Sedriss watched patiently as the star destroyer exited hyperspace, revealing the frozen world of Ziost. His hatred grew in intensity as he saw the sacred world of the sith.

Lord Chaos, prepare the troops for landing. You will lead them if we experience any resistance. Take Tyr Daroth with you; he will be your 2nd in command.

His long illustrious robes flowed gently as he made his way from the bridge, making haste to his personal ship. Accompanied by his High Inquisitor, he halted in the long hallway, feeling disoriented and enraged.

I sense something. Something familiar, yet a mind consumed by evil. We are near Inquisitor Jas, for soon I will prove to all that my lineage is indeed the truth.

Continuing to his ship, Sedriss Sadow prepared for his future, ready to lay final claim on his position. Those who dared oppose him would feel an eternal pain, which would damn their souls with his blackness.

Lord Maim looked to the sky, his senses aflame.

"Father, the heir approaches. Shall I guide him to you?"

The answer came swiftly from the Dark Lord of the Sith.

"Yes, my son. Guide him to me so that all can be set in motion as I have foreseen."

"Yes, My Lord."

The High Priest's sense flamed out like tendrils of the Dark Force itself. His sense guided the other to him. It reached out like a forgotten lover for it's forgotten love. The entire temple of Darkness seemed to flame with dark energies. The Dark Lord's sense itself joined with his son's in a blaze of energy which could be missed by none, and would surely be felt by those who now approached.

A beacon.

The lean Disciple turned, glancing out the viewport at the cold dark world below. The Disicple pulled up his hood cloak around him shrouding his features apart from a newly appearing bit of stubble appearing on his chin.

The Disciple walked towards the turbo lift quietly awaiting His superior Max Chaos to lead the way..

"Yes Dark Lord Sedriss."

He turned and exited the bridge and made his way to the troops. As he walked he saw Try Daroth standing near the lift. He signaled ot him as he boarded.

"We must ready the troops for landing."

The lift glided down and stopped. The two left the lift and entered the hangar. Looking out over the troops he looked around. He grabbed a nearby comm to direct the troops.

**We will be landing shortly, all commaders get your teams ready. You slack, you get punished.**

Sedriss stood in the eye of the furious blizzard, looking like some malevolent god from the ancient past of the sith. His loyal Massassi gaurds marched dutifully through the deathly storm, never uttering a complaint or whimper. His pitiless eyes scanned the horizon of Ziost for opposition but as of yet, none had revealed itself.

The darkside began to experience an upheaval, literally shaking the ground beneath his feet. His mind was drawn to a small speck on the horizon, which as they approached, soon became a large and foreboding temple. His fellow sith knew that death inhabited that place, yet their eyes showed their willingness to sacrifice.

A sinsister shadow emanated from the interior, almost calling to him, seemingly knowing his identity and his intentions. He motioned for Lord Chaos to halt the troops, since what lie inside would be to much for them.

Slowly, the Dark Lord and his High Inquisitor entered the decrepit structure, feeling the warmth inside its grand foyer. His eyes squinted as a lone figure came towards them, totally enshrouded in the shadows. His hand did not reach for his weapon for he knew that this man was no enemy; no, he was much more.

Identify yourself immediately, for you are in the presence of Sedriss Sadow; the heir to Naga and the new Dark Lord of the Sith.

Lord Maim, High Priest of the Sith, spoke in a calm, slow, and cold tone.

"If you do not know who I am, then you deserve no such rank. You will not impose it upon those in this temple for you will find us unimpressed by it."

The High Priest moved slowly from the shadows, flowing crimson robes with ancient runes written upon them in blood flowed around him in some unfelt wind.

"You come to find truth, and truth you will receive. However, are you ready to unburden yourself of pride and omnipotence to the holders of the ancient secrets and the Source of the Dark Force itself in this galaxy?"

If you do not know who I am, then you deserve no such rank. You will not impose it upon those in this temple for you will find us unimpressed by it.

