging on the moon, and quickly Saiph could feel the cloak he wore over his armour and mask beginning to soak. He was oblivious to it, though, just as he was oblivious to the lightning and thunder that was illuminating an otherwise dark sky. It was only a short trek from the landing site to the tomb, which had remained closed for centuries, emblazoned with the same sun-and-moon hieroglyph that adorned the tablet that he had studied ever since he had been made aware of it as a child. It was, however, not the image his eyes focused on, but the figure sitting off to the side, as if he were waiting for something, or someone.
”So, you must be the Matukai.” Saiph remarked, the usual air of arrogance in his voice. He was, after all, a Sith Lord, a Praetor no less, and in his mind, he was above this force wizard whose focus was on the living body, ”So we’re clear, you help me get what I want, and you can take whatever you want from within. I’m going to assume, Matukai, that you don’t have any issue with that agreement?” His questioning was blunt and direct, undoubtedly, but he was in no mood to negotiate the agreement there at the site. His tone purely indicated that the question was rhetorical.
