Through the Eyes of a Snack

[imported_Taja Loraan]

"What lord?" she asked, peering over Tempist's shoulder. The Sith had been too engrossed in studying the directory to notice her returning with the librarian, who swiftly returned to her desk and attempted to ignore their presence. A large tome was tucked under Taja's arm, the pages yellowed and crumbled at the edges; she had come here seeking something very particular, and so locating it had taken little time.

The Dark Jedi looked up curiously at her companion. Something in her expression indicated to Tempist that she didn't wish to be inquired about the volume she carried, at least for the moment.

[Nathanial K'cansce]

Good...

*Snack smiled. He looked over his shoulder to where his slave scampered off to.*

Ilyarna, come...

*He looked back to Jared.*

We're going to the library. It's not big, but it might have what you're looking for...

*And what I'm looking for.

[Ilyarna]

Ilyarna, who had been nowhere to be seen, appeared as if by magic the instant Snack called her. For someone so heavy, she was freakishly light and quiet on her feet.

Jared started a little at her sudden appearing behind him, and she sidled politely past him "excuse me, sir." Coming up beside her Master, she raised chubby fingers to arrange the cuff of her headpeice so that it sat neatly and in place.

[Nathanial K'cansce]

*The walk from Snack's house to the library was short. A few people were out wandering the streets, but for the most part, the town's citizens were in their houses, either eating a meal with their families or do some other activity.

He was the first out of the three to enter the old stone building. It held the smell of old paper, rocks, and moldy air.*

"Greetings, my Lord! Anything I can help you with today?"

*Snack looked back over his shoulder to Jared, and nodded*

Pull up a search on the "Old Tongue Dragons". See if there is any information that could be of use to my comrade.

"Of course."

*Snack nodded with a smile. Turning sharply on his heels, the Dark Lord motioned for Ilyarna to follow. He passed the reference section, noting that a few people were here as well. Though, with emotions and his mind on edge, he did not notice that two of them held familiar signatures in the Force.*

Look for something about the Sith. Maybe scriptures of Old can help me.

[Tempist the Uncaring]

"An old aquaintance...."

Tempist hadn't thought about what he said, or what he'd found. He'd located another darksider he had been alied with, that was enough for him.

...then it hit him.

Snack was here, in this very building. The signature was strong, and dark. It was very distinct, few were still that powerful. It had to be him. The Dark Knight (at this point atleast) closed the tome he'd opened, and looked to Taja.

"We've got an old friend here Lady Loraan."

[Ilyarna]

Keeping close to her Master without actually being in the way was not an easy task, but Ilyarna was getting better and better at it. She followed a few steps behind, craning her head about, her eyes trying to see everything at once.

The library awed her. So many books, so much knowledge. She had never seen anything quite so amazing.

She pulled a dusty volume from a shelf and thumbed through it looking for pictures.

She found some..they were quite disturbing. Sith warriors, weapons and such like. She noticed both Snack and his friend had similar weapons, and she gave a shudder. The images were graphic, she was bound to have nightmares tonight for sure. She closed the book and returned it to its place, preferring to watch and wait, and do as she was bid.

[imported_Taja Loraan]

Her shoulders tensed in trepidation before Tempist worded out her thoughts. What slight color there was in her pallid cheeks drained, her jaws clenching shut. She had sensed the others as soon as they stepped into the library, one of whom was also a former accomplice of Taja's, dating back to her time in the Empire. His darkness, however, was not what fazed her; it was the impression of familiarity she received from him.

She mumbled an apology to her companion before swerving around to turn into the next aisle... and ran straight into the back of a noticeably large woman.

[Ilyarna]

Taja's bump barely registered on Ilyarna's hefty frame. Though she did turn to see just what, or who, had run into her.

A pretty little brunette looked up at her with huge brown eyes. Ilyarna smiled at her.

"Oh, hello"

[Nathanial K'cansce]

Now this is very interesting...

*His senses still dulled enough not to notice anything except for the exert from the old book now in his hand, Snack nodded. Not in understanding, rather the opposite. The passage that Snack had just glanced over, now re-read five times was most intriguing.

A long lineage of Sith peoples had made their home here on Cayss, though kept their presence well hidden. This secret, unbeknownst to them soon leaked, leading to a civil war between Cayss' once allied neighbor planet of Tvangeste. A skirmish that ended quickly yet left a deep scar.*

That's great, but what about my family...?

*He flipped past a few more pages, and took note of another passage. This one stated that long after the aforementioned war, one Sith Lord stayed on Cayss, proclaiming himself Lord and Ruler of the planet. There were many who opposed the tyrant, but he prevailed. Even in his old age, he was still able to fend off many who wished to see him "de-throned". A few more stanzas down the page, a picture appeared. One, that when Snack's eye's found it, made the Dark Lord speechless.

Snack's mouth gated open, his eyes glossed over. He looked like he had seen a ghost.*

It can't be... can it?

*He studied the picture more and then found a date under it. It only had one day, followed by a dash, meaning there was no death day.

So it wasn't... yet it looked...

Snack closed his eyes tight and shook his head. He cleared his mind and reopened his lookers.*

No...

*The librarian should know! She was older than Snack by two generations at least.

But in his dulled-senses state, he turned to his left only to take two steps before running into the backside of Ilyarna.*

Must you be so...

*His eyes, though, met those of a brunette. One who he had known in the past, barely. Her name, however, was lost in Snack's mind. Too much was going on.*

...Ta... Taja?