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last_kallig(OOC: Some lines taken from canon.)
Ibani leaves the safety of Milliways, guided by a feeling of 'rightness' that she can't explain.
She inhales the dry, cold air of Korriban as the door swings shut behind her. "Now or never, I suppose."
A speeder takes her far out from the Academy, into the wilder parts of the Valley. Slaves and soldiers go mad out here, twisted by the dark energies of the Tombs into near-mindless aggression. They don't last long, but for the days and weeks that they live they are a dangerous threat. Blasters and swords can kill one just as readily as a tukata's jaws or a shyrack's talons, Acolyte or no.
Ibani reaches out with the Force, looking for other minds amidst the sand and stones. She swears internally in the tongue of the Ancient Sith. From the feel of things, an entire squad went mad out there and recently too! They still feel very healthy and very aggressive, and, of course, they are camped directly in her way.
The Force is her ally for the next hour as she separates the former soldiers from one another, hits them with force lightning to hold them still, and then dispatches them with her warblade. It's a bloody, thankless task that nets her a few blaster burns and cuts from her prey.
It is, almost, a relief to make her way inside of Marka Ragnos' tomb. The red stone walls block out the wind and the sand, shrouding the tomb in an eerie silence.
The tomb itself provides surprisingly light resistance, unless one counts shyracks and tukata. Best of all, the traps appear to have all been disarmed long ago by the Imperial method of 'throwing people at them'. Ibani steps over the bones of these unfortunates as she winds her way deeper into the tomb, toward the central chamber.
At last, she comes to the pillar, a massive spire of stone surrounded by shaky scaffolding. A climb to the top reveals a pyramidal crystal cap that hints at its contents.
Many, many hours later, the crystal pyramid is still closed. Ibani has tried every trick she knows, every obscure rite of opening she's ever read of. She's tried her own blood, tukata blood, shyrack blood, all to no avail.
In a fit of rage, frustration and despair she sends a burst of lightning at the crystal. "JUST OPEN, DAMN IT!"
The crystal shudders and opens like a flower, revealing the holocron.
Ibani stares at it for a moment, almost hysterical laughter bubbling up. Somehow, she has done the impossible.
She takes the holocron from its resting place, gently cradling the price of her continued survival.
Ibani leaves the safety of Milliways, guided by a feeling of 'rightness' that she can't explain.
She inhales the dry, cold air of Korriban as the door swings shut behind her. "Now or never, I suppose."
A speeder takes her far out from the Academy, into the wilder parts of the Valley. Slaves and soldiers go mad out here, twisted by the dark energies of the Tombs into near-mindless aggression. They don't last long, but for the days and weeks that they live they are a dangerous threat. Blasters and swords can kill one just as readily as a tukata's jaws or a shyrack's talons, Acolyte or no.
Ibani reaches out with the Force, looking for other minds amidst the sand and stones. She swears internally in the tongue of the Ancient Sith. From the feel of things, an entire squad went mad out there and recently too! They still feel very healthy and very aggressive, and, of course, they are camped directly in her way.
The Force is her ally for the next hour as she separates the former soldiers from one another, hits them with force lightning to hold them still, and then dispatches them with her warblade. It's a bloody, thankless task that nets her a few blaster burns and cuts from her prey.
It is, almost, a relief to make her way inside of Marka Ragnos' tomb. The red stone walls block out the wind and the sand, shrouding the tomb in an eerie silence.
The tomb itself provides surprisingly light resistance, unless one counts shyracks and tukata. Best of all, the traps appear to have all been disarmed long ago by the Imperial method of 'throwing people at them'. Ibani steps over the bones of these unfortunates as she winds her way deeper into the tomb, toward the central chamber.
At last, she comes to the pillar, a massive spire of stone surrounded by shaky scaffolding. A climb to the top reveals a pyramidal crystal cap that hints at its contents.
Many, many hours later, the crystal pyramid is still closed. Ibani has tried every trick she knows, every obscure rite of opening she's ever read of. She's tried her own blood, tukata blood, shyrack blood, all to no avail.
In a fit of rage, frustration and despair she sends a burst of lightning at the crystal. "JUST OPEN, DAMN IT!"
The crystal shudders and opens like a flower, revealing the holocron.
Ibani stares at it for a moment, almost hysterical laughter bubbling up. Somehow, she has done the impossible.
She takes the holocron from its resting place, gently cradling the price of her continued survival.
