A sudden pulse of hatred makes Occlus grimace.

"I believe that is our target." She points to a hill, overgrown with massive thorny twists. It feels wrong in a very unsettling way. There's a suggestion of something that might be a doorway at the base.

She grimaces, too, and twitches away from Occlus. "—yes, probably."

The shuttle sets down.

"Do not forget our purpose here."

"I won't."

"Good."

The sensation is much stronger outside.

...hatred is alien to her.

She didn't hate her master. She didn't hate Occlus. It's obviously an artificial sensation, it's not something she would generate.

It's there anyway. So what she's gonna do is direct it towards the thing.

"Lovely manners this entity has." They come to the entrance, a yawning black deepness that threatens to swallow them whole. There are runes inscribed around the frame. Occlus peers at them. "...These are Jedi."

"...okay that's just freaky."

"Did you study the history of this planet during your time here?"

"To a certain extent—the records I had access to said this thing had existed since always but that's obviously not true."

"No. But 'since the beginning of civilization' is looking... more plausible."

"Including non-Voss civilisation?"

"No, it's not nearly that old. But... the Great Hyperspace War was during that era. If both sides discovered this planet... hm. It's not out of the question that the records would have been lost or destroyed or never created in the first place."

"Both sides, though—that smells like shenanigans."

"There was little in the way of central oversight, but yes. It does."

Sigh. "Let's get this over with and kill that fucker?"

Occlus nods. Inside they go.

The dark here is harder to banish with the lantern.

Of course it is, it couldn't just be one kind of cliche.

Cliches are cliche for a reason.

Occlus pays close attention to the architecture as they travel.

...is it particularly interesting?

Not on its own merits, especially. Possibly one needs a background in archaeology.

Yeah she doesn't have that. She'll just pay attention to their path.

Is that something rustling in the dark over there?

She whirls in that direction and burns the tips of her fingers with an aborted lightning bolt.

Occlus is less restrained. When her lightning dies, there's a thud like a body hitting the floor.

"In a place like this, hesitation will get you killed."