Rad'qet gazed at the ancient holocron, then at the star map projected on the navigation screen of his personal transport ship. The holocron was a black obelisk, with rune engravings that were older than he first thought. They dated to around the great hyperspace war.

"I left it on mazitec" then the holocron cut out. This wasn't the only one that pointed to mazitec, he'd found 2 other holocrons saying similar things, and even talked to one of the ancient sith's ghost, but no one fucking knew! 

He stood up and walked to the rear of his ship, his shelves of journals and holocrons arranged by date, with even more important ones sitting to the side. He was lucky he had an informant on the council, he wouldn't want to land on the planet only to be met with anti aircraft blaster fire. No. He'd have to find a suitable base, then find more underlings. Stepping foot on the planet would be a last resort.

He sat back and smiled, his apprentice would be put to good use here.