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Dictum had remained silent for most of the journey to Aaris III, reveling in meditation and delving into the dark abyss. While such things were highly practiced by the Jedi and Imperial Knights, few Sith truly aspired to understand the depths it could take one. For Dictum, it was a true understanding and bonding with the Force and a deeper means to bind its will to his own. Knowledge was power, and power wrought victory. As the ship set down, Dictum rose and followed the others. "The Code of the Sith is meaningless on it's own..." Dictum responded to Solus as his blind gaze fell upon the surface of Aaris III, shifting about and focusing on the focal point that was the Spire. The Darkness here was strong, thinning the veil between life and death as if there were no separation between the two here. Shifting his gaze briefly back to the Shard, he finished. "It's meant to guide you to a singular truth and the freedom it brings: follow your own. Let your passions be your guide. But it doesn't guide one into the Darkness...." Pausing briefly, he gaze shifts to Akheron as a smirk raises upon his veiled face. "No. The Darkness is something you find on your own." "As for the creation of a lightsaber, let the Darkness guide you." Dictum speaks the younger Apprentice as the group begins their trek toward the spire. "Once you've become to attuned to the Darkness within yourself, it will be your true Master." Dictum stops for a second as he stares off into the distance, a glance of visages through the thinned veil catching his sight in secrecy. He chuckles under his breath as steam rises from his smirked lips. "This is when you will know you are ready. As will your Master. But as with any Weapon, it's just that, a weapon, but one others place value upon." Dictum brings forth his own saber, igniting its crimson blade. "To me... it's meaningless. It's crystal was taken from a powerless Jedi Knight who's likely lost to the memory of time and its hilt is forged from parts you can find upon any planet." Dictum deactivates it and places it back upon his hip before continuing onward toward the Spire atop the steps. "The true weapon and power of a Sith is in themselves, binding the will of the Force and bending its reality to their own. Only then will you truly be free of its binding constructs and will. Master it and become its Master, just like Akheron and the Necromancer." With that spoken, Dictum catches up to Akheron and leaves Solus and Bernon to their thoughts on what he had spoken. He had already spoken more than he liked. He knew different Sith held different beliefs, but these were his own, his truth. And his truth was evolving. Looking ahead to the Spire, he questioned Akheron. "So the Necromancer lives? In this domain of his? I can feel his presence everywhere, seeping into this planet's core."

Leena felt the struggle as @Keenava Dira fought against the darkness until finally a glimmer of light burst forth. A smile played at the edge of her lips as she focused on the fallen girl. She knew the new Jedi initiate had it in her, even if the twi’lek had doubted it herself. The smile was short-lived however as Leena’s senses probed the girl’s form. This was no ordinary illness. Not that she would expect that on a world so saturated in dark side power as this; no, nothing was as it seemed here. Leena almost recoiled at the darkness that pulsated beneath the surface of this small girl’s body. She was a conduit for the darkness and little more; a victim of the ravages of the dark side. Suddenly from all around them the very world seemed to pulsate and dark fog roiled into the air. The darkness within the girl seemed to manifest about them, appearing on the fringes as cries of fear and pain laced with the fog and the green shadows cast the world in eerie hues and icy shadows. Leena lurched backwards on her heels, grabbing at Keenava’s arm to pull her backward. Shooting to her feet, the duo were joined by @Basi as he bounded back down from their ship to Leena’s side, pressing the silvery shaft of Leena’s old blade into her palm. With her face steeled against the advancing horde of red eyes piercing through the fog in the distance, Leena slid the hilt up her own sleeve as she grabbed Keenava’s and Basi’s hands. “Together,” she whispered. “We shall not be overcome.” Leena reached deep into her soul and felt for the light that rested within her soul. She grasped onto it and let it flow like a surging spring throughout. She felt for the light of the memory that glowed within Keenava and reinforced it with the exponentially expanding light from her own soul. Leena found the light that burned like a fire in Basi and with the peace of her soul bolstered it. She expanded her senses outwards, feeling for the glimmers of light in the world around them, even in the form of the consumed girl at their feet. The glimmer of hope that was her mother, warm memories of embrace, and that too she grew and into the web of light that was beginning to invisibly weave around them. At the head of the seeming army of evil marched a single woman, a leader of unknown origins and power. Leena felt her presence, felt the darkness that swirled about her. Leena felt the waves surge in the dark priestess’ wake and bolstered the light about their trio, prepared to stand in the gap, healing life-filled energy beginning to crackle and pop as any tendrils of darkness began to interlope within their aura.