Entrance Quonset Shelter
Former School of Learning Site
Tombs Of Urias Orian
Inos Moon 42
The winds outside howled as the darkening moon entered it’s transit behind the gas giant Inos. The quonset hut’s duracrete doors closed slowly, shutting out the frigid air. Two figures stood in the departure hall shaking off ice crystals from heavy coats as they were hung from a peg on the wall. Crystals of rime-frost glittered on the armor underneath on one of the figures.
The outpost was small. In the old days, Teu Sadow had created an institute of learning here. The facility had fallen into disrepair during the chaos that had overtaken the system during the grinding wars of the Crusade. The School had been a model of the Clan’s training program, and many Dark Jedi had come here to learn and test themselves in the shadow of the Dark Side site’s eerie emanations.
Now, under the Orian Authority some portion of the School was being rebuilt. The garrison was small, and no Verpine were on station here. The insectile aliens simply did not care for the cold. A few heavily dressed troopers of the Warhost moved here and there, mostly engineers laying wires and doing construction work. One of the human officers turned and greeted the newcomers.
“Proconsul Sadow, Commander Turelles, welcome. I am Lieutenant Drass, commander of this makeshift facility. We were not informed we would be having guests. My apologies for the sparseness of the accommodations.”
“I am Proconsul no longer Lieutenant Drass,” replied the Sith Elder as he opened his helm and peered about. “You may call me Marshal Commander. We are here to continue the explorations below. We won’t be needing any accommodations."
"We will, however, be needing a fusion droid and spelunking supplies.” Daedric began checking his kit as he counted ration bars and water.
“Our supplies are limited and not of the most modern technology Commander Turelles, but I can get you what we have. We did gather some equipment from a pirate vessel we found crashed nearby.” The officer turned and gestured to two enlisted men. “I imagine it was a ship that was damaged by Commander Sonjie’s patrols.”
“Consul Sonjie now bears the name of Sadow,” chuckled the Alchemist.
Daedric spoke up. “He did an excellent job on crushing the last of the scum out here. And now, he is our leader. He’ll do a fine job I’m sure.”
“I’d be interested in a last hot meal and some tea, if you don’t mind. I’m curious to see how the area has fared since we were last here. Is the Tukata still here?” Macron said as he pored over the pile of supplies. Various parts and cables were packed into a rucksack and a small fusion droid hopped once as it was activated.
“It … is,” replied Drass as the three entered a smaller chamber of the shelter and sat down. An empty crate served as a makeshift table between them. “The Sith Hound keeps to itself near the entrance to the Tombs proper. I can’t tell whether it means to keep us out, or other things in. It doesn’t seem to require much in the way of foodstuffs, however and leaves us alone for the most part.” A small hotplate heated the ration stew, and he poured tea from a thermos.
“They don’t need to eat much, no. The theory is that somehow they can subsist on the energy of the Dark Side for long periods of time.” The Alchemist sipped his tea thoughtfully.
“Our trip to Korriban recently backs that theory up. Those Hissis had been there a long time…” Daedric looked lost in thought as the scenes from Korriban replayed in his mind. “This place has a similar feel.”
“If I had to guess, the Tukata serves both purposes as a gatekeeper.” The madman smiled grimly. “This time we intend to map and explore the Tombs and the mines below all the way to the end. If there is one. We’ll either come back enlightened, or die trying. It is the way of the Sith to seek such a challenge.”