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The Dark Jedi Temple

The Dark Jedi Temple lies on the barren world of Korriban, a planet overwhelmed by the power of the Darkside and teeming with danger. It is a true test to the skill of the Dark Jedi. The Temple stands close to the infamous 'Valley of the Sith', the home of many former-Sith tombs. It is claimed that this is the only place a Dark Jedi can discover the secrets for fulfilling their maximum potential with the Darkside. The Temple itself has almost no protection, or even technology to aid in defence. Only the most basic of supplies are available, as well as out-dated droids for training. However, the Dark Jedi have complete faith that the Dark Aura will keep them concealed until they wish to make their presence known to the Galaxy.

Picture 'liberated' from Basch-The-Great

Dark Jedi Members

Dark Lord of the Sith
- Calliope Vera [K 19]

Sith Apprentice
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Emperor's Hand
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Dark Jedi Master
- Valentin [NPC]
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Dark Jedi Knight
- Valeera Sanguinar [NPC]
- Eros Manium [NPC]
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Dark Jedi Apprentice
- Kari Railyn [Guilyn]
- Tobias Lithium [Terra Halliwell]
- Sieg Varlight [FireRaver]
- Itovaa Paine [Psyon Black]
- Jaden Kree [TheXFactor]
- Hae-den Ferric [The-vampire-mikhail]
- Viku Vires [Tman74744]

Calliope Vera was no botanist, no geologist, nor was she interested in such sciences, but she couldn't figure out how this plant got here. She'd been pacing the academy's surroundings for a solid two hours now, and had just recently been distracted by a spot of colour in her peripheral Force senses. It was an unnatural blot of life, and its presence was a simple mystery to her. She'd knelt, examined the plant, tried to place it in her memory, and had been disgusted when she'd failed. Nevertheless, this nuisance was something to learn from: it had been a long, long time since she'd seen anything growing on Korriban's rocky, desolate surface.

With a gentleness that would disgust Sith Lords of the past, she uprooted the plant and carried it back to the Academy, where she replanted it by a window. She had made the simple statement that any student who wishes to kill the plant may, at the forfeit of his or her life. There was much to learn from plants, she had explained, and weeds. This one's determination to live had brought it from wherever it was from to germinate on Korriban: no small feat.

Truly, she wondered exactly what caused the plant to live under the harsh evil of the planet. She could seek out a botanist, she decided, or a geologist, to solve her little mystery-- but no, that would ruin the lesson.

Calliope Vera was not a well-known face anywhere but the Sith World of Korriban. She was seen often, yes, but always after mind trick, only to be protected further by false names and guises. It was how she kept up with the galaxy while remaining hidden. Red eyes glanced ruefully back at the walls of the Academy: hidden. Her face darkened; it was not often the way of the Sith to be discreet, but more of an impact would be made if this dark enclave was unveiled as a powerhouse, not as the leafy, weak thing that it was.

Her students, she felt, were stupid. There were few, she knew, but even fewer actually had the potential to even dream of succeeding her. With the way some of them were training, she would live forever. She had pondered this for several days now, and now it was time to come to a decision. She shrugged her cloak away from her armor, draping it over har arm as she walked back towards the academy. Despite the planet's rocky surface, she walked with confidence, never looking down to check her feet.

The academy doors practically swung open before she reached them, and she never had to break stride. She walked through the Foyer, past the proving grounds, the library, to where that schutta of a plant was. She examined it one last time, touched its thorny leaves. She then straightened, tossed her cloack aside.

A mere, short time later, the number of academy residents was much smaller, but the overall feeling of the Force was much stronger. The bodies were removed by both droids and students, leaving the Chiss to her contemplations. She would have to begin recruiting again, but she would have to be much more selective than she and her predecessors had been in the past. The training, she decided, would be harder and more brutal, to weed out those who escaped her initial screening.

The Academy would bloom, she decided, it would simply take that much longer.

The Dark Lady of the Sith had sensed Kari's presence in much the same manner she had sensed the flower: she was a flicker of life on a dead-to-the-eye planet, albeit a weak one. Vera straightened, black hair and black robe falling into place. There was the Force in this one, to be sure, but there had been the Force in sixty-four students and nineteen knights she'd slaughtered this very morning.

Nevertheless, as the people who would have made up her welcoming committee had been part of the eighty-three dead, she decided it would be her duty to judge this one. Thus, she strode forward.

