' Jo donia Tat ke unndher hah thus cavols. Oske undher aik teek hah. Uger ap chalaguy apko a trshu millihaga. '

Translated: On the planet Tatooine, there are ten hidden caves. One of those caves is the correct cave, which leads you to treasures of mystery.

Continued on:

' Ugher ap logh nah guhlat jugha gy up lo go co exa carna paranga, per upko was fis jhana peragha. '

Translated: If you travel to the wrong cave, you will endure a series of tests, each one unique to the other. Then, if you succeed, you return to the beginning, and your adventure begins again.

:: An ancient artifact had been discovered on the outskirts of Mos Eisley. The artifact was carved very carefully, produced of gold and silver; over the years, the artifact had become dull. The artifact was a long shaft with a sharp curved tip. Along the two sides of the shaft, the two previous sayings had been carefully carved in and ancient language.

Darkestsith6 was the one, who now held possession of the artifact; he bought it from a poor beggar, who eagerly sold the treasure for a mere 100 credits. Darkestsith6 had quickly deciphered the ancient language, which intrigued him even further about this hidden treasure. Although he was unaware that he had deciphered it incorrectly; this would ultimately lead to a deadly threat.

Now, Darkestsith6 waited in the transport bay of Mos Eisley. He had met a few wise men of Tatooine, who knew little about the mysterious artifact. All of them pointed toward one location on Tatooine. It was located in the middle of the dessert, where many outlandish species lived. There he had to dig deep into the sandy ground to reach the entrance of these mazes of caves.

The transport was running late, so Darkestsith6 decided to roam around the city, and gather a few items for his quest. ::

DarkSaber smiled as he walked into the middle of the plaza. He was set.

His blaster rifle was slung over one shoulder, his backpack generator/personel shield generator was ready, and he had an assortment of other weapons arrayed on his body.

He looked to the other man who was on this trip with him. What has his name...? Oh, it didn't matter anymore. The transport was here...

:: The transport had arrived, landing gently on the ground. The pilot waited a few minutes for the passengers. He was dumbfounded on the reason these outlanders wanted to travel to the outskirts of the planet, but he did not care. All he wanted was his money, and he would immediately leave.

Meanwhile, Darkestsith6 had spent his time usefully, buying some extra food and a small blaster, which he slipped into a hidden pocket inside his robe. He peered back at the bay, and sat that the transport had arrived a little late. Darkestsith6 packed his things and headed the direction. ::

Before the doors of the transport came to a close a voice called out from the crowd.

<font color=lime> "Hey, hold that door!"

<font color=white> The man waded through the thick crowd finally getting to the transport. He squeezed his way into the cabin and let out a sigh of relief.

<font color=lime>"Thank goodness I caught this transport. I thought I'd have to wait eons for another one."

<font color=white>The man wiped the sweat from his brow and sat down.

:: Darkestsith6 shook his head in disbelief; he was not expecting to travel with so many annoyances. He scooted his butt over toward the corner, allowing the new comer to squeeze into the space. ::

" I hope you guys are ready for a rough ride. "

Ren looked up at the person talking to him and spoke

<font color=lime>"After the day I've had, I'm ready for anything."

:: Darkestsith6 laughed to himself. ::

" Oh, we'll see.... "

DarkSaber stroked his blaster rifle thoughtfully.

"See what, exactly?" he asked, looking the other man straight in the eye and moving his hand towards the rifle's trigger...

:: Darkestsith6 could sense a danger, and he quickly discovered the source. ::

" I'd keep that rifle with you at all times, never know when something will just jump at you form behind and knock you out in a single blow. "

:: Darkestsith6 gave a sadistic smile, letting Darksaber know he meant business. He turned his attention toward the pilot. ::

" How much longer until we reach our destination? "

Ren, about to open a small canteen of Ithorian brandy, noticed the small confrontation infront of him. Being a force sensitive individual, albeit not as sensative as a Jedi Knight, still noticed that there was something different about these two individuals.

Sensing that this tension needed to be broken, Ren stood up thrusting his bottle of Brandy into the faces of the two men.

<font color=lime> "Eh hem"<font color=white> Coughed Ren<font color=lime> "Drink, anyone?"