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Tython - Flesh Raider infested camps on the far side of the planet. Unknown Location

With the same small explosion-implosion seen that happened on Voss, Skandaronous appeared in the middle of a massive Flesh Raider camp. With a quick inspection, the Flesh Raiders here were descendents of those that were introduced into the Darkside teachings. With his sudden intrusion, the beasts started to brandish their weapons. In a reflexive gesture Skandaronous released a small controlled wake of darkside energy in there direction to quell any hostility. Apparently it did the trick, because the creatures lowered their arms. A big hulking and scarred one stepped to the front and addressed him in it's growling imitation of Basic. "You not Jed'aaiii. You Ssttiiith. What you want?" Skandaronous just smiled. Then stated: What I want is not your concern. It also doesn't involve you. Leave me be and none of your warriors will die today. Opening his map, he located the closest entrance to the caves he was seeking. Then head off into that direction. The Flesh Raiders looked a little dumfounded at his brusque approach considering that he was outnumbered. "You not leave You die!" The leader stated and charged at him with his stolen Training saber. Skandaronous turned in an instant not even lowering his map and with his free hand let loose a powerful concentrated blast of lightning into the hilt of the weapon. The weapon exploded in it's hand with a shower of sparks and smoke eliciting a yelp of pain from the beast. "That was just a warning." He said as he went back to his task at hand. From then on when he encountered this species, they backed away out of his path.
About a mile or twos travel later, Skandaronous found what he was looking for. The entrance to the cave was hidden well, but Skandaronous found it easily enough. Going through the damp and dank interior was somewhat refreshing from the heat outside. The caves had a calming affect on him. With several twists and turns, Skandaronous found the inner sanctum. The moldy objects left inside looked to be from a time when Revan started to feel the Darkside. There were Jedi and Sith relics and in a few niches in the walls were Holocrons and Datacrons that had lost their power. "All they need is some Force energy." He thought to himself while putting them away for future examination. Soon he came to an ancient statue that had been overgrown with moss and weeds. With a closer inspection, it looked to be one of Revan in Jedi attire. Although the masked looked to be added later onto the original creation. The statue was really interesting because it held residual energies from both the light and dark sides of the Force. Nosing around the base of the statue, Skandaronous found the source of the residual energies. In the base was a hidden compartment that slid out with an immense amount of dust from pressing a hidden switch. Inside was a Holocron and an antique holo-recorder. The Holocron was shaped just like the statue and looked to have taken much time and careful craftsmanship to create. With the removal of the items a Jedi force ghost appeared behind him. Apparently this ghost happened to be Revan's Jedi teacher. "What do you seek here Darksider?" With another smile Skandaronous replied. "Wisdom from Revan's past." "I will accept this. Let me join your mind to teach you what I know." Skandaronous thought carefully for a moment listening to the complaints of the Sith ghosts. "I will accept your terms. Just no trying to banish the darkness within." The ancient Jedi agreed and went into Skandaronous. A few minutes later the merging process was complete. Skandaronous left the caves, opened his galactic map, and disappeared using his telaportation device.

Nal Hutta - Zebro's Palace

Zara had been seated at the bar smoking from a hookah when Dawson approached her. She did not turn her head to look at him, but nodded slightly in acknowledgement, blowing smoke rings as she listened to him explain the plan. At least the Marcan herbs had helped to alleviate some of her pain. She put down the mouthpiece and silently hopped off the bar stool. The male Twi'lek from before had been sitting next to her and mirrored her movements, thinking that she was going to take him someplace more private, blissfully unaware of the conversation that she had just had with the Zeltron. Zara smiled and kissed him on the forehead before gesturing sharply with her hand for him to scram. Though the young Twi'lek appeared hurt, he obeyed, scurrying off to locate another partner.
The band began to play a new song. Once the company had left, Zara drew closer to Dawson and pulled him with her to dance to the music so that they could still keep an eye on the guards without standing around looking suspicious
You're sure he won't double cross us? she asked, having watched his conversation with the security officer from afar but had not been able to make out any of the words.
The thought had of course come to her mind several times that she could have refused to play a part in this, stayed on the ship in the medical bay where she should have been all along. But she found all of this at least mildly exciting. It reminded her of the old days, before she was Sith. Of course she and the rest of the crew had only been small-time pirates, never pulling a stunt of this magnitude before, so it was a bit of a new experience for her as well. She kept an eye on the Weequay guards, still waiting for whoever was coming to relieve them...

Dxun-ruins

Croix had returned to the temple ruins, was meditating and constructing his saber with the help of the force. The pieces of the hilt were floating about him as he concentrated on them, the crystals were at his side laying on the cold stone floor. The pieces came together and the crystals started to float and clicked into place. The main crystal being red, and the other crystal being a special crystal intensified the beam, drawing darkside energy into it.
Croix had heard about crystals before and how some were worth a bunch of credits. His parents had amassed a big collection of artifacts such as crystals, weapons, datapads, and he though he remembered even a holocron once, but he wasn't going to worry about that right now. Right now he was focusing on the task at hand.
The saber was complete and it floated down into Croix's grasp. It was light and didn't hold any weight to it what so ever. Something so light and small was a symbol to show an affiliation. Something that was supposed to be a tool for some and a weapon for others, help to those in need, yet death for those who cross it. Croix now wielded one.
"Very good my young apprentice. Now comes the next step, Learn to use it...
Any one can hold a lightsaber and wave it around. In my age battle masters were always after one another, using Deadly art forms that would end fights almost immediately. You will spend a great deal of time here learning every style you can from me. You will learn all that you can with your skills. And as an added measure, you will use these styles without aid of the force. The force can do a lot for you, but learning to live without the force will make you stronger." The force ghost walked over to the other side of the room and turned to Croix. A stone in the wall behind him fell. The stone was the size of a door and it looked like a closet with a body inside. It was sleek and shiny with a blanket of dust and a little rust. A droid, one of which was the likes Croix has never seen before.
"This droid is my servant that I held dear to me before my time that I learned of the force. After which I turned my droid into a training assassin droid, made with special alloy that cannot be cut down by a saber, its chassis and limbs are resistant to most blaster bolts. I programmed my droid to learn, I gave it personality, and after I awaken him he will follow you from now on, striking at you, teaching you, trying to kill you. He will be your psychotic companion who will question most of your actions, sneaking off in the night to rid himself of any threats that were to come to him, and maybe even you... Learn what you can..." And with that the ghost was gone and the droids service motors and gears could be heard winding up.

"Ready to die? Master...?"

Nal Hutta - Zebro's Palace

True, he could double cross us, but I suppose all that would accomplish is give us another person to kill.
She was beginning to grow tired of the way he spoke as though he were the greatest sentient to grace the galaxy, but he was an interesting travel companion and appeared to have far more influence than she had initially presumed. An alliance with him would be mutually beneficial for the both of them, she just had to make sure that the Je'daii did not lead him astray.
Zara noticed the movement as well before he said anything.
Looks like I'll be following your lead this time, Captain. Please, I must request that you try not to make too big of a mess? I'm still recovering from my injuries and I'd rather not have to fight the big guy.

Voss - Orbit

The possessed togruta let out a low growl as he came to realize the orbital station that served as a docking base in his time had long ago been destroyed or crashed somewhere on the surface. "It seems I have two options. Spend who knows how long trying to reach the next planet or lure in some simpleton, slaughter him and his crew and reclaim my own body." the voice was hollow and echoed in a harsh tone. He growled a deep guttural sound as he pulled up the shuttles galaxy map, it was several tens of thousands of parsec's to the nearest planet. He turned the ships distress beacon and sat down and began to meditate.

"Nwûl tash.
Dzwol shâsotkun.
Shâsotjontû châtsatul nu tyûk.
Tyûkjontû châtsatul nu midwan.
Midwanjontû châtsatul nu asha.
Ashajontû kotswinot itsu nuyak.
Wonoksh Qyâsik nun."

--Peace is a lie, there is only passion.
Through passion, I gain strength.
Through strength, I gain power.
Through power, I gain victory.
Through victory, my chains are broken.
The Force shall free me.--


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