Friste moves ahead, staring triumphantly into the next room.
"No, Xavier. Nothing stands between me and my army now."
The next room is vast and cavernous. A walkway goes down the center up to a dark stone altar, with vast mounds of machinery behind it. On either side of the walkway, though are thousands of dark opaque containers that you cannot see into, maybe tens of thousands.
"They are not enough to fully subjugate the Republic," Friste says. "But with the Key of Mortez, I can recruit those who die in the wake of my army."
Xorn is of the impression that you want to put his and Friste's heads on spikes and declare another victory for the Jedi Order. Which is not far from the truth.
This chamber is unnaturally cold, perhaps part of the preservative process used to keep the soldiers of this army intact, both physically and metaphysically. Friste stops and examines one of the containers.
"Their biological readings are so drastically decreased that they would never show up on a scanner... so near to death, all they need is the spark of life and they will rise at my command..."
Xorn follows, grinding his teeth. The pirates follow cautiously, not entirely sure what they are doing here on this dead world in a room full of nearly dead people...