Exploring the Forgotten Sector II
Date: January 12, 170 BBY, Time: 1:10 P.M., Location: Command Outpost, Varnis Prime, Varnis System, Unknown Regions
The valley below the command outpost stretched out like a vast, untouched emerald sea, its lush jungle terrain only occasionally broken by ancient stone structures barely peeking above the trees. Chasin Momeoran stood alongside his wives — Pulchra, Mugruco, and Sahaz Lor — admiring the vista from their vantage point in the Forgotten Sector, an area long lost to the annals of galactic history.
Over six years, Chasin and his family, alongside a team of explorers, scientists, and archaeologists, had turned this ancient Sith base into a hub for their rediscovery efforts. A holographic map of the Lost Sector floated before them, flickering gently with each rediscovered system highlighted. Chasin reached out to tap on the bright blue marker that signified their current position in the Varnis System, feeling a surge of pride at the progress they'd made.
In the last two and a half years alone, they had uncovered five additional systems: Tamaris, Corvax, Glinar, Sorrenta, and Kelorith. Their map was a growing network of hope, exploration, and ancient history. The scientists and explorers they'd recruited had established small outposts on each planet they could reach, sending back data on everything from rare minerals to native cultures. Today, they prepared to journey to the Tamaris system, their first stop among these newly rediscovered stars.
"Papa, can I look at the stars too?" asked Rylona, Chasin's eldest daughter. The little Zeltron-Human hybrid reached up, her big, sparkling eyes filled with wonder. She had Pulchra's rose-colored skin, giving her a warm presence that her father found calming. Her younger brother, Jarek, a shy Twi'lek-Human hybrid with lekku just starting to show, stood beside her, watching curiously but with a hint of jealousy.
Chasin knelt down, adjusting the holographic display to a lower angle so Rylona could peer at it more closely. "Of course, sweetheart. See this star here? That's where we're going next."
"Will there be treasures there, Papa?" asked Jarek, his voice barely above a whisper, though his eyes brightened with excitement. His mother, Mugruco, a seasoned archaeologist and treasure hunter, had sparked his curiosity and love for history. Chasin ruffled his son's head gently.
"We'll see, little one." Mugruco said with a grin, her own lekku shifting as she knelt beside her son. "Tamaris is said to have temples and relics from civilizations that lived long ago, maybe even older than the Sith."
Just then, Sahaz Lor stepped forward, her ears twitching slightly with excitement. She had been quiet for most of the day, which was unusual, as she was typically enthusiastic about every journey. Finally, she cleared her throat and glanced at her family.
"I have some news." she began, her voice filled with warmth and anticipation. "I found out today why I haven't been feeling well." Her eyes sparkled, and the fur on her cheeks seemed to glow slightly. "I find out that I'm pregnant; It looks like that we will have another addition to the family."
There was a moment of silence as the news sank in. Chasin felt a wave of nervous excitement course through him. The prospect of another child was thrilling but also daunting. Their lives were already an adventure, balancing expeditions into forgotten star systems with raising two lively children, and now... there would be one more.
Pulchra stepped forward, wrapping her arms around Sahaz with a joyful smile. "Congratulations, Sahaz! Another little explorer to join us."
Rylona, sensing the excitement, clapped her hands. "I want a baby sister!" she announced, making everyone chuckle.
Jarek looked up, slightly more reserved, and asked, "Will she come exploring too?"
Chasin smiled, crouching down to pull his children into a gentle embrace. "One day, when they're ready. For now, we'll all just keep showing each other the stars."
Time: 1:30 P.M.
Back inside the outpost, final preparations were underway. Engineers and scientists moved about with purpose, loading the exploration shuttle Celestial Voyager with supplies. The ship's sleek silver frame gleamed under the dim jungle light filtering through the outpost canopy, an image of streamlined purpose. The vessel was designed for both exploration and light cargo, a necessity for their work in the Lost Sector.
As Chasin and his family boarded the Celestial Voyager, he took a last glance at the outpost. Over these years, it had come to feel like a second home — one where history and family intertwined. Mugruco joined him at the co-pilot's seat, her fingers dancing over the navigation console with practiced ease, while Pulchra settled with Rylona and Jarek in the seating area. Sahaz lingered near the view-port, her eyes distant as she thought of the little one now growing inside her.
The engines hummed to life, and as the Celestial Voyager lifted off, they looked back one last time at the verdant valleys and towering mountains of Varnis Prime. Ahead of them lay the stars, and beyond, the mysteries of the Tamaris System.
