Entering the dark

[Jol-Mar]

After the incident that left his Jedi master fallen be the feet of a sith, Jol-Mar decided that to become a more powerful wielder of the force and he though the only way t do this was to know both sides of the force. He did this by going from planet to planet finding old sith lords that were forced into hiding and had lost there powers as a result. He studied texts and holocrons of fighting styles and techniques which he was to practice, However, During his training he felt the urge to go somewhere, As if he was being drawn by the force to a distant place. He thought at first it was his mind playing tricks on him but soon came to realise that as his training went on and as he got stronger the urge to take to space was becoming to strong to ignore. He had no real means of transport and needed to get a reusable, Permanent ship. He made his living for the next few months by doing small jobs for local gang lords or coruscant getting a credits here and there.

After a few months had passed he had amassed enough credits to buy his own small ship with a compliment of three crew. The ship itself was dated but was still in good condition, It was an old Naboo transport which he felt were comfortable in as that was the place where he was born. It also came full equipped with weapons systems that had been upgraded to the standards of the current day. The ship departed coruscant and the crew had no idea where the were headed. Jol-Mar sat in the chair in the centre of the command bridge and began to shout out the course that the ship was to go on.

‘’Pilot, make heading 013-86 by 3.8. Engage hyper drive.’’

The pilot turned back to Jol-Mar with a puzzled look on his face.

Pilot: ‘’Excuse me but that will take us strait to Korriban and that planet has been deserted for years, all that remains there are old relics from the days of the sith.’’

‘’don’t mock me, I know that there is nothing out there but we MUST go I have a feeling that I am being drawn there for some reason.’’

The pilot turned back in his seat with a small shake in his head. And plotted the course and engaged the hyper drive. The ship shot forwards and the stars began to shoot past quickly now. It would take about an hour to arrive at his destination so Jol-Mar decided to go into the back section and get some rest. Jol-Mar fell into a deep sleep almost strait away and had a vivid dream. Images of a person in a mask and hood were flashing up in his mind, as had been the case for the last few months. This unsettled Jol and he began to toss and turn in his sleep. After about 55 minutes a voice came over the intercom.

Pilot: Jol We have entered orbit around the planet, Shall we land the ship.

‘’Yes…Land the damn ship Pilot.’’

The ship began to descend towards the planet at a high pace. The ship touched down a few miles away from the temple which Jol didn’t yet know was there. He asked the small crew of three to stay with the ship while he made his way through the small areas of swamp lands. After an hour of walking he came to what looked like an old temple, A sadistic grin came across his face. ‘This is the place I have been looking for.’ He made his way up to the front door which were heavy and wooden, he tried to give them a small push but to no avail. He took a step back and pulled his right hand back by his waist then throwing it forwards quickly. His arm began to shake as the door began to creek open. After a few second the door swung open with pace, he was instantly shaken back a bit and hit with a dank musty odder. He took a step in and reviled the man who had been in his dreams the last few weeks. He didn’t know if he could see him due to the mask over his face yet he felt drawn towards him. He made his way up to the throne on which he sat upon, Jol felt it necessary to kneel in front for him. He did so by lowering his head and going down on one knee and resting his right arm across that knee.

‘’I have arrived my master….’’

[Darth Pandoras]

Pandoras watched as a ship flew overhead, advancing in the same direction he was. He had set down at a small town some miles away, which were accustomed to his frequent visits to the area. He knew they would end up at the same place, as he could sense a presence like his own on the ship. Apparently a marauder lacked the mastery to sense an assassin. Then again, not many were able to track assassins.

They would meet soon however, as the reason why two saturated in the dark side to arrive in the same place could only be the same purpose. There were no coincidences. Seeing as Pandorases purpose was to find a master to make him an apprentice, this was troublesome. He didn't care whether this person got what training he desired, but he would not be the new dark lords apprentice.

~There can only be two....one with power, and one who seeks it.....~

As the ship flew past and beyond the sight in the mountain area Pandoras was approaching, it quickly escaped from sight. It seemed the forced willed for this one to find the abandoned academy in the area. The upper level door had been replaced with a wooden one by looters long ago, so was the easier to get in. It seemed fate was either testing Pandoras or favoring the other.

