[center][b]3997 BBY[/b]

    "The Dark Lords of the Sith have risen again. Together, we will bring down the galaxy." 
    ―Exar Kun to Ulic Qel-Droma[/center]


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Something is brewing in the Galaxy, something sinister. With so much change arising around us, it's all too easy to miss something small. 

Something small like a Jedi Master and his Padawan going missing in action on the desolate glacier planet, Hoth. Jedi Master Lako'nas has been a great asset to the Jedi Order, and his Padawan, Evamadi Tashar shows great potential. I fear the worst has happened. You know that I have had my suspicions about him for some time - I fear for young Evamadi.

The Dark Side is spreading like a disease, and the Sith grow ever stronger. We must discover what happened to Master Lako'nas - dead or alive, we must know what happened.

I wish for you to go there at once - take whomever you need to in order to get the job done.

Return to me with a conclusion to this. I leave it in your hands, Master Quanades.


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[u][b]3997 BBY[/b][/u]
[color=0076a3]H O T H
U N D E R G R O U N D   T U N N E L[/color]

	Her thumbs twitched relentlessly against the console of the recording device. Her breath a mist against the display, the buttons hard to move in the current temperatures. She shivered again, the tiny flames dancing and fluttering against the bitter breeze that continued to roll in through the tiny cracks of the collapsed rock. The human female's teeth chattered as she hugged herself close, her grey eyes flicking between the device and what remained of a droid unit, crushed beneath rock. She had scavenged what she could, and part of what she was able to retrieve was this device. Her last hope.

Young Evamadi Tashar had thought this to be a trip like any other with her Master, she had no reason to fear or distrust him.

She kept trying, and trying at the device. Eventually, the lights shot on, and it began to bleep. Sh had caught a signal. It was now or never; "To anyone out there, I need help. My ship crashed here and my Master is missing. My name is Evamadi Tashar. If this signal reaches you please come find me on Hoth..." 

She thought hard about where she was, if there were co-ordinates - if there was some way she could figure them out. Truthfully, she couldn't even remember how she got here, or how long it had been. Was it a day? Was it two? Or a week maybe? It was hard to tell. All she knew now were that her resources were running completely dry - this was her last shot to be saved. 

As she finished her recording, she saw the device switch off once more. It was fried, and so was she. Her face showed despair, mouth agape in horror, tears filling her eyes. In a burst of rage she yelled out through the cave; "NOOOOOOOOOO!!!" her voice echoing through the tunnel caused a rumble overhead. Or was it The Force? Whatever it was, caused another rockfall - and the Young Padawan by now was so tired, so cold, she couldn't move fast enough... A terible sight it was as the rocks tumbled upon her, leaving only an outstretched arm, the hand clinging still tightly to the device. The flames extinguished but there was light...

[center]The device reactivated...[/center]