These words cut deep into Sedriss's mind, fueling him with an unmitigated hate, threatening to spiral out of control. However, his soul told him different, pleading with him to follow and listen, something which he rarely did. The sinister figure moved slowly, his robes giving him a blood red hue.

Who is the man? He hides his face but he seems so....almost like me...

Nodding to the High Inquisitor, they began to follow, ever watchful but knowing their destiny was just beginning. He coud feel the perverted essence of Naga Sadow permeating the walls of the temple. He answered the mysterious mans second question with respect and confidence.

I am ready and as such, I have let my pride go. Now show me this source you speak of.

The High Priest moved now in silence deep into the bowels of the Temple of Darkness. The obsidian stone which surrounded them seemed to bend to his will as they traveled to the very center of the temple itself and to a set of doors with no handles.

Parting his robes slightly a golden dagger with blades on four sides could now be seen at his side. The face upon the hit of the weapon, which seemed to be that of an Ancient Sith, came alive as the High Priest called to it.

"Talshida Dagger hear the words of your only master. Move now and open the chamber of forgotten knowledge. Show us the path to the source."

As it was said, the Talshida dagger took flight and burried itself to the hilt in the only hole in the giant set of doors. As the dagger turned, the doors opened before them.

Turning to Sedriss the High Priest spoke once more.

"Go now, alone, this is something you must do for yourself."

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As Sedriss entered, a figure in a death black cloak looked up from his meditation.

"Greetings.... My son."

The journey was inspiring to Sedriss, for very few men ever saw the inner realm of this Temple and lived to speak of it. The enigmatic man never spoke, almost as if he was being guided by an even darker purpose. They arrived in front of a most unusual door, adorned in sith heiroglyphics but having no handles.

The shadowy guide produced a brilliant sith dagger of untold age, flinging it into the door. His words indicated that this was Sedriss's task alone.

Inquisitor Jas, please remain here with our host. I will go alone.

Eerily the doors swung open, revealing a dark inner chamber bathed in a flickering glow of light. Standing tall and proud as only his forefather would, Sedriss Sadow walked inside the holy shrine. He sensed an undesricable and unfathomable power within, watching and expecting his arrival. For an instant his heart stopped, as words, laced with a daggers edge, pierced his soul.

Greetings my son!

Slowly the light began to reveal a figure, almost as if this man coalesced out of the darkside itself. Sedriss walked closer not knowing why but seemingly compelled by instinct and heritage. The twisted mind of Naga seemed to speak to him.

Go....he is your father.......he will reveal all....It is your destiny.....

The once orphaned sith now knew what the darkness had in store for him. His cold voice dripped with blackness but remained respectful, for the being in his midst could destroy whole words if he so desired.

What is thy bidding Father?

The former Dark Lord of the Sith moved upon the obsidian stone ground as though floating above it. Runes appeared upon his cloak now and then as he moved only to vanish again like phantoms. The knowledge contained within his mind had lifted him to a level he was destined to attain. He was the source of all knowledge for the Sith Race. The keeper of the ancient secrets and the ancient pasts.

"My time as Dark Lord of the Sith has come to an end, my son. It is time for me to take the position I was born to. The knowledge I possess will no longer be horded by me for my own personal gain and growth. Instead I will use such knowledge to further the growth of our people. The Sith MUST unite once more. We must stand as one against the gathering masses of Jedi who seek only to destroy us. My will is that you spread my word. The Sith must once again become a whole nation. We must stand together against those who will oppose us."

Spreading his hands, a table appears before them. Upon it are the armor, sword, and sabers of the fallen Naga Sadow.

"These relics of the ancient past shall now herald a new day for the Sith. You will wear that which your ancestor did. You will become that which your ancestor was.. a leader for the Sith race. Do not rule them as I attempted to, instead.. lead them to victory over their enemies and they shall respect you as Naga Sadow and his kind were so deeply respected by the Sith all those years ago. Do not rule through fear but instead lead by the example of a warrior. This is also my will."