« Last post by Deep Thought on November 12, 2018, 11:43:48 PM »
Illya gently moved a cord, setting off a small buildup of static, clearing some of the distortions. The face was of a prominent jedi, at least before her time in stasis. "Atris" She seemed to recall, was the name, or something close to it.
"The Sith Lord is as arrogant as he is heartless," she said, her blue hologram illuminating the kiosk, "He seems to think that even with his forces scattered, he can still take us on uninhibited. At least we know he's easy to track, as his hunger for the life force of others seems insatiable! Still, he cannot hope to match us here. The Miraluka are almost as well connected to the force as us, and will be able to resist him better than most races, and our numbers will overwhelm him in short order when he arrives on the planet. With the third and fifth fleets cutting off his other routes, he'll play right into our hands!"
There was more, but Illya was more interested in a final transmission captured in the archive after now. It was between the same jedi and someone in the temple. As she played it, Illya could feel her throat knot and tilted her head back as her sockets swelled with pools of tears behind her blindfold.
"... you're sure?" Atris asked.
The return voice replied, "I told you, There's nothing left! No people, no animals,- nothing!"
Not sure what the warhammer 40k is, but it sounds interesting. send me thoughts to read on!
"That is- unfortunate," replied the image of Atris, "We never dreamt Nihilus could drain the whole planet, much less do so from orbit. And what of the Temple? Are the holocrons secure?"
"There's no telling. The computers were wiped, and the sith packed this place with so many traps I can't sit without checking where! The fact I managed to get remote access to the main computer terminal to use the transmitter and contact you is promising, but we lost a third of our team just trying to get inside the foyer. I'm not risking any more men. Not even for the Holocron of Eos. I'm pulling my-"
Illya halted the recording, her head tilted as far back as she could manage, before tilting down, letting her lachrymal floodgates spill over her face and blurting out, "Those bone pinching Jackels knew! They knew he was coming and said nothing to us!"
She sobbed on, "Maybe they knew even before my parents started preparing."
Not sure what idea you're referring to, but I'm game. PM me with details and we can compare as we iron out some ideas before we post here.