Nerfherders of the Old Republic
You boot up the holorecord, and the image flickers to life. A humanoid wearing a wide-brimmed mask, with a dark hood draped over it sits, holding a pyramidal object, tracing the edges with his finger. As the sleeves of this robe slide down his arm you can see think, black angular lines tracing his forearm. You recognize him as Darth Klassis.
“We’ve lost contact with Katarr. I fear Mage Yoan may not have been up to the task. I’ve dispatched a small squad to investigate, but with Lord Surror monitoring the movements of my Mages, I doubt any useful answers will be provided unless i wish to expose the location of the excavations.”
He puts down the pyramid on a desk in front of him..
“I’ve stopped our dig here, for now. The Old Sith’s holocron mentioned nothing that could silence a base that suddenly. Perhaps a portion of the record is missing, contained in the half the Jedi made off with? Perhaps…”
Klassis reaches forward and picks up the holocron, and it slowly begins to fold open. A low, rumbling sound comes from the device, but whatever noise it makes is unintelligble to you..
“If there’s a missing portion here, I could have been wrong about a missing portions here… and… ritual of the continued dreamer? Interesting…”.
The vid shuts off…
And Flickers back on suddenly, displaying a close up of a masked man wearing goggles; Blade Wen, still alive, apparently.
“Thought you poodoo sucking scum would show here.
“I wish we could have piped a live feed down here so we could share this special moment together, but this recording will have to do.
“You’ve been a thorn in my side since the moment i was charged with finding you.
“I’m disappointed your bodies won’t be recoverable, but as long as you’re dead, i’ll be happy.