Zakatiel Rhinehart
Dec 2nd, 2002, 11:05:50 PM
With a dull thud, the security doors of the abandoned base hit the floor. The Hinges neatly sliced through with a lightsaber. The said lightsaber was humming softly as the owner walked over the doors. He had found the old military base in the deep jungles of a unknown planetoid. In fact, the planet's system itself wasn't even in the charts. It was far outter rim so he was not suprised. Judging by the look of the crumbling control panel outside, Zakatiel predicted it to be from the glory days of the Old Republic. Walking around the corner, his foot met a little resistance as it crunched down on something. Bending to one knee, keeping his lightsaber lit to cast light, Zakatiel could make out the mummified remains of the upper body of a human. A rusted ancient blaster was in his hands. Looking further down the dark corridor, he could barely make out what looked like the lower half of the dead soilder. Slowly, Zakatiel stands and heads further into the ancient base, interested at what he might find in the depths.