Shadow calmed himself and shut out his emotions, every sense his child hood he had learned to control and master them. He smiles to himself and then began to examine a rack of light sabers, some much older than others, others newer. Rack by rack Shadow examined the sith lords extensive collection of light sabers and sith swords. Shadow came to a particularly smaller rack containing 2 silver sabers. One had the elaborate gold markings of the sith order, the other was much simpler with a plain silver hilt and no special markings. Shadow decided to move on and start examining the armors, it was then that shadow felt it. He turned around to look down the isle of light saber racks, he turned back to the armors again but felt nothing. then the feeling came again except much strong this time. He looked back again beginning to really wonder what the feeling was.

"Your greed and rush actions may one day be your doom shadow, but now let's to work shall we" Shadow looked around with the beginning of a scowl on his face to see that Orion had spoken these words and was now staring at shadow, after a second Orion turned away but shadow didn't.

"Orion what i take is going to help the sith order one way or another about the rush to get here..." Shadow stopped again realizing he really didn't know why he rushed down. He began to think for a minute and then remembered he had felt the same things when he entered the tomb and had rushed down the stairs. Shadow’s scowl turned into a frown as he walked to the light saber racks again.

Shadow could have run over to the rack in a hurry like he had been sense he had entered the tomb but this time he didn't he took his time, to think about this. He murmured to himself in a brief chance to understand "What could be so important that I would rush down here. Or what would make the dark side make him rush down here."

He continued to the rack taking his time, and then he felt the feeling again but this time he was ready and let the dark side guide him to the feeling. He became a host for the dark side as it led his body moved freely across the room, moving toward the two sabers apart from the others and Shadow could feel the pulse of the dark side increasing. Then it was over, he was standing in front of plainer silver saber, then shadow understood. The sabers must be there for some particular reason, and when someone was going to choose they would of course pick the more beautiful saber, but Shadow wasn't going to make that chose. He reached out, the feeling growing stronger. Then he touched the saber, it almost immediately released itself from the hook it was on. It was then that it came, a little hissing noise like a saber burning through it's target. Then he knew what it was, he jumped back immediately landing 5 feet away and just in time. A light saber’s blade burst through the stone tiles covering the floor where he had been standing. "A trap!! Orion don’t touch any of the armor or the sabers, don't touch anything." Shadow looked at the half way protruding saber hilt interesting why would a master use a great saber to protect something that may never be touched....

It was then that shadow heard it "Who dares to nter the sacred grounds of the tombs of the sith lords!!" Then he heard the bone rentching sound of dead men comming alive. Shadow turned and saw them rise swords drawn "Hmmm this mght be fun." With that shadow drew hi fire red light sabers igniting them as he raised them. "Bring it"... Shadow lept at the risen warriors, lightsabers dancing through the air. Shadow smiled as landed and 3 of the warriors fell to the floor in half. With the flick of his hand shadow sent another back to ablivian. "Lets play." With another twirl and slash two more of the warriors fell to shadow's blade. It hissed with pleasure as shadow cut down another, it could taste battle and the taste of a dead opponent, it loved it as much as shadow. The dark side swirled around Shadow wishing to taste battle, he would opease that taste one way or another...

Vance had finally found that which he sought.

Standing over the crypt of the tombs Sith Lord, Vance could only smirk to himself as he reached out. Placing his gloved hands around the small, complex holocron, he picked it up slowly. Casting a critical eye over the ancient artifact, Vance knew that his task was complete... for a Sith Lord's holocron was more information than any average Sith holocron could offer.

Turning, Vance began to retrace his steps, not wishing to hit a pressure trap; but his attention was soon caught by a shouting voice from outside of the chamber he was within. Frowning, he began moving forward quickly, the holocron in his hands being relocated to a pouch on his belt, as he tried to find out what was happening; with any luck, the other two hadn't set up traps, and the tomb wasn't beginning to collapse on itself.

Stalking into the main chamber, Vance's eyes narrowed at the sight. Hovering in the middle of the chamber was the old spirit of Marka Ragnos, and seemingly under his control were dark, long since dead, servants; and judging by the weapons they held, they were intent on riding the ancient tomb of its unwanted visitors...

Walking toward the spirit, Vance called, his voice raising in the wake of moaning corpses and howling creatures:

"Marka Ragnos! Why do you attack those of your own Order? We are fellow Sith, here to seek out the knowledge you have laid to rest with your physical body." Vance stared at the spirit, his blue eyes narrowed. "We seek to further the Sith Order's cause in the galaxy, to bring power to our Order... and to do this, we must use your teachings of wisdom and strength!"

