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He pulled a small disk from his belt and placed it on the top right corner of his mask. He tapped it once and a bright light illuminated the dark cavernous hall way. It was in ruins. Collems lay slanted over on the walls, sections of walls had crumbled ot the floor, disfiguring the pictographics stories that ran the wall. He looked about, mackign his way in further, duckign under fallen colems and sidlign past chunks of the cealing that had come away. "We're here for information, there is somethign that I need to know."

He pushed away a large rock chunk and uncovered another passage way. There was now a split in pathes. One continued straight down the other directly to the right. He turned back to llok at you through the T-visore, gesturign to one of the paths. "Pick one."

"Porcupines do not just float, my dear, they swim." He laughed lightly as he removed a slightly larger battery sized light from his belt and handed it to her, showing her how to turn it on. He turned and shown his own light down the hall, it was a bit cleaner then the one they were leaving. He looked back over his shoulder, "If oyu get lost I'll find you."

He pushed aside cob webs and every now and then paused to wipe dust form the walls and study the pictographs. He would be silent after one, or would sigh with releife after another. He came to one eventualy that caused him to sigh with frustration. "There may be a few traps up ahead waitign for us. Ready your self Nini...I think your agility may come in hand."

He pulled something from his belt. It was a small sphere of some kind. He squeesed it gently and then opened his hand. A holographic map appeard. It was a chart of the ruins they had explored so far. He squeesed it again and the image vanished. He reared his arm underhand and tossed the little ball forward. It clanged agianst stone and rolled a bit further. Aryx pulled a disk shaped object form his belt that worked exactly the same as the ball, but there wa smore to the caverne on this image. "Hmmm...there is a large room upahead...and antichamber mambey..."

He put the holoprojecter back in its ouch on his belt and caught the messege sent by Nini. He sighed with impastience. "Great...stuck..." He turned and headed in the direction is came from, a little farther up, and found her wedged into a small passege off to the side. Most likely an air intake tunnle. He crotched down and patted her legs. "COmfy?"

Travanor was running as he came to a path covered in brush. He raised his saber in front of him and cut the brush while he was running. He then kept on his path. He really wished he had a map. He wasn't accustomed to Korriban.

After a while in the tomb, Judacrus began to feel the dark spirits in the room. It was faint at first, but slowly he could hear the voices of Sith wraiths and evil creatures. After several minutes, he began to hear a dull drumming noise, beating like a terrible war drum.

He knew who it was. He had never met the spirit, but this was without a doubt the owner of this tomb.

Naga Sadow.

The ship touched down and Tchai finished hacking the lock on his door. He had been building up anger for the entire trip, he simply wanted to kill someone, but specifically his brother. "Why! He has escaped my grasp!" The door slid open and he slid out into the hallway, his steps making no sound. He could hear his master huffing towards the door, he didn't have much time. He undid the loose cieling panel that he used as his secret hiding spot for his few belongings that he had smuggled abord. He pulled out his sword, Poisinbloom, and took off after his master. He crept up behind him and watched with joy as the blade broke the skin and his master screamed, feeling the blade. Suddenly the hilt grew warm and the golden vines intricately laid over the base of the blade began to crawl up to the cut, draining the blood from the wound and filling the clear crystals along the pomel with a red energy. Tchai smiled, "So....the rumors were true, this is the blood sword." He recalled the rumors of it's abilities and he turned the pomel the the side, watching the crystals empty and the vines spurt the red energy into his old master, the skin around the wound started to become gray and dry out. Soon the taint had spread throughout his master. His body collapsing in on itself and turning to dust. "One must not mess with the force, master." He turned and got the rest of his stuff before sneaking off of the ship and out of the city. He soon came upon the temple among the ruins of the tombs of the Sith Lords. He came up to the enterance and turned in. He sat inside the enterance, waiting for someone to come guide him. He focused his anger, he would fight for a spot with the Sith. He deserved it.

In the tomb, Judacrus concentrated more and more on the voice and drumming. He focused for several more minutes, until a thin form slowly appeared in front of him. It was a tall, bald man, wearing pale golden armor, and a tattered cape. He bore no lightsaber, but this time, he actually bore no weapon at all; it had been removed from his grave by none other than Darth Revan.

"Greetings, young one..."

Judacrus looked up, appraising the spirit. "Master Sadow."

The spirit smiled. "Good. I'm glad to see you have pride enough not to bow before me, even me."

"I have great honor," was all he replied.

"As you should. Not many Sith could handle training two apprentices. The strain was too great on their abilities. You however, seem to become stronger for it... Darth Judacrus."

He looked down at his lightsaber. "I was given a rare Force ability; previously unheard of. I have the power to..."

"Become stronger through your battles."

Guran entered the temple and began to walk towards the interior, but he hadn't gone too far before he just about tripped over Tchai, "Watch where you plant yourself scum. Otherwise you might find yourself in a position to get killed." The tall gungan said with a snarl on his face.