Part 1

 
I love this place it's utterly fascinating all of the different things the Sith of 1000 years ago did. That said, pragmatically speaking a lot of these designs are needlessly unsafe, even in the context of Sith focus on personal responsibility. It also seems almost every single on of these Sith were constantly plotting petty schemes to undermine one another. It's remarkable anything got done at all with that misaligned focus. I suspect when I inevitably go to Ruusan I'll see how this dysfunction came to a head.
 
We had difficulties with the gravity field - a few of us almost fell to our deaths - but it wasn't our time to join the Force yet. While Kid and I were cracking the 5th floor console, Silhara managed to wander off on another of here wrecking-ball like meanderings. I followed her once I noticed she was gone only to discover a lab full of what appeared to be artificial kyber crystals. I gathered up what I could (I suspect Silhara took some, I'll get it from her along with whatever else she has of importance), before pursuing the chaotic pilot to the next chamber. I happened upon her doing the Force only knows what with a skeleton before a barrier slammed shut. The barrier proved to be impenetrable to anything I tried, so Kid and I sought another means of entry, possibly by using the vines (tried the floor, when i put my saber into it there was a power flicker which caused the gravity field to expand so I decided to not make things any worse). We attempted to go out the window and climb over to the blocked room, but were dissuaded by the aggressive vegetation. As we were walking back past the crystal lab, were shocked to see our pilot - and I was further alarmed as I watched a red crystal she was holding appear to drain into her. I detected no change within her so I opted to put that fact side until we were out of danger.
 
Doing some more exploring we found the comms room which allowed us to disable the energy net up in space. Silhara can now ready the language I am only barely able to even with my skill set, were I not concerned with the dark energy that must have caused it I'd almost feel envy. Nevertheless, this new talent proved useful in getting the transmission ready to send. All 5 of us left to the transmission console outside and sent the message, which caused a power redirect that doomed the structure we were previously in. The remaining Sith monstrosities that remained assaulted us as we prepped our ships for takeoff, 4 of us in the owl and Fezzie in the reactivated Sith Fighter. We escaped, and are now en route to the eleventh moon to claim that which we came for. We've been arguing about how to deal with the large number of slaves that are now in need of refuge. Many of my companions seek to exploit the situation and sell the slaves and the ore they've mined over the centuries. Personally I think the Jedi might be the right choice for this (handling refugees is one thing they and the republic are good at), though I'd rather they not know about the holocron I seek here before I'm done with it.
 
I am becoming concerned with the mental state of my living crew members. Silhara is darker than ever (even without whatever she picked up in the ruins), and both Kid and Syrian are rather irritable as of late. Syrian I can understand, this isn't her type of mission, but I would have assumed Kid would love the opportunity to throw his incredible intellect at the unique problems we've encountered (I think he's become competent at Middle Sith, impressive without the education I've had in the past). He's also been rather callous about the lives of slaves (including the ones on our ship who are now catatonic, which I had understood him to be an advocate for. I suppose we all have myriad priorities.
 
 

Part 2

 
After some brief dungeoneering we managed to open the door to our goal - the Zhar Holocron. Upon discovery, it
was missing a piece, a piece which somehow ended up in Silhara's possession. I set the holocron business aside while we endeavoured to assess the slave situation and determine which course of action to take. On the way to the 8th moon, Kid and Silhara apparently played hide and seek with the holocron shard, which seemed childish so I chose to not involve myself at the time.
 
We landed in one of two hangars, near where the slaves were housed. Much less interesting up front that the previous installations, we made our way through what i can only surmise were sleeping areas until Silhara and Fezzie stumbled upon some security droids. After those two dispatching those, we set up an ambush for another group further down the path. this group was escorting slaves, and unfortunately our ambush injured and may have even killed several of them, which was my fault, but my decisive blow may have saved more lives than it cost. I've been thinking over what it means to wield the Force and what responsibility I have to life in general. While in this case I felt justified, int he future I will need to have a greater consideration of the consequences the power I wield - it IS a lot for a single person.
 
Further into the complex we found a lab area that seemed to have various skeletons of long dead creatures. While the rest of the group was working on opening doors, silhara (with my supervision) investigated one of the bonepiles. This particular skeleton was covered with flecks of red, and reacted to silhara's 'unique' presences by reassembling into a horrible monstrosity. I was ready to reseal the room and walk away, but despite all odds, Silhara jumped in and managed to make friends with the creature. I can't say this surprised me, she's been trying to get a pet for a while now, though I don't think she realized there was absolutely no way this thing would fit through the hallway, much less the door.
 
Meanwhile, the rest of us worked to get the doors to the other chambers open, and noticed all of the computer consoles from one of the chambers were ripped apart and moved tot he other. In the 2nd chamber, we were greeted what ended up being a fake hologram of Ansih, who attempted to get us to do force only knows what. We uncovered its truth - it was actually some sort of mechanical monstrosity powered by multiple kyber crystals (I'm calling it "Non-sih"). We had one of our toughest bouts yet, and may have not been successful if not for the timely arrival of Silhara's pet (now dubbed "Twohara"). Twohara proved invaluable - distracting Non-sih long enough for us to destroy the rest of the crystals. Twohara did not survive - however it left behind an egg that seems to been brimming with postiive life energy that Silhara was was very eager to bring back with her.
 
We made cotnact with Knight Urope, and are awaiting his arrival to finalize our plans for clearing this place.
 
As I've been encountering the crystals in this place, I've noticed most of them seem angry, distraught, fearful, soemtimes just empty, as if catatonic. It's like the mind of someone who was abused - I don't quite know what that means but I HIGHLY suspect this will confirm the saber color theory I argued about back in training - I'd bet anything if I placed one of this crystals into a lightsaber it would be sith-red. This would be profound - it means that the sith may not have been manufacturing their own crystals like so many thought in the past, rather they're using either the same sources we had, or harvesting crystals from slain jedi and 'breaking' them (like how I rebonded my current crystal, but far more sinister). I need to study more, certainly, but this is most disturbing if true, and I'm eager to share my findings with the council (my disagreements with them aside, this is valuable knowledge and I must not share it).
 
My time with Fezzie and the recent droid massacre I caused has gotten me thinking about what droids represent in the universe. Certainly a droid isn't alive - they are untouched by the force like all other living things - and most are simply advanced machines. However, every so often, usually after not enough memory wipes, a droid will display such character and seeming intelligence that it's not distinguishable from any other sentient being. As such, they have myriad experiences and stories to tell - even if not truly alive in the conventional sense, they are walking (or rolling) repositories of information like any sentient life form, and to not treat them with some semblance of respect would be in poor form. As far most need be concerned, this means considering droids as 'people' even if they're technically not.