Calliope always took her time moving from place to place in her academy. It would be a shame to do otherwise, what with the thousands of years of history etched on the walls, engraved in the pillars, and spilled on the floor. There mere feeling of the Force this place was enough to reaffirm her addiction to the Dark Side, and when she walked these halls every day, when this feeling was ingrained in her very life, she took the time to appreciate its intoxication. This place breathed power.

Nevertheless, she walked with a purpose. The soft noise made by her boots on the stone floor might've made an apprentice feel powerful, but the noise itself didn't register in Calliope's Force senses. She focused, instead, on that tiny candleflicker of a life that was Kari, and although she didn't know the girl's-- it had to be a girl--name, she was certain she would find it soon enough.

She found Kari in the eastern wing of the Academy, about to stumle her way out of the Grand Foyer. She was silent for a moment, watching the girl's wandering movements with a mixed sense of shared wonder and disgust.

"This architecture is thousands of years old," she said simply. Her voice carried in this room, making her sound both dangerous and inviting. Calliope was aware what a powerful presence she was, spurred on by her ever-successful manipulation of the Force.

Calliope smiled.

Fool.

She gestured around her, fluidly making sure Kari noted all of the room. As if on cue, the glowpanels lit brighter. "This is an academy; a place of learning." She moved forward, towards the girl. "I'm suprised you are so ignorant. All the galaxy knows the dangers of Korriban."

Indeed, she was suprised. The notion of any sentinent not knowing of Korriban-- its lore, its extensive history-- was ridiculous. Surely this girl was not so stupid as she was acting. Was she hiding something? A republic spy, perhaps?

Her advancement somehow managed to remain elegent, yet gain a sinister sense of foreboding. Quietly, almost gently, Calliope reached out with a tendril of the Force, snaking her way to Kari's brain. Had she felt like giving any indication, she would have assured her that the process shouldn't hurt-- she should simply feel some slight discomfort.

This was her favorite way of gaining information. It was like a game, learning to knock down mental walls, following emotions to different sources, being able to see, feel, how the brain ticked. Also, it never seemed to fail her. It was hard to subconsciously lie.

Tobias jumped out of hyperspace. The craft he was flying was a rumbling piece of junk he'd fixed up back on Coruscant. Anyone else would've been surprised that the thing hadn't fallen apart while making the jump into hypersapce, but he knew tis ship inside and out and was confident in it's potential. He had of course, taken it apart with his bare hands and put it back together himself. In front of him lay a planet so barren, he wondered if the rumors he'd heard were true at all. He failed to see how anything could live on this planet. "This is it D4. Korriban." he said. The droid replied with a whistle and buzz. Tobias could tell that even his little friend doubted his information. But they might as well give it a look anyways, since they had come so far.

As Tobias entered the planet's atmosphere, a strange feeling overcame him. It was so strong that he began to get a headache. There was something here all right. He could feel it, just as he could feel his uncle's presence. But this was far more stronger than he could even imagine. He reopened his eyes and saw that the planet looked worse up close. But in the distance, he could see what he thought at first to be a mountain, but as he drew closer, he saw that it was actually a building made of stone. And he could feel the same thing he did before, pulling him closer, drawing him to it. He landed the ship a few yards from the structure and jumped out, dirt rising up as his black boots hit the ground with a THUD. He looked up at the building in a sort of awe. It was colossal. It''s size would have fit it on coruscant, surrounded by other large structures; but out here in the middle of no where, it took dominance across the plain, it's peaks almost disappearing into the dirty cloudy sky.

Looking back around him, he saw what was unmistakeably an entrance. He looked back up at D4 "Stay with the ship. I doubt anyone may be here. This shouldn't take long." and with that he turned back towards the entrance, and began to walk inside.

Her left hand rubbed the back of her right arm, in a weak attempt to keep herself focusd on this women. The eerie feeling from this planet and this place had still ot left, was this the power she was speaking of. It's true there may have been more here then what she could see, like something on the edge of feeling itself.

"Other Jedi?" Kari asked, the idea that there was more then one type of jedi wasn't something she knew about. All she knew, or thought she new was that jedi are strong; and she was weak. Kari worked hard to find her voice to speak again. "M...may I ask what the d...differences are?" Kari again finding it hard to speak without some kinda of pause.