[h2][center] - Set Harth - [/center][/h2]
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The smirk fading from his face, Set Harth looked upon his surroundings. Cobbled streets, rustic houses, and a stench that indicated that underground sewage was a novelty that had yet to be invented upon the backwards backwater world. Mere moments before he had been overlooking one of his many caches, a collection of artifacts and objects that would cause the Galactic Empress Marasiah Fell to drop out of her fancy throne in awe. And yet now he found himself transported through mysterious means to this other world, or even other time. Regardless, his supernatural senses clearly told him this was not the world of Comoria where he had previously abided. Nor was this any place he had been before, which was notable indeed, for Set Harth prided himself on having been practically everywhere over his impressive span of years. It was a bit of a mystery, but stranger things had happened before, and it was not unknown for unfortunate individuals to be displaced through space and time by the power of the Force. Shrugging, Set merely assumed it had been an unfortunate side effect of one of the many artifacts he had been inspecting - certainly the most plausible explanation.

Stuffing the talismans, amulets and trinkets he had been holding into the myriad hidden pockets about his body, Set set about the next order of business. First he expanded his senses outwards to detect any immediate threat to his being. Almost immediately he was rewarded with a cold sense in the base of his gut as he quickly identified the presence of a Sith Lord of quite some power, although the distance and relative inactivity of this source indicated said Sith Lord was not responsible for Set's current situation. In fact he was almost certain he could recognise this Sith, so distinct was his impression on the Force. After a mere moment of puzzling Set's eyes widened. Why, that was none other than Lord Vader! But certainly the fearsome Sith Lord was dead... it had been over a hundred years since the Empire had fallen, taking both Darth Sidious and his apprentice with it. Certainly not even that dark lord's fearsome power could allow him to resurface after being a hundred years dead? Could it? But the Sith of old had possessed the means to shrug off death as if it were a mere headache, and certainly Sidious had returned from death's cold embrace more than once. Perhaps his apprentice had merely been delayed in his return, and it was that very return that had, most certainly unintentionally, brought Set to this strange world.

Shaking his head the lone darksider hid his own impression upon the Force. He had spent centuries hiding from the Sith and Jedi alike, and he would need to be sniffing Vader's ass before the Sith Lord could sense his presence. And he most certainly wasn't planning on getting that close, or in fact anywhere near him. Those who tangled with Sith Lords rarely lived long lives, and Set had an immortal existence he wasn't planning on abandoning anytime soon. He would figure out what was truly going on later, for now he would need to find himself the first starship that could take him off-world.

Moving among the crowd Set was like a shadow, quickly convincing a passing fellow to give him his clothing. He had learned more languages than most people knew words, and yet this world's tongue was foreign to him. But with his extensive knowledge and powers it was easy to figure out the basics, and soon he was returning greetings and discussing the weather with passers by as if he had lived in this odd place for all of his life. With his change of attire and his friendly attitude he wouldn't stand out all too much, at most gaining the occasional odd glance, as opposed to the others he was now beginning to notice. For certainly there were strangers in this world, figures who seemed to appear out of nowhere, and looked immensely out of place. Strange figures of myriad forms who seemed to pop into existence all over the place, as Set's life-sensing abilities told him. It seemed that whatever had brought him here had brought friends, and considering the rustic era of this realm they were his best shot at acquiring a starship.

Perhaps the most stunning of these unexpected arrivals was what appeared to be a bright pink mecha standing at about twice the height of your average human being. Through the clear glass it was obviously piloted by a brightly attired young lady with odd facepaint. Certainly this made for a striking figure, and they had acquired their own crowd of onlookers as Set arrived. Smiling brightly he walked forward from the crowd, knowing the figure in the mech would be more likely to be confused than dangerous. "Ah, miss! I believe you are a new arrival upon this world? Do not worry, your confusion is perfectly natural. I myself took a moment to adjust when I first arrived." Making an elegant dancer's bow, he smiled at the figure in the mech. The advanced technology required in constructing that mech would certainly lend itself to starship construction, and materials could certainly be gained from the other... arrivals. And this young lady would make an excellent assistant in his goals before he decided to either abandon or kill her.