8 hours ago,
Boral, Dajorra System
The party made their way towards the temple, its crumbling structure was covered in vines. If you looked hard enough, you could still make out carvings of faces and symbols. This whole place was disturbing.
Wolf used the control pad to guide the grav platform down the cracked and crumbling pavement that formed the surface of the road. The path lead towards two great obelisks that flanked the roadway, forming a gateway of some kind.
Celahir sent Rins’zler on ahead to see if he could pick up anything on his scanners. Additionally, he was to make sure their route was clear.
The Knight carefully walked down the long path towards the disheveled temple and its courtyard in the distance. The broken statues that lined the road seemed to almost be alive. He had his sensors set to maximum and was picking up and flagging every source of movement, heat and energy. He couldn’t be too careful in this environment. Rins’zler walked through the vast opening that was flanked by the two obelisks and turned to look at them. Their surface was dark and glassy yet they seemed to flow and writhe like oil. Part of him was disturbed by this, but another was intrigued. The Arconan reached out and touched one of the obelisks, the surface was solid, yet oily. He could detect little else about them. As he passed through the entrance he suddenly became aware of not being alone, he felt as if he was being watched by a thousand eyes. The sensation surrounded him, as if coming from all sides. In the back of his mind he could hear a faint voice that seemed garbled and confused. It was trying to tell him something in faint whispers. The Knight continued on his way. He commed Celahir as he walked in order to report what he had found so far. After receiving an acknowledgement, he stretched out with the force. He wanted to feel as well as see his surroundings in order to get a better understanding of what they faced. As he did, the tendrils of smoke began to wither and move away, as if whatever he was doing was anathema to them. The voices however were getting stronger and clearer the closer he got to the temple.
Back with the equipment the team were just passing through the gap between the obelisks. Both Celahir and Ood seemed unaffected by the tendrils of fog that emerged from the stone, nor did they seem phased by the sense of being watched. Lonewolf was another story. The Knight stopped suddenly, the grav platform almost running him down before it’s proximity sensors stopped it. Celahir and Ood turned round to see what was going and they saw the Knight stood still staring at the floor where the fog was wrapping itself around his feet. As suddenly as it began, the fog dissipated and Lonewolf appeared to return to himself.
The Knight looked around, he shook his head as if to clear it, “What the hell was that?”
Celahir and Ood looked at each other and the Neti responded, “This place is filled with spirits from the past, I suspect one sensed your hesitation, and tried to capitalize on it. I suggest we keep moving.”
Up ahead Rins’zler was continuing his scouting. Suddenly his senses and mask picked up movement, it was coming from somewhere on the grounds, beyond his sight. Perhaps obscured by the debris. Rins’zler disliked this situation The overgrown areas and debris fields created ambush areas that could only be cleared by springing the potential trap. Reaching out with the force he tried to sense what was beyond. He couldn’t sense any lifeforms. Yet there were faint echoes of the force. More importantly, he could detect hatred, mindless hatred. That was all the information he needed. The Arconan reached into his robes and removed two tubular objects, Class-A Thermal Detonators. The type favoured by the Empire. After depressing a combination of buttons on them, he threw both in different directions… He quickly ducked behind the nearest wall to await the detonations.Yet no sound greeted him. Looking up, he found both spheres - deactivated - hovering directly in front of his face. The Neti looked incandescent in rage as he held the devices in place with a greater power and level of control than Rins’zler had sensed in a long time. Most Force users of this level kept their power tightly controlled unless angered or provoked.
“Have you taken leave of your senses, Fool! Why don’t you bring the entire structure down before we can even enter it. Do you have any idea of the structural integrity of that Temple? Or of the tunnel network and the catacombs? Do any of those run under this courtyard? Do any secret tunnels run below us? I think not! So keep the explosions to a minimum or I’ll use find another use for you… I do believe I can convince the Shadow Lady that it was necessary.”
Feeling chastised and angry, he turned to respond, “I have been blowing things up since I was eight. I know what I am doing, but perhaps your actions were for the best. You know this place better than me.” recovering the cylindrical detonators and placing them in their proper places on his belt, “At least we can use these later if needed. I have preset these beauties with variable blast radius and shape. hey shouldn’t be enough to bring down the building on top of us.”
The knight wandered closer to the temple. Its monolithic structure lay before him. Unlike the rest of the complex, it seemed to be largely intact. It’s huge entrance lay atop a monumental stairway and was seemingly sealed by darkness and shadows. Rins’zler suddenly became aware of the voices. He could understand them! They spoke of horrors and ghosts. However before he could try to make sense of what they were saying, they seemingly stopped.
The grounds around him were suddenly shrouded in silence. No movement, even when he stretched out with the force he could sense nothing. Rins’zler suddenly became aware that something was beckoning him to enter the Temple. He could feel something trying to pull him in, it was as if a magnet was trying to bring him closer. Rins’zler was suddenly aware that he was moving towards the door, his legs carrying him towards the black portal. The pulling sensation seemed to be getting stronger and stronger the closer he got. He could feel a soft caress flowing around him, almost like a dark hand caressing him.
Then he heard the voice, “Before you lies the answer you seek. You want to save your wife? We can help you do that! Bring her back perhaps? Come young Jedi… Enter the temple! Give in! SUBMIT TO OUR POWER!”” As the voice lost its allure and warped into enraged darkness,he could feel an ancient presence brush aside the dark presence to a certain degree. Hundreds of voices screaming in a maddened fit, “He’s MINE! At least for now. Begone! This one belongs to the Neti!”
It was then that Rins’zler felt something click within his mind. Ceasing his forward motion, He noticed he was mere meters away from the stairway leading up to the Temple., He could still hear the voice and feel the pull, but it was diminished, as if it had found a new target. Without warning a great scream emerged from the entrance, throwing Rins’zler clear of the foot of the stairs and into a clear area that was once part of a grand parade ground. If it wasn’t for his Beskar’gam, he would probably have been seriously injured. As it was his armour took most of the impact. Despite his daze he heard the sounds of running and saw Celahir appear over him, offering him a hand to help him up.
The Kiffar spoke as he pulled RIns’zler up off the ground and helped him steady himself, “What the kriff happened.”” Celahir paused and looked at Ood “That scream… What was that? And how did it throw a grown man forty feet across an open space?”
Ood looked over at the Quaestor “This place is alive. Can you not feel it? Or even hear it?” the Neti chuckled to himself “That was what happens when the corrupted spirit of the last Battlemaster Gatekeeper encounters the fragmented mind of a rather strong and experienced Warlord who has delved deeply into the esoteric secrets of the dark side of the Force. Let us set up camp in this clearing, Our window is running out.”
The group began to set up their shelters close to the stairway, shifting debris to create a makeshift wall to ensure a semblance of security. After the scream, even Ood seemed determined to hurry up. Rins’zler deployed sensors and remote weapons around the perimeter of the camp, then set about getting some food ready. His nerves were still somewhat shaken after what he has experienced, he hoped a decent meal would help settle him down. Then he realized something, “What window?”
“Do you think this should be this easy to accomplish?” the Neti began to grin, “Several of the Clan’s strongest are currently in deep meditation, making sure the strongest echoes and spirits within this Temple are not awakened by our disturbance. We won’t have to deal - hopefully - with any Elders or - Force Forbid - an echo of one of the Dark Lords that once called this place home! Now get back to work, we have about 8 hours of rest before we can safely enter the structure.”