Motioning to the walking dead, Vance pointed. "Call off your servants, spirit," He sneered, before looking back to Marka. "You waste your energies on such a pointless exercise... we do not wish to deface your tomb, we are simply taking what should belong to the Sith as a whole."

Searching around the chamber for his fellow Sith, Vance called. "Orion, Shadow, prepare yourselves... if this spirit does not wish to help the Order he upheld for so long, then we must prove we are worthy of taking what he no longer needs!" And reaching to his belt, Vance's gloved hand wrapped around the hilt of his lightsaber; he was quite prepared to fight his way free of this situation, but he was willing to bet Marka Ragnos was still in touch with his sense of intelligence...

...if not, then things would become interesting indeed.

A large meterorite streaked down from the atmosphere. As it came closer to the temple ruins, it became clear that it was no rock meterorite, it was instead a space liner, reported missing several days ago by Mon Calamari authorities. As the ship plummeted torwards the surface, escape pods fired off from it's sides, the pods landed all among the ruins of the temples. The space liner it's self crashed into an ancient temple, exploding into thousands of fragments that littered the landscape. Judicious emerged from his respective escape pod, his lips smeared with the blood of his latest meals. As he emerged from the pod, something landed at his feet. He looked down to see an old lightsaber lying there. Picking it up, he pressed the activation stud to see what kind it was. A ruby amethyst blade about two meters long extended outwards. Waving it around, satisified that it would serve him well, he packed the blade into his waist pouch, and scurried out away from the pod, and torwards a temple where he felt the presence of several of those dark beings. The ones that were like him. Reaching the temple entrance, he raced inside. From the other pods emerged other passengers of the hijacked liner, mainly rich patrons and their favorite slaves, along with a few crew members that hadn't given him any trouble. As he hurried inside, he could hear the others heading for the temples as well, drawn by the variety of riches they offer.

Shadow's blade danced throguh the air guided by him, and shadow by the dark side of the force. Shadow could feel that even thoguh it was helping kill things it had created it was grateful and happy for the chance to fight, to spill blood of others. Shadow could feel it, and he was pleased not but not only for the darksides apeal to the battle, but because he could do what he did best. Kill, and he did. Through corpse after corpse Shadow cut throguh slicig and stabing, cutting swords in half that attempted to wound him. Shadow could only smile as he kicks a body to the ground and crushed it's skull under the sole of his boot. But even though shadow had killed many he still was not satisfyed, he needed more and it was right before him. Shadow looked onto the last of the warriors, Shadow put his saber away and stood arms open. The warrior charged just as shadow had hoped, the warrior neared him and raised his sword for a strike. Shadow extended his hand, extending the force where it wrapped around the warrior and flung him into the wall, the warrior fell to the ground and never got up.

Shadow looked up to see his master come rushing into the chamber stopping before something. Shadwo looked up and frowned, for in the air hung the spirit of soem oen he had read about many times. "Marka Ragnos." The words escaped his lips with the taste of discust on his lips. Marka had attacked him and he did not forgive for that easily. But shadow stayed back and watched his master.

"Marka Ragnos! Why do you attack those of your own order? We are fellow Sith, here to seek out the knowledge you have laid to rest with your physical body." Shadow watched, he felt his master's anger and saw his eyes narrow. "We seek to further the Sith Order's cause in the galaxy, to bring power to our Order... and to do this, we must use your teachings of wisdom and strength!"

Vnace motioned to the 2 walkign dead he had missed. "Call off your servants, spirit," Shadow's master looked back to Marka. "You waste your energies on such a pointless exercise... we do not wish to deface your tomb, we are simply taking what should belong to the Sith as a whole."

Shadow saw Vance's head turn, no doubtingly looking for him and Orion. "Orion, Shadow, prepare yourselves... if this spirit does not wish to help the Order he upheld for so long, then we must prove we are worthy of taking what he no longer needs!" Shadow smiled under his hood as he saw Vance's hand reach toward his lightsaber.

Shadow once again took out his and looked at the last two warriors he had left. "Vance unfortunately Marka is about to be out of servants to call off. Marka attacked so i defended, and there are still attackers left." Shadow leaped between the two remaining servants Ragnos commanded and and useing both his sabers severed their heads. Shadow looked up at Ragnos and "Marka Rangos, if you attack me agian i will defend and kill." Shadow too a minute to smile "But i hope you can do better than that..

Shadow diverted his attention to the ceiling, it wavered and in places cracked, Shadow knew only one things could have happened, a ship impacted and most likely on boared a sith. Shadow took a moment to look into the force, and then he felt it the destinct life signature of a sith. "Another has arrived." shadow thought to himself good.....

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