Korriban...
Amidst the growing danger to the sith order, and betrayal by their own empire, cremek candorus, sith scholar and sorcerer, flies to korriban in search of secrets both profound and profane..
Cremek had ventured quite far from sith territory to come here, chills running down his spine, this place was the sacred home world of his kind, He shivered with almost religious reverence, He prayed his long quest for the knowledge of the ancient sith was nearing an end, that he could return, prize in hand, and vanguard a new era for his kin. Part of him was extremely eager to touch down, his ship, a small interceptor class fighter he had borrowed from the empire just before the split, but by now he had added his own.. personal touch to it. stepping out onto the rocky, inhospitable soil, the once proud spires of the valley of the dark lords had stood the test of time, though they were broken, ruined, neglected.. Only their bases remained, cremek walked carefully, standing between them, the wind had picked up, as sand and rocks kicked up, uncomfortable, but not dangerous. All the trials he had faced, all the pain he had both caused and endured, it was all for this, this one chance to make things right. Armed with his saber, his grimoire, his knowledge, and his sheer force of will, and of course.. the force, cremek entered the valley of the dark lords.. He did not know what he would find, but he didn't care, there had to be SOMETHING to gain from this, anything that could benefit the sith order, even in a small way. He steeled himself, but fear lingered in his heart. What if I did this all for nothing.. what if I fail, or my contribution does nothing to stop the fall of the order.. Cremek banished these thoughts from his head, and pressed on.