Tarakus Deadmerit: Time Frame/CH. 14

CHAPTER FOURTEEN Anjanik City, Curava

Moorshavin glanced at his datapad, momentarily, then looked out at the fog-enshrouded city, onto the streets below, from his office in the Citadel of the Dragon, the landmark where his great-grandfather rested, sealed inside the seal. He got up, slowly, and started moving around his office, turning the lights off, and wrapping up for the night. ''Cursed fog. You can never tell if it's day or night on this planet, with it.'' He thought, as he shut off the lights to his office and walked out. "Hello, My Lord." Someone said, making Moorshavin jump back a little. After Moorshavin regained his composure, he looed at the source of the voice, his Lab technician. "Ah, Dr. Preladine. You scared me there for a second.  How are things at the lab progressing?" "Very well, My Lord. The experimental 10Zat generator batch of cloaking devices are working very well.  Better than any of us hoped for or expected." "Well that's good. Let me know how the experiments turn out." "Will do, My Lord."

- - - - - - Coruscant, Lumiya's apartment

Tarakus woke up, and looked at his chrono. He cursed as he stared at the skylight above him. In the skylight, he was able to pick out many of the stars in the sky. He let out a depressing sigh, turning on his side. As he turned, he saw a light shining from a room that he had passed by earlier. He took a peek inside, seeing some of Wayne's men and women sleeping here, oblivious to the light that was shining. Tarakus quietly snuck into the room, and went to where the light was coming from. Although the light itself was small, it was continuous and fairly bright. He got very close to the source of the light, and picked it up, with protracted claws. As he drew it close to his face, the light suddenly vanished, revealing the object in his claws, to be another crystal. "Ok, how many did you collect, Shira?" He whispered to himself, quietly tip-toeing out of the room. He went into a deserted study, closed the door, and turned a light on. He examined the crystal, a blue hued crystal. As he set the crystal down, it started lighting up again, but as that one lit up, so did many others, in display cases throughout the room. "What the?!" He said, startled and astonished. Tarakus rushed into the room where Piastall was sleeping in, and tapped Piastall on the shoulder. "What is it?" Piastall said, clearly groggy. "Check this out." Tarakus said, dragging Piastall out of bed, and down to the study. The brightness of the crystals, snapped Piastall out of his sleepiness. Wide awake now, Piastall gazed in awe. "What is going on here? What is all this?" "Crystals, Piastall. Crystals." "This is insane. I've never seen crystals react like this, except inside lightsabers." "Exactly. These are all lightsaber crystals.  But, explain this one." Tarakus said, handing the hybrid, the crystal that Tarakus had first found. As soon as Piastall got his eyes close enough to see the crystal in his hand, it went out, along with all the other crystals in the room. "This appears to be another holocron crystal, but I can't seem to explain how it's reacting with all these other crystals." Tarakus snatched the crystal out of Piastall's hand. "That's what I guessed too, but I don't think it's that." He set the crystal down on the desk again, watching the crystals light up again. The answer suddenly came to him. "Our next spot to search is, Gilatter Eight."