Speeding past monoliths with intricate carvings that spotted the valley of tombs in the area, Pandoras made his way to the back door of the academy. This door had remained unreached through time, the mechanism working for the early looters, though it had faded with time. Now it was merely a collection of stone in his way. Knowing time was not to be wasted, he got off his swoop, knowing he could not risk the time climbing the cliff to the top entrance.

As he climbed off, the breeze picked up, tuning into a harsh wind of sand in the arid, desert climate. Pandoras tightened his dull grey robe and raised its hood instinctively, the blood of the Sith that had lived on the planet for eons taking over. Even he had to admit a sense of belonging while in this place. His simple robe covered Sith robes he had found in the area on a previous visit to the surrounding tombs.

Finally reaching the door, he was surprised to see that someone had opened them by force before him. After having them torn by such force, Pandoras simply used his mind to move the locks telekineticly in the designed fashion. It seemed he was the more favored one after all, for he followed the entrance already used, now knowing he would be safe from ancient traps.

Of course that meant he risked facing the wrath of the one within if he didn't want company. Pandoras focused for a moment before entering, using the force he bend the light around him and make him less detectable to the force. He doubted such abilities would hide him from the one inside, but it would be best to make himself seem like the strongest of the two if he were to garner favor early.

Entering the abandoned academy, he marched upward on a ramp toward the center. There were no traps, seemingly overused with the millennia. The only thing impeding the progress forward was the stagnant air, feint lighting, and the heat from the lack of ventilation. as he advanced, he saw light before him, as the other entered, finally catching up. It seemed that they had arrived at the dark lord at the same time, it seemed the force favored neither of them.

The stranger spoke out to the dark figure, assuming he had the right to call him master already. Pandoras pondered the thought that the dark lord may kill him for being so presumptuous, but decided that he might equally admire his ambitious nature.

Pandoras maintained his cloaking, not allowing his current competition for the title of the apprentice be aware of his presence as of yet. It would be impossible for even Pandoras to make out his stealth in the same situation, even with his knowledge of stealth techniques. The power of the lord was overwhelming the area, and all others seemed inconsequential in his presence.

Pandoras waited, listening intently to the events that would soon unfold.

[Darth Malfius]

For the longest time, the halls of the Sith temple had remained stagnant, the air refusing to flow in any direction. Only one figure had exsisted within these stone walls. A being known now only as Darth Malfius...

When the time was right, and all plans had been set into motion, he releaced his dark energy's out into the very strucure of the temple. Amplifyed by the temples years of being bathed in dark force energy, the power of his darkness shot out across the galaxy. The light side would feel a rise of power coming, and those of dark intent would find the draw irresistable. It would all come together soon...

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The doors of his temple stammed open as a man burst through them in a display of strength. He strode forth, ignorant of what may indeed lay before him. He took no caution of traps, nor did he take heed of the darkness that pulsed before him. Brave? Or foolish... He fell to one knee and anounced his complience to the path lead by Darth Malfius. But the Dark Lord did not move. It was as though he were waiting for something.

In the distance, the locks of the door had been reset, but this did little to hinder the other who broke through with his mind. Shrouded in a skill known well as that of an assasin, the other presence aproached. Silently, it was cautious of everything, including the other life forms that curently inhabited the structure. He stayed hidden, just a little behind the first, as though waiting for the right moment to reveal himself.

"Two Acolytes before me... You both wish for the power only the dark side can provide..." A deep voice resonated from within the mask. It seemed to echo within itself, making him seem all the more ominous. Both his black gloved hands were raised, and as he did so, the two prospectives were brought into the air. "Come closer..." The voice echoed, as he turned his hands and pulled them back, thereby slowly floating the two towards him, untill they hovered mear meters away from him.

"Both of you have the potential... Both of you have your skills..." He paused as he scrutinised the two. "You will know that the path to power is not an easy one... But it is indeed rewarding of your wildest dreams..." He flicked his wrists, sending the two of them rapidly back to the floor at the bottem of the stairs, leaving them to deal with it as they could. "Your training starts soon..." Was all he said, before settling back into his throne, and waiting silently.

