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On the darkened deck of his chip, a man sat leaning over the console with a solemn look etched across his face. He looked out of the window to the desolate planet of Hoth. The ground now a deep shade of blue in the night, the snow and ice glowing back against it. Everything about this planet was cold and lifeless. The man's eyes were glowing, in the palm of his left hand sat a cinnabar red prism in a gunmetal cage. It was floating just so, slowly turning. The only illumination on board the ship.

He sat so quietly, meditatively, fixated on the vast ice desert in front of him. His mind elsewhere. He had obtained one piece of the puzzle, but at what cost? 

His robes were pristine. Black, and conformed to his toned physique. His face bore lines in it of age, and his hair was greying in areas - sprinklings of salt and pepper against the raven that covered him and fell to his shoulders. He didn't move, and remained still for some time. Finally, the Prism became weighted once more and dropped back into his palm, clenching the fist of his right hand. He then grit his teeth, exhaling sharply, nostrils flaring. [i]Sensing something...[/i]

He stood up and placed the Holocron into a lock box underneath the flight console of the ship, the lights flicking back on. It was time to leave, he could feel in the Force that there were others out there. Some looking for him, some for the Padawan, and others for the Holocron. All they would find here would be a dead end, a false trail. He had been careful, no, methodical, in his mission to collect the Holocron. He had left no traces behind. Only a body, but that had been a necessary sacrifice. With a swift movement of his hands across the console, he started up the ship, hands hovering over a small device with a flashing button. As he made his way away from Hoth, he pressed the button...

Suddenly, lights appeared on the surface of the planet, bright lights and flames. It had been an explosion. A spray of debris flew forth from the entrance of a cavern built deep within an icy cliff, and the force of the explosion jolted the structure of the cliff. Bringing down a huge chunk of ice into the ground with a shatter. Satisfied with the result, the Jedi Master hurried on his way, a haunting chuckle erupting from his lips. 

Whomsoever came here looking for his prize wouldn't find it, but they would be sure to know that someone had. The next part of his plan was to contact one by the name of Drakran. It was his turn now to take action. To assemble any and all dark allies. The chain of prophesied events had begun, and there was nobody out there able to stop him now... There was just one more Holocron to find, and everything would fall into place. He would find what he was seeking. He grew frustrated as his thoughts crept over the second Holocron. He had no idea where it was. Only that it did exist, he would have to continue to meditate on that which was in his possession to bring him closer to it. He clenched both fists again in anger. It would be his sooner or later, he would bring forth all of his wrath to obtain it. He just had to find out [i]where[/i].


[color=007236]E R I A D U
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Success. The smoke billowed up into the air like a tower, curling and moving with the breeze. The heat radiating from the wreckage as the cloaked figure watched the ship burn from only a short distance. Proud of the work which had been done, taking pride in it - remaining arrogantly close to the scene of mayhem they had created. [i]This will hold you off...[/i] they thought to themselves as a crowd sprang forth from within the cantina to observe. 

The cloaked stranger then made their way fully from the scene by way of a rather disheveled looking speeder. It was enough, and nobody was paying attention - all eyes were on the carnage. [i]It is done then...[/i] They thought, a mental note to let the fallen Jedi Lako'nas know that they had been successful in delaying the arrival of Master Quanades and his pathetic Padawan. They would be too late now, the game of cat and mouse had begun. 

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