The Crown of Yore

[Carden Mannux]

*Yore...an ancient city on the world of Thule, a city that most within the galactic masses were not aware of. Within this city lied a sacred treasure, one of the most valuable relics the galaxy had ever seen....the Crown of Yore. Men had dedicated their lives to it, but it was to no avail. The Crown still lied hidden and the Dark Lord was sure he knew where it was: the ruins of the ancient Sith Temple in the center of the city, destroyed during wars past. He was here, at the foot of the Temple, ready to find the Crown of Yore, the great relic that once sat upon the head of the King of Yore....just before he was killed in an assault.*

"Pathetic little man...."

*As he stalked the large steps, lightning struck the ground, eluminating the area. It would be a glorious day for the Sith, indeed.*

 

[Carden Mannux]

*The doors flew open as the Dark Lord of the Sith stepped through. Worlds trembled. Civilizations crumbled. The Dark Lord cometh. As he graced the halls with his dark presence, vermon ran from the area in fright at the Dark Lord. He paced through the temple halls, reciting the Code of the Dark Lords to himself over and over, giving him confidence and anger to the point where he could concentrate on the task at hand....and nothing else. The sensations emanating from the walls were strange...almost unnatural. But, the Dark Side of the Force is indeed a pathway to many things and abilities that some consider to be unnatural. The Dark Side certainly was strong within these walls, no doubt left there by the temple’s former owner. He noticed a strange marking within the ruins of the King's Throne, the markings say "Blood is thy Ruler; The Code brings forth" in an ancient Thulian language. Thinking for a moment, he determined that the Code of the Dark Lords was to be recieted, perhaps which would lead him to the next clue.*

"There is no peace, there is anger. There is no fear, there is power. There is no death, there is immortality. There is no weakness, there is the Dark Side. I am the Heart of Darkness. I know no fear, but rather I instill it in my enemies. I am the destroyer of worlds. I am the power of the Dark Side. I am the fire of hate. All the universe shall bow before me. I pledge myself to the darkness, for I have found true life in the death of the light...."

*The walls began to crumble as he leaped out of the way of a falling boulder. As the dust cleared, an open wall was revealed. A golden light shone out. It was there....*

 

[Carden Mannux]

*Crawling through the rubble, the Crown of Yore seemed to be in reach. Halfway there, he sees something on the floor and kneels to it. A dead bird lies on one of the white tiles. Its body is riddled with deadly darts. He stood, ever more cautious. As he stepped further, darts sprung out from every direction. He called upon the Dark Side to speed up his actions, and he quickly made it to the crown. He raised it above his head, his read eyes reflecting the golden crest.*

"Unlimited power....thank the Gods."

*He turned as he placed the crown into his robes, but all was not right. A snapping sound was heard and he turned to see a group of machine gun turrets rotating to face him.*

"I guess I spoke too soon...."

*Suddenly, a dark creation was born into his hands. From the Sith that had secretly bonded themselves over the last few years, a crimson blade, the color of death itself, was formed. He raised it above his head in the stance of Soresu as the door slammed shut.

The first blast made its way towards him. He snapped his wrists, easily deflecting the energy back towards it’s parent turret, destroying it. Another turns towards him, but he deflected it just the same. "These man-made machines cannot deter my quest for power within the Blood," he thought. Failing to defeat these man-made machines would be not only a failure on his part, but a failure on the part of the Blood God as it was he who had chosen the Dark Lord to be the one to summon him.

He called upon the rage and hatred of the Dark Side of the Force and unleashed his hand towards the sealed door that stood meters away. Slowly but surely, the door opens. As slow as it is, it provides enough cover for the Dark Lord of the Sith. The blasts deflect off of the door, hitting the roof of the temple. When the door was open far enough, he quickly dove out as far as he could to avoid being hit by the quickly closing door. As it closed gently behind him, the sound of the energy bolts could still be heard, ricocheting off the walls. He quickly made his way round the corner, down the steps and back out to the darkness of night that surrounded the temple. Because of the ricocheting blasts, the Temple began to crumble to the ground. He quickly used the Force to speed his way to his cockpit and, with the flick of a button, the ship lifted off and blasted towards space where it made the jump into Hyperspace. As Scurge had acquired the Armor of Blood before he left, two of the relics had now been found. Young Volpe was currently searching for the Mark of Blood while it was up to the Dark Lord to capture the steed at all costs....*