Post by Hiaca Evenstar on Oct 15, 2007 21:07:44 GMT
Hiaca stood in an open plain on Dantooine his lightsaber in hand. A strong wind blew from the east making his gray robes flap around as it forcefully flew through the plain. He took another look of his surroundings, although it wasn't much, a flat, grassy plain, lacking trees and wildlife surrounded by a high risinging cliff with no exits, save one. The sun had already begun to sink behind the large cliffs and the last rays of sunlight were slowly being dragged away. Once he had gathered in the geography of the area, Hiaca clipped his saber to his belt and sat down in the brownish-green grass, legs crossed and began to search. Through the Force he spread out his awareness looking for a trace of the long forgoten item, the whole reason for his being there. An item of extraordinary power that could extend his and anyother being's life to endless lengths. A power that could even revive the dead and create new life. A holocron. A holocron made by Darth Plagueis himself. The only problem was finding it. Obviously such great power and knowledge would have to be hidden very well to prevent it from falling into the hands of one not worthy or skilled enough to access and use this awesome power. "This would go much smoother if there was no interference." Hiaca said sensing some sort of trouble.
