STAR WARS: RETROSPECTION - Desecration

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"Which way do you want to go first, then?" Rianna asks. "Not too fond of the idea of splitting up, personally..."

"We won't," Galder says. "Let's go through the left courtyard exit. See where it takes us."

Turn left!

The left exit leads to a crumbled corridor that eventually brings you to a staircase that went up to the second floor. Looks like it should still be stable.

Galder will cautiously make his way up the crumbling stairs, curious about the second floor.

You don't sense any danger, though the stairs aren't exactly easy to ascend, and sometimes it's more like simply climbing a steep hill because the steps have almost entirely worn away.

At the top you can go right or left.

"The left seems...I don't know...it feels weird," Rianna comments. "I think that's the way we want to go..."

"I always did like left," Galder says, following Rianna's direction. He remains ready to jump into action, expecting remainders ofDusan's pirates or ancient traps to be around the corner.

There are no pirates up here; considering the strange chill that you feel up here, you wouldn't be surprised if they mostly avoided it. You probably destroyed a significant number of their group, anyway, if not the majority of it.

The left corridor eventually opens into what must have once been some sort of library, thousands of years back.

Anything of note in this room? Any tomes or grimoires or great works of Sith poetry?

Probably, if you feel like poking around! The room is pretty well wrecked but surely there's something amongst the wreckage here.

Rianna's already wandered off to explore.

"Don't go too far, princess," Galder says. "Rura, stay with her. Taiza, with me. Stay in the library."

Galder will start looking about and digging through the debris to see if he can find the Holocron or any of the Sith tomes that may have once lined the shelves.

"Surprisingly enough, a library is one place I feel comfortable," Rianna comments as she disappears behind a set of shelves that is still largely intact, Rura following not far behind her. "We're fine here, I think."

You find a few ancient tomes, but most of them fall apart as you pick them up to look through them; the scraps that remain intact are in languages that you can't read. Taiza pokes around as well, finding a few small gems that seem to satisfy her, but that strike you as nothing significant at all.

Galder gets frustrated, though he put a few of the tomes into his pack if they seem durable enough. He leaves the ones that become dust when he touches them.

"Finding what you came for?" Galder asks Taiza as they move through the room.

"These should be enough to last me a while," she comments, tucking them into a pocket.

A small flash catches the corner of your eye as you pass a small pedestal.

Galder glances back that way, doing a double-take at what he suspects may be what he came for.

Broken bits of glass with a twisted metal framework.

You're not sure exactly what it is but I'm sure you have a good idea what it may be.

Galder will go over and examine it.

The metal framework is decorated with delicate yet intricate designs; the glass shards are decorated similarly. The pieces that are large enough to tell. The framework is a bit warped and bent out of shape, but you can tell that it is meant to be a pyramid.

You have a sneaking suspicion that this is the holocron you were looking for...

Galder sighs, but kneels down to examine the smashed holocron closer. Does it look totally unusable or can Galder use his rudimentary repair skills?

You doubt that there's any way of repairing it; some of the glass panes are still relatively whole, but there's pieces of it missing entirely. And even if you could reassemble the actual physical holocron, you have no idea if you'd be able to access the information that had been stored on it once it was damaged like this.

"Is that what you came here looking for?" Taiza says, doubtful.

Galder looks at the shattered pieces distastefully and carefully picks it up.

"Yep," Galder says, a small glimmer of anger slipping into his voice.