[Darth Pandoras]

Pandoras did not resist as he was pulled to the dark lord. This one was to be his master, and his strength alone erased any urge of defiance. He listened as the words came out, the echo of the mask and room combining to feel as though the voice came from everywhere. If not for the body standing before him, he would have assumed the voice came from the universe itself. Pandoras particularly admired how he ordered them to do what he was forcing them to already. He was ordering him to let them do it, an expression of authority that was admirable in a Sith, even if he did hold the signs of a dark jedi.

As he was flung backward down the stairs, he used his force leap ability to turn himself around toward the ground, the loss of gravity from the toss making physical means near useless. His feet slammed into the ground, grinding against the stone floor as he fell. He was forced to his knee by the force, and looked up from inside his robe. He considered displaying his already achieved ability by force leaping the distance back, but decided against it. It would only likely impress his competition rather than his master. As the dust settled behind him, Pandoras finally removed his force cloak, revealing himself to plain sight.

Pandoras was surprised at the turn of events. The man intended to train both of them? He was the dark lord of the Sith. He could appoint other lords, but he could only have one apprentice. Why had he not chosen already? Why did he not pit them against each other for the privilege? Why would they not start training immediately?

That's when it hit Pandoras.

~He is waiting for more of us.....~

It seemed his master was not going to settle for those first to arrive, and would choose his apprentice among all that came. It mattered not to Pandoras, he would deal with those threats when it suited him. For now, he had only say one thing to avoid hurting himself.

"Yes, my master."

Pandoras began to move around the throne, it's large stairs giving it impressive height to look down on all around it. He was heading back to the entrance he came, as it seemed his master had no desire to see him at the moment. He would head to his swoop and return to the settlement he landed at. He would sell the swoop to another instead of returning it, earning a few credits for later use. He would then bring his personal ship here, an old black market assault craft he believed was referred to as a Starviper. There he kept his Sith relics, which when the time presented itself would become powerful bargaining tools.

Leaving without saying a word to those around him, he doubted he would take long to return. he began to make a list of things he would have to do when he returned. The first would of course be to make a room for himself among the temple and academy ruins. He was sure his master had already taken the traditional room of the Sith lord at the temple. Pandoras decided to take the room of the old academy master as his own. He would have to fix the damage done to the door by explosives from long ago, which probably wouldn't take that long.

After that he might enslave some of the locals to build a sufficient space port for the new arrivals. If more Sith arrived soon he might be able to quickly enlist all in the surrounding area.

~So much to do....~

The stone doors opened back into the valley, and Pandoras walked the first steps back to the rebirth of the Sith.

[Jol-Mar]

Jol listened to what the Sith lord said, it didn’t seem that the voice was coming from him directly but was coming from the temple its self. He didn’t struggle as he was lifted of off the ground, infact he was overjoyed to see someone with this knowledge of the force. ‘What is he talking about, there can only be one.’ He thought to himself as he landed on his hands using the force to push himself up and over and back into a kneeling position. Jol watched as the other would be sith apprentice stood up and began to walk towards the exit to the temple.’ How rude he thought to him self’.

After he had made sure the other sith had left the building he rose to his feet. ‘’My master.’’ He asked him. ‘’Do you require anything of me or do you just wish me to leave and come to you at another time.’’ His voice echoed through the halls and the man atop the stone pyramid refused to move, then something caught his eye, a small flick of the wrist and he understood. He was to leave the temple and go else where for the time being until he was called back again. ‘’My master.’’ He said once more bowing at his feet. ‘’I shall return when you require me to.’’ He rose to his feet, Once more brimming with confidence. He turned on the spot and began to make his way towards the door, the one that Jol had used the force to open previously . He had done nothing and the double doors swung open by themselves , He quickly glanced back and the dark lord had not moved. ‘Powerful indeed….Soon I shall be his Apprentice and then when I become powerful enough, the Sith order…the Galaxy will be mine.’ Of course me meant no disrespect by thinking this, he was thinking of when either the sith lord was ready to pass over control or when he finally decided to become one with the force. He grinned and made his way out of the temple into the setting sun, It was indeed a glorious sight.

He began to slowly make his way through to a part of the woodland which was void of all life, a place where he felt most comfortable indeed. He flicked his sabre from inside his cloak sleeve and pressed the activation button. He began to go through some base drills, He placed the sabre above his head so that the blade was pointing behind him. This was known as the ‘’Posta Del Falcone’’ stance. He swept the sabre forward and quickly shifting his body position right somewhat and throwing the blade up to the right in a blocking motion, Brining it down and still standing n the same position, still blocking. He then swept the blade across in an offensive low attack while shifting his left foot. The dance seemed to get faster and faster until he was spinning the blade in one hand and moving forward. This was a very basic set of moves but in Jol’s mind this was essential to practice as all forms of the sabre art were a derivative of this form.

A few hours had passed when he decided to move onto some force training, which he wasn’t advanced in by any standards. He knew this because he had not been fully trained either by the Jedi or the sith orders. He also knew that the Dark Lord would be able to feel his presence out side a mere mile away or so. He deactivated his sabre and placed it back within his sleeve. He brought his hands down in a fluid like motion and began to concentrate. His eyes snapped open and he trust his hand towards an old fallen tree, He began to slowly raise his right hand, it once more began to shake, As did the fallen tree. Jol began to get incredibly frustrated that he couldn’t lift the tree from the ground he knew that he would have to focus his emotions towards the tree. Not being able to lift the tree itself was anger enough and after a short while the tree began to shake loose from the ground. Slowly it began to rise 5 feet….10 feet. He placed his left hand up and directed an open palm towards it, He then done the same with his right hand. The tree began to slowly spin, Faster and faster. He then drew his hands back and thrust them forwards and the three shot forward, Slamming into the ground a few hundred yards away and rolled for a few feet. Jol let out a sigh and stumbled forwards, he was indeed tiered now and he knew that his force abilities, Even though were still week, were becoming even stronger as if it was something to do with the presence of the sith lord.

He closed his eyes and looked up into the sky.

‘’I shall not disappoint you my Master.’’

[Darth Pandoras]

Pandoras returned to the temple about an hour after leaving, finding the other apprentice had left to train. Pandoras had little to worry about after seeing his fellow Sith recover from a the fall, such move to an Echanni spoke volumes. He had at least a decade on Pandoras, yet was no stronger even with the Jedi taint on him.

So old and Jedi trained, yet as strong in the force as Pandoras was with only five years of searhing among fossils. Something didn't add up in the picture, but at the moment he didn't present a real threat.

After a few swift finger movements at the console he was working on, the power at the temple quickly burst through the building again. The lights flashed on around the main throne behind his back, his master still sitting ominously. Pandoras did not waste time trying to ponder what else was going on inside his head, though he hoped his actions would gain favor. While the other apprentice was out serving his master y making himself stronger, Pandoras was taking steps to make all the Sith stronger. It would take awhile for one to see the results of his actions, but the effects would be greater due to the number of people who would benefit. With the facility back online before the over Sith arrived, it would also save alot of time.

Pandoras wasted no time to examine the files, as he had failed to access the computer on his previous visit years ago. He marveled at the things in the facility that he was unaware of. There was a library he had not been able to visit last time, the door welded shut from a failed attemt at using exsplosives. There were defense systems placed in and outside the temple. He turned off the traps inside to avoid unfortuante acidents from occuring if anyone else attempted to enter in a similer fashion as the marauder. There was even a shuttle bay, though the door was jammed. It would be best if Pandoras just destroyed the door completely when he put his fighter inside.


It was while scanning through the cameras when he noticed that the ship he had seen earlier was within range of a laser turret than was still functioning porperly. He aimed the turret at the ship causally, considering shooting. If it was a hired ship it would be best to get rid of them, saving the moeny spent on them and killing any witnesses of the Marauders arrival at Korriban. If they were his servants though they may appear more usefull alive, as the Sith could use many slaves in the days to come. The loss of the ship would be nothing with those in the laucnh bay. Was it worth risking the attention by the Jedi this early to try and capture a ship. He certainly wasn't going to ask his master which course he preffered either.


Moving the aim of the turret, he shot the rock above the ship, sending them plummeting on to the ship, pinning it in place. They would not be able to leave, so the slaves were assured. It also would not damage the ship to the loss of function either, so they gained another ship as well. It would require attention later, but they couldn't move those rocks without getting labor from the town or one force sensiive moving them with the Force. For now the matter was dealt with.

Turning away from the computer, Pandoras made his way towards the now unlocked library. He planned o be the first thier to gain its secrets, making sure the best would not remain thier for other eyes.