As they prepared to make the jump to hyperspace, Chasin called out to his family. "Everyone ready for another adventure?"
Rylona cheered, "Ready, Daddy!"
Jarek, quieter but no less eager, whispered, "I'm ready too." His eyes sparkled with anticipation, mirroring the stars that awaited them.
With coordinates set, The Celestial Voyager shot forward, its engines blazing as it leapt into hyperspace, leaving Varnis Prime behind. Their journey into the Lost Sector continued, and with it, the promise of new discoveries—and the future of a growing family bound together by the spirit of adventure.
January 12, 170 BBY, Time: 4:03 P.M., Location: In the Unknown Regions at the Tamaris system, Planet: Tamaris Prime
The Celestial Voyager shuttle emerged from hyperspace with a soft, exhilarating hum that reverberated through the ship. It was a vessel made for both deep space travel and scientific exploration, with state-of-the-art equipment designed to withstand the harshest environments. The sleek, metallic surface reflected the dim star light as it approached the lush, yet eerie, planet of Tamaris Prime.
From the cockpit, Chasin Momeoran, the patriarch of the Momeoran family and the head of a massive galactic research and exploration enterprise, gazed out at the tropical, jungle-covered world below. A deep, almost melancholic nostalgia washed over him as he thought about the planet's history—one once filled with bustling military presence, now reduced to ruins, its past buried under centuries of wild growth and decay.
"Approaching Sierra 01." the co-pilot's voice cut through the reverie. Mugruco, Chasin's was as composed as ever, her tone professional and steady.
"Good." Chasin responded, his fingers gently tapping the console as he watched the jungle canopy stretching below, "Let's see what secrets Tamaris has to offer today." He turned to his wives, each of them working in their own capacity to ensure this mission was a success.
Pulchra domine was seated in the back, a set of instruments in front of her that monitored their children's health, ensuring the ship's smooth ride and keeping track of Rylona and Jarek's well-being. Though she worked as a physical therapist, Pulchra's role in the family dynamic often had her overseeing the medical needs of everyone—especially when they ventured into unknown territories.
Sahaz Lor looked out from the observation window, her keen zoologist instincts scanning the terrain below for any signs of unique creatures that could be of interest. Being of the Juhani sub-species of Cathar, her senses were sharper than most. She was always the first to notice subtle movements in the environment, a gift invaluable on planets like Tamaris Prime.
Jarek, his son from Mugruco, was seated next to his mother, looking somewhat distant. His bright blue skin, the signature of his Twi'lek heritage, shimmered in the dim light. He was quiet, as always, his eyes following the subtle shifts in the ship's motion, his lekku twitching slightly in response to the movement. He adored adventure, but still struggled with shyness around unfamiliar faces. His bond with his mother was undeniable, and it was clear that he felt safest when she was near.
On the opposite side, Rylona, their Zeltron-Human daughter, was seated comfortably in her father's lap. She was a few months shy of her third birthday, but already she had a warm, radiant presence that made everyone around her feel at ease. Her mother's gentle rose-colored skin and her father's comforting strength formed her delicate features. She cooed softly, playfully tugging at the edge of her father's sleeve as she watched the world outside.
"Daddy, look! There's a big tree!" she exclaimed with innocent wonder, pointing to the dense canopy below.
Chasin smiled warmly, his heart swelling with affection as he leaned forward to peer out the window. "Yes, sweetheart, it's very big. But we'll be seeing a lot of big trees today," he said, his voice rich with both excitement and a deep sense of pride in his children. "We're exploring a world that has been forgotten to time, remember?"
Rylona nodded, her wide eyes filled with curiosity. "Is it a jungle? Will we see animals?" Her voice was soft but eager.
"We'll see all kinds of things, little one." Chasin reassured her, gently brushing his fingers through her dark hair. "Your mother and I will make sure it's safe."
Jarek, hearing his sister's excitement, looked up briefly, the corner of his mouth twitching into a slight smile. He loved adventure, though it was always his quiet nature that often kept him on the sidelines, preferring the company of his parents to the chaos of others. He was especially close to his mother, Mugruco, who had always been there for him, guiding him in ways that helped him face his quiet challenges.
The Celestial Voyager passed through the clouds and descended toward Sierra 01, one of the research outposts built to uncover the mysteries of this long-lost system. The outpost, located on the southern hemisphere of the planet, was a small but important facility. It was part of Chasin's growing network of research operations scattered across the Forgotten Sector. It would be the perfect place to begin their next phase of exploration. The facility's team of researchers, archaeologists, and engineers had already been on the ground for several weeks, studying the planet's strange ruins and the ancient Sith military installations that had once been scattered across Tamaris Prime.
The Sierra 01 outpost came into view, perched on a cliff-side overlooking a sprawling river delta. The shuttle gently touched down on a small landing pad, and the familiar sound of the ship's engines powering down filled the cabin.
Chasin gently lifted Rylona into his arms and stood up, offering his hand to Sahaz, who took it with a feline smile. "Let's make this a successful trip," he said to his wives, his voice steady with determination.
"Definitely." Mugruco agreed, securing her tools before standing. "There's history to be uncovered here. And I intend to make sure we find it."
Sahaz followed with a nod, "We may even find new species along the way. This planet is more alive than we realize."
Together, the family moved to the shuttle's exit, stepping onto the surface of Tamaris Prime. The heat of the tropical planet immediately enveloped them as they made their way toward the research base, with towering ruins rising from the dense, overgrown jungle in the distance.
As they approached the outpost, Chasin took a deep breath. The excitement of uncovering forgotten pieces of galactic history was always exhilarating, but now, with his family by his side, the adventure felt more meaningful.
Behind them, the silent jungle loomed, its untamed beauty hiding countless secrets, waiting for Chasin and his family to uncover them.
Time: 4:30 P.M., Location: Sierra 01 Outpost, Tamaris Prime
The outpost was a sprawling compound, well-maintained but clearly showing the signs of wear from being in such a remote and hostile environment. It was equipped with a series of atmospheric shields and high-tech sensors to monitor the surrounding wildlife and hazardous conditions, all of which had to be closely monitored due to the planet's unknown biological threats.
As Chasin and his family approached the research facility's entrance, the lead scientist, Dr. Ralan Kesh, greeted them. Dr. Kesh was an aging Twi'lek, his lekku decorated with symbols of academic achievement. He had been studying Tamaris Prime for nearly a decade and was eager to share his latest findings with Chasin.
"We've made some incredible discoveries," Dr. Kesh began, "but there's still so much to uncover."
Chasin nodded, placing Rylona on his shoulder as they followed Dr. Kesh inside. "I look forward to it. Let's see what you've found."
Time: 4:35 P.M.
The hum of machinery and the distant rustle of Tamaris Prime's jungle filled the air as Chasin Momeoran, his family, and the research team gathered in the central briefing room of Sierra 01 Outpost. The dim, artificial lights flickered softly as the atmospheric shields hummed, guarding the compound from the tropical elements outside. The walls of the research station were lined with ancient artifacts and holographic displays depicting the ruins scattered across the planet. Despite the heavy humidity, the advanced systems of the outpost kept the interior comfortably cool.
Chasin stood in the center, his hands clasped behind his back, quietly observing the team of archaeologists and engineers at work. His sharp gaze occasionally drifted to his children—Rylona and Jarek—who were occupied with small toys that had been carefully designed for such expeditions. Rylona, ever the curious soul, was asking her mother Pulchra about the plants outside, her voice a soft melody in the otherwise silent room. Jarek, sitting on the floor nearby, fidgeted with a small data-pad, his gaze shifting between his parents and the displays of the latest findings.
"Any updates?" Chasin asked, turning toward Dr. Ralan Kesh, the lead scientist on the ground at Sierra 01.
Dr. Kesh, a scholarly figure with long, green-tinted lekku, looked up from a series of holographic schematics displayed before him. "Yes, Chasin," he replied, adjusting his glasses, "we've uncovered several more pieces of equipment, mostly remnants of what appears to be a Sith military installation—probably from the era of Darth Malgus."
Chasin's brow furrowed slightly. "What's the condition of the findings? Any useful Intel?"
Kesh sighed, glancing toward one of the nearby holo-screens showing a rusted, heavily damaged blaster rifle. "The majority of the weapons are far too deteriorated to be of much use. However, there are several pieces of armor and other technologies that could still hold potential. We're hoping that with some detailed scans, we can determine if there are any hidden compartments or encryption systems within the equipment."
Chasin nodded thoughtfully. The planet had long been forgotten, its connection to the Sith Empire barely a whisper in the galactic archives. Yet here they were, standing at the edge of an ancient mystery.
Pulchra walked over, placing a hand on his shoulder. She had a calming presence about her, the Zeltron empathic energy in her radiating even through her carefully controlled demeanor. "The children are doing well," she said quietly, her voice carrying the soft authority of someone who had seen countless challenges in her career as a physical therapist. "And you're right. There's something about this place that feels… almost alive. It's like the planet itself is remembering its past."
Sahaz Lor had been standing at the observation window, watching the distant treetops sway in the breeze. As a zoologist, her interest in the flora and fauna of Tamaris Prime was ever-present. Her sharp senses, inherited from her Juhani Cathar lineage, picked up on the smallest of movements—whether from an animal, an insect, or something more elusive. "I've noticed signs of unusual behavior from the wildlife." she added, her voice tinged with concern. "There are creatures out there we haven't cataloged before. I don't know if it's the planet's natural evolution or something more... sinister."
Chasin's interest piqued at this. "What do you mean by 'sinister'?"
Sahaz turned her head, her amber eyes locking with his. "The animals are behaving in ways that are not natural for them. I've never encountered a species quite like it. It's almost as if something is driving them. Or controlling them."
Before Chasin could respond, Mugruco, his third wife, who had been analyzing a piece of ancient armor in the corner of the room, stepped forward. Her Bayern Blue Twi'lek features were framed by the soft glow of the data readings she was poring over. "Chasin, you need to see this." she called out, gesturing toward the display in front of her.
The holographic screen displayed a fragment of a Sith ceremonial dagger, its intricate carvings still visible despite centuries of wear. Mugruco's sharp eyes gleamed with excitement. "This," she said, tapping the display, "this is something different. It's not just military. There's a purpose to it, something ceremonial. The craftsmanship… it's almost as if it was designed to influence something greater than just combat."
Chasin stepped forward, peering at the dagger's display with intense focus. He could sense the subtle power emanating from it, something more than just a relic. There was a connection here, something he couldn't quite place.
"Do we have anything else from this era?" Chasin asked, his mind already racing with possibilities.
Mugruco nodded. "There are other pieces, but they're fragmented. A few ceremonial masks, fragments of Sith robes, and some text that appears to be in an archaic dialect. We'll need more time to fully translate, but we're already seeing connections to ancient Sith philosophies that are... disturbing."
A sense of unease settled over the group as the implications of her words sank in. The ancient Sith Empire was one thing; the Sith who had been here, so far from the known galaxy, could have been working on something else entirely. Something darker.
Chasin's thoughts turned inward. If the findings of Sierra 01 were indeed pointing toward an ancient Sith sect with unknown motives, then his exploration of the Forgotten Sector was taking a dangerous turn. The peace he had so long hoped for his family was now in jeopardy, and he was determined to uncover whatever dark secrets this planet was hiding. It was no longer just an academic pursuit—it was a race to prevent something far worse from being unleashed.
"Prepare the team for an expedition tomorrow," Chasin said firmly. "We're not leaving this planet until we uncover the truth."
Mugruco, Pulchra, and Sahaz exchanged glances, and despite the looming uncertainties, they nodded in agreement. They had all felt the weight of this moment, the connection to the past, and the responsibility that now rested on their shoulders. Tamaris Prime was about to reveal its darkest secrets, and the Momeoran family was ready to uncover them—no matter the cost.
Time: 5:00 P.M.
The research station was quiet once again, save for the low hum of computers and the occasional exchange between scientists. The Momeoran family gathered around a table, discussing their strategy for the coming day. There was no turning back now. Tomorrow, they would venture deep into the jungle, into the heart of the forgotten ruins. The path ahead was uncertain, but they would face it together—united by their pursuit of knowledge and their shared commitment to uncovering the truth of Tamaris Prime.
Time: 6:00 P.M., Location: Above Tamaris Prime
The Celestial Voyager glided gracefully through the darkened skies of Tamaris Prime as it made its way to its next destination: the distant gas giant Tamaris II, located in the outer reaches of the star system. The shuttle's engines hummed steadily, their rhythmic pulse a comforting reminder of the technology that surrounded Chasin Momeoran and his family. The deck lights flickered occasionally as they drifted into deeper space, casting faint shadows on the walls.
Chasin leaned back in the co-pilot's seat, his hands resting on the controls as he glanced over at his family. Pulchra, sat with Rylona in her lap, humming a quiet lullaby to calm their daughter's playful energy. Sahaz Lor stood near the rear of the shuttle, her sharp eyes scanning the stars through the rear view-ports. Jarek, their son, had his face pressed against the small view-port in the back, his curiosity piqued by the ever-expanding view of the star system.