| Jericho_Novak | Date: Friday, 26 April 13, 3:30 PM | Message # 1 |
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| It had been a long, long road to where Novak was now. The dusty, musty little library on the equally small and backwater world that was one of several worlds within the Necr'ygor System still utilized books, a fact that gave some amusement to Novak. The library staff, all older folk, had devoted their lives to the recopying of the written word; sometimes newly transcribed to data form and sometimes kept in book. The point, however, was that Novak was between assignments for the Count and, left to his own devices, Novak had his own aims and ends. While one might say 'dreams,' Novak himself would never allude to having a dream in his life. Novak had goals, and all roads led to the same goal.
That particular goal in question could be left well enough for another time in Novak's thoughts as he studied the ancient account of a ship that had passed through the system, so long, long ago. "A dagger in the sky," Novak murmured aloud as he read the description. Marking the passage for a moment with a finger, the former Jedi closed his eyes for a moment, thinking and considering. the Jedi Archives and the information within had been something he'd been careful to note and study; in latter months ensuring that what he'd gone over was mixed with a multitude of unrelated searches that would throw any pursuit off his trail. Of course, his untimely 'death' was likely to throw people off his trail as well. Nobody cared what happened to a cast-down former Jedi Master at all.
Novak gave an amused snort. 'Master.' Did a title make one what they were? No, not at all. There were plenty of Jedi that were better suited to positions on the Council, so Novak thought, and though angry at one point for the loss of his position, Dooku's acceptance and training had more than made up for what he'd lacked under the tutelage of the Jedi. The current path Novak was in search of was for items of unusual power; he'd been tracking one down for months within the Chommell Sector. Legend (and discounted rumor) had made light of a rogue warship, a dreadnought of the ancient and long-dead Sith Empire, supposedly hidden by a cowardly Sith Lord whose name had been lost to time.
The odds of the rumors being true, of course, were a slight chance; one in billions, Novak would have said. Likely as not, countless Jedi would have tried to track down the leads, or perhaps they had not. The galaxy, after all, was in a tumultuous time and Novak himself would have missed the small reference in the Archives had he not been doing some research for the lightsaber form he intended to create. Considering that particular goal, Novak closed the book in frustration. That had been part of why he'd lost his briefly-held position as a Master. That, and a few other reasons that all led him to where he was now.Added (26 April 13, 3:30 PM)
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Novak allowed the library doors to close behind him in satisfaction. The hood that shadowed his face warded off the brief spurt of wind as he headed towards the planet's small starport. He had gained a new bit of knowledge. The Dark Hammer was the name of the Harrower, and a name was more than he'd had before. The Shattered Hope awaited him on the starport's small surface. It would be good to be offworld, and the sooner the better. The doors of the small library behind him, shuttered and locked with the 'closed' sign up in it, were not likely to be discovered until the morrow, when the remains of eight bodies, all killed with a vibroblade and arranged in a suitable position to resemble a ritual killing, were likely to be the talk of the town. Novak feared little of being tracked; the holocams within the library had been old and unserviced for years and were more for show than use, inactive as they were. In a place this small, holocams were a luxury and an exception more than a rule. Amused, Novak reflected that Garang was more advanced technologically than this world.
As he departed the atmosphere for Foerost, he let the murders go from his mind. He had the knowledge he wanted and ensured that it wouldn't accidentally be passed on. So far, it was all going to plan. His ship leaped to hyperspace and was gone, leaving little but rumors in its wake.
Jericho Novak
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