Ziost, a planet full of darkness. Many darksides often came her to harness the abundance of darkside energy. Making themselves stronger. However not today.

The group of sith gathered now, were going to use the darkside energy of Ziost in a different manner. They will use it to bring back a fellow sith that was lost.

Malice Draclau, sith sorceror and high priest in his own right stood on the cold planet. Surrounded by 5 sith priests, Malice was wearing not the normal flowing white robes. These robes were designed differently. Ancient sith writing etched into the robes. Lining the edges of it. On the center of Malices robes he bore his symbol. A red eye in a sea of blackness. Each priest also bore the same symbol. A sign of their loyalty to him.

Two of the sith held a chest. A chest made of metal painted black. Adorned with various gems, it held something even more valuable within. The head of the fallen sith. Malice Gthull. Malice's former deciple.

He had died at the hands of supposed allied sith of TDC. They claimed to have done it in justice for the order. Malice believes otherwise.

From the shadows, a figure clad in black robes emerged. His face hidden under the hood, he walked up next to Malice. Staring at the temple which stood infront of him. Turning to face the figure, Malice spoke.

*Soon. Soon you shall be your old self again. Just as soon as a few more guests arrive*

(OOC: This takes place right before my other thread)

*Janus also stepped out of the shadows, wary of trusting any sith, he had come simply out of respect for Malice Draclau.*

"This had better be worth it, or you shall not see me again until the blackness of oblivion takes you Malice."

Darkness. The darkness suddenly turned light and the dead was now living. Death was an experience that no one should return from, Gthull didn't know why he was here, and at this point he really didn't know who he was or what he was doing here. His body and mind held on to only one emotion, hatred.

His eyes could only focus on one thing, a blur of white standing before him. He felt a closeness to this being, but he didn't know why. His sences just told him that he could follow this being into the deapths of hell and they would return unscathed. His only thoughts were to follow the orders of this white clad being without question.

The hooded figure turned to the white clad being and a bearly audible noise escaped his mouth. "Yes Master."

Unlike the disciples of Overlord Draclau, Arkan did not sport that symbol of loyalty to the demon-Sith. He looked at these Sith servants and only smirked at their unfailing love to their master. The purpose of them being on Ziost would be objective to salvaging power scattered by using a democratic standing, the Sith, as Arkan knew it, were not meant to be a democratic society. There was something on Ziost, Arkan knew, that could be utilized. It was something the Sith used during the Sith War, something that was destroyed by Anakin Skywalker during the Clone Wars. But that was not their purpose here, it was something else.

"So what are we doing here, Overlord?," asked the Zabrak, presenting himself as one wearing an earth-tone desert outfit. Arkan looked to the chest brought to the Overlord, "Oh," he looked at the chest with an curious gaze, "I'm guessing by the stench of carrion coming from that chest, you plan on doing some sort of necromancy?"

Malice turned to Arkan, looking him in the eye.

*Indeed i am Arkan*

Malice then looked at all the sith present.

*You all will bare witness to the power of the darkside. It can destroy life........as well as return it*

Motioning towards the hooded figure next to him, they all watched as the hood was pulled back. Revealing who was hidden underneath. It was Malice Gthull. Or rather a clone of him anyways.

*We shall ressurect our lost sith brother Malice Gthull. Now come, let us go*

Turning towards the sith temple, Malice, followed by the sith priests and the clone. Then by his fellow sith from TDC headed towards the dark tower. It was in there that all would happen.

Noktu watched from the cliffs above scouting out to make sure that they weren't being watched for get snuck up on, watching Malice with interest now, Noktu waited and used the force to scan around the area... "All is well Malice...tell Janus where I am, I wish to speak to my brother..."

Upon hearing the voice in his head, Malice stopped. Causing all others around him to halt as well. Through the force he spoke to Janus.

(It is a shame you are to miss such a magnificent ceremony. But your brethren sith calls to you. He is on the cliff behind us. You will sense him out)

With that said he and the rest of the group continued inside. Walking down the main hallway and entering a back door. From their they would proceed to walk down long, thin hallways. And up massive flights of stairs. The altar on which they would complete the ceremony was on the very top of the tower.

"Noktu...."

*Janus turned from the group and walked away. A few of the others looked at him angrily as he walked. Once Janus was out of the throng, he floated into the air, and toward Noktu. He landed infront of Noktu, and before either spoke, punched him in the gut. The punch had been laced with force lightning.*

"Traitor of the blood! How dare you stay with the failure sith, while your blood brother leaves?"

"Failure sith is only in the eyes of the beholder, I stay to add to our means, I have no reason to leave him or anyone as you did but in the end if it suites my needs I will leave but for now my loyalty lies with Malice and the Dark Lord, but what of you brother what has come upon you?"

The group contiued to climb towards the top. Their path on on a long, winding stairway. Each step, each brick that formed the wall was covered in a moss that had grown there over time. Frozen due to the weather, one could chip it off and make an ice cone.

Though if you would look further, past the frozen algae, you would see that each and every brick was hand sculpted. Built to perfection this temple was. As was all the sith temples. Made to honor not only the sith lords it was built for, but to honor the power of the darkside itsself.

After a few moments, The group had finally reached the top chamber. Within it was something not many would expect. It was not an old, danky, moldy smelling room. Instead it was well furnished. Ancient tapestries linded the walls. Old scriptures written in an almost dead language. Paintings, and various other things colored up the room.

It was more like a shrine then an altar room. However, they did not come here to look at what was within. Moving towards the stone altar in the middle of the room, two of the acolytes placed the chest down. Opening it, they took out a crystal. Within the crystal was the head of the former Gthull. The one that had died by the hands of his so called brothers of the darkside.

Placing it at the top of the altar, the acolytes then procceeded to take a corner. While the 5 one stayed at the altar with Malice.

Looking at the clone, Malice motioned towards the altar.

*Lay here. And we shall begin*

The 5 acolyte priests instantly began to chant.