Nar Shaddaa

Riding high on a wave of success Jo'ren flew back down to Jigunna and went directly to Nem'ro's palace first thing in the morning. He had shaken off the carbonite sickness and was in a good mood. He wondered if Fa'athra would ever live this down, but assumed that Hutts lived long enough to make last night's activities a minor speed bump.

Reasons had assured him that Nem'ro's gratitude would be forthcoming. Even so, he kept Malak's warnings in the back of his mind. Upon arriving in the palace he began to concentrate on the image Darth Malak had shown him, willing the force to give him an indication of where it currently resided.

D3. EM. Seek the vase: 1eF 2 Light Side


(OOC: I'll spend the destiny to use these for activating Seek on the vase if allowed.)

He can feel the vase nearby, could feel the glaze and clay. Nem’ro greets the Sith and then differs to his majordomo an aging female twi’lek who says, “It seems my lord is very popular with the Sith. How can my humble master help you today, Sith?”

Jo'ren bowed to Nem'ro. "Indeed. I hope that mighty Nem'ro enjoyed seeing his old enemy embarrassed last night? It was a pleasure to help him get his revenge."

The Sith looked from the Hutt to the Twi'lek and back.

"It is my hope that, in exchange, mighty Nem'ro would kindly grant me access to a piece of history that currently rests in his palace."

The majorodomo says, “Nem’ro could be obliged in his humble magnificence to offer such a boon. He does not do so lightly, you have impressed him but such a boon would solidify your friendship.”

“One he may call upon if he has need in the future.”

A smile spread across the handsome Sith's face in response. "Of course. That is fair and I would expect nothing less. I accept, and look forward to our continued and improving friendship mighty Nem'ro."

A Hutt who couldn't make that sort of deal was no Hutt.

With the understanding made the majordomo invites the Sith into another room where Nem’ro keeps many treasures. Many unique items from across the galaxy, there is of course droid security to keep things orderly.

He finds the vase.

Jo'ren whistled as he looked around the room. "This is quite the collection. Your master has a good eye for this stuff."

He noted the position of the vase and turned to the majordomo. "Mind if I have the room? Don't expect I'll be long but this isn't something I need to share."

"The droids will remain, best I can do between friends," she offers.

He shrugged. "Works for me." Once she had left he made his way over to the vase and took a better look at it. He had imagined taking it back to the ship and opening it there with Malak, but the Holocron could wait for the moment. He would try to find Revan's secret himself first.

First he looked around for any markings. If there was nothing obvious he would reach inside, bracing himself for whatever was to come.

OOC: Perception or Knowledge Lore at average plus a Boost die since he knows what he is looking for.

He didn't immediately notice anything, but even so something turned to his advantage. Whatever it was, he would find it.

D3. Vase. Average Perception. Bonus die: 2eA+1eB+2eD 1 failure, 2 advantage

There is script on the inside and he cannot read but he has seen it before, it's an old Sith script, if he had a scholar of Sith lore they might be able to make sense of it. There were digital texts on Korriban that could help.

Jo'ren looked at the words and remembered lessons with Lord Savas that he had not paid enough attention to. Well, he should have known it wouldn't be quite so easy as all that. He quickly set to recording the text into his datapad, taking pictures and making sure he had captured everything correctly.

Lastly he reached out with the force to see if there was anything there. An echo of the past perhaps?

D3. Vase. Sense: 1eF 1 Dark Side


Success.

The vase resonates with darkness and violence, where he touches it he can see blood. He can hear a voice, a male voice say, “Nem’ro will hold onto this until I need it.”

He can hear Malak’s voice, “I don’t think trusting a Hutt is a good idea, even Nem’ro.”

The voice counters, “The Council would not be any better.”

“Master, I think you are not giving them the benefit of the doubt. I know we have defied them but I don’t think we should turn them aside. They might yet see reason,” Malak replies.

“The path we walk, there is no turning back my apprentice, if we return this way and have need of this, then you will understand,” the voice replies.

The rush of the Force slips away.

He shuddered as the images receded and he was left alone with the droids and Nem'ro's treasures. There was a cold sweat on his brow and he checked to make sure the blood was just an illusion.

Jo'ren picked the vase up and shook it lightly to judge whether anything else was contained within.

It is empty but his for the taking.

Picking up the vase he walked over to the robots and told them he was ready to leave. As they walked through the treasure room he pulled out his communicator and checked for messages.

One was sent to Thy: "And I... Lived! See you soon I'm sure."

Another to Reasons: "Great to work with you again. Enjoy the sponsorship. Don't be a stranger."

There is a reply from Thy:

Good, no dying today. Not allowed. Saw you doing the Huttball. Trying to become a celebrity now? I better get my autograph now so I can say I knew you when... 0_o

He responded quickly before leaving the palace:

'Sure, that can be arranged. For my biggest fan.'