Master Kyp Durron

A hiss of static was all that came from the comm as the battered freighter landed with a thump. Landed... T3-M4 was confused, the ship should be scattered across the field in a thousand pieces of wreckage at the velocity it had been travelling only moments prior. He deduced that a Jedi must have intervened... he had seen many Jedi do amazing things, and had one Jedi especially to thank for his continued existance. It was only a shame that Master Kyp had become one with the Force, leaving without giving him a chance to thank him properly. T3-M4 jacked into the ship's main computer, entering the command to open the hatch and lower the boarding ramp. The ship groaned in protest as is complied with the command, and the main computer jolted with a burst of short-circuited electricity and smoke as the primary computer died. WHEET!! T3-M4 exclaimed as the electricity played over his utility arm. Recognizing that there was nothing more he could do with the ship's computer, or the ship itself for that matter, T3-M4 trundled down the boarding ramp and set off for the ruins of the Jedi Library. If Master Kyp's last command was correct, he should find a way to contact Xae-Lin Ardel there.

Dammit LAP. No cookies for you! LOL at the story though... and I don't do that PSI crap.

The deep blue swirl of hyperspace parted into starlines, finally resolving themselves into the individual jeweled pinpricks of light against the cold black backdrop of space as a battered and antiquated freighter executed it's automated course toward Ossus. Warning alarms flooded the air within the freighter, though no life forms were aboard to hear them or respond. "Dwoooo...", T3-M4 mournfully whistled. T3-M4 jacked into the freighter's main computer, attempting to override the master alarms, and stabilize the craft. He was designed for utility functions and navigation, not for piloting... Master Kyp had programmed the freighter with the coordinates and approach vectors for the ruins of the ancient Jedi Library on Ossus, but had not counted on the hyperdrive motivator blowing out and causing the primary repulsors to short out along with it. The viewport glowed orange with fire as the freighter plummeted through the atmosphere. Unable to slow the vessel, T3-M4 reprogrammed the inertial compensator to 200% in the hopes that it would help him survive the inevitable crash intact...

From deep within the Unknown Regions, a battered and antiquated freighter emerges from hyperspace over Ossus...

Character Sheet Basic Information: Real Name: T3-M4 Nickname: Teethree Age: Built in 3,956 BBY Model: T3-series utility droid Sex: Masculine programming, but openly homosexual Homeworld: Taris Alignment: Neutral Good Occupation: Utility Droid/Slicer/Astrogation Droid Special Features: Upgradable Weapons and Armor, 3 Highly-Secure(read inaccessible unless the Droid willingly permits it.) Internal Compartments, Dual Encrypted Memory Cores Non-Force User (obviously) Physical Description: Height: 0.96 meters Photoreceptor colors: Blue/Purple-shifting primary, yellow and red secondaries Exterior color: Durasteel gray, with some obvious age pitting and discoloration Equipment, Belongings, and Features: Weapons: Integrated blaster, flamethrower, electric shock arm Inventory: Master Kyp's Violet-Bladed Lightsaber, Master Kyp's Datapad, Master Kyp's Credit Chit, Master Kyp's Jedi Holocron Programming: Self-Preservation Protocols, Code-Breaking Protocols, Computer Slicing Protocols, full Astrogation Charts and Protocols, Anti-Memory Wipe Security Protocols, Interpretation Protocols (Though T3-M4 can only "speak" in Droidspeak ((Binary)), unless plugged into a Computer Terminal or Datapad, where he can display a multitude of languages on-screen.) Background and History: T3-M4 was a late-prototype model of the T3-series utility droid, built on Taris in 3,956 BBY by Duwani Mechanical Products. It was customized by Janice Nall, a droid vendor on the same planet, for the local crime lord Davik Kang. The droid was top-of-the-range for its time, and featured exceptional code-breaking and computer slicing skills, in addition to being able to mount armor and weapon upgrades. T3-M4's original purpose was to aid Canderous Ordo in breaking into a Sith military base on Taris for Davik Kang. Revan, under the advice of Canderous, assisted in stealing the launch codes from the base and the motley group managed to escape the planet without being vaporized by the Sith blockade. When the Ebon Hawk, Davik's most appreciated light freighter, came into Revan's possession, T3 accompanied its crew for the rest of their journey, eventually being taken by Revan to the borders of the Unknown Regions. Before this, however, T3 was given special instructions by Bastila Shan, another of Revan's companions. Under this programming, if T3 lost contact with Revan, he would return to Republic space and contact her. Following these instructions, T3-M4 resurfaced five years after the end of the Jedi Civil War when the Ebon Hawk returned to known space. Unable to find Bastila, he instead sought to find the Jedi Exile because of her history with Revan. T3-M4 was instrumental in repairing and getting the heavily damaged Ebon Hawk to the Peragus mining facility while all the other crew members were incapacitated. During the Exile's journeys, T3-M4 was responsible for the Ebon Hawk's navigation, as he alone could access the navigation records of the ship due to a voice-printed lockout. Presumably, they had been locked by Revan to hide his destination. Eventually, after the destruction of Malachor V””Revan's last