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"It's so quiet."
Carsacc lifted the edge of his Jedi robe and coughed into it, trying not to breath in the excess dust that plagued the ancient site at Korriban. Tall, broken statues towered above the two humans, spearing the crimson sky. Even the frequent dust storms had not managed to permanently bury the ancient tombs. Of course, the activity forty years ago had cleared some of the statues and temples for use farther down the valley. But that had not been here. Not in this valley where… where the Dark Lord of the Sith had passed before.
"Eh, the Jedi wouldn't have said that. They would have said something about dark powers and feelings of hatred that emanated from the planet's very core. Or something like that." He shrugged. He couldn't feel anything, but the place would have sent chills up anyone's spine, regardless of whether or not they were Force-sensitive.
The girl looked at him and blinked. "I thought you said…"
"Never mind." He waved her off, looking around. Where was it? The place she needed to see? He scowled. They had landed in a place he knew had once been excavated, long ago, but there were no signs of that now, other than the few statues too tall to be buried. The tips of the strangely marked, staggering pillars held silt and orange sand. In some places the dirt sloped down to open for the mouths of temple doors. He turned around. There it was. "That way," he pointed, motioning to an upward hill framed by a broken archway. He started towards it.
"Is that where…" The girl seemed unsure of what to say, or how to ask. He didn't answer. Instead he kept leading her up the long walk. She shivered.
"Your intuition or your 'luck?'" he asked quietly. He wasn't surprised by the shortness in his voice. Any sane person would feel fear here, even if they needed to hide it. Any sane person wouldn't come to the Valley of the Sith Lords, though.
She glowered at him, then stopped when she noticed the lip of a cave. "Should we…"
"No!" He snapped, looking back forcefully. She jumped back as if a snake had struck at her. "No," he repeated. "It would be dangerous to enter there. As it is, it is dangerous enough that we are treading on several ancient paths. I suggest you follow me." He turned and continued coldly, squaring his shoulders, as he trudged up the steep, slick path. Bones of corpses jutted at odd angles from the dirt. He knew better than to investigate, though.
"Yes, Master," she grumbled.
"Don't call me that!" He snapped, spinning so fast that she nearly collided into him "This is not a place to joke about masters or powers," he hissed. "It is real enough here regardless that there are no true Sith or Jedi left in the world. If you don't understand that, turn back now." He kept his finger level with her nose, staring shortly at her.
She matched his eyes angrily, holding them for a moment. He noticed that her green eyes seemed deceptively rebellious, but she nodded. "I understand."
"Good." He stormed around, and without another word, he led her further up to the ancient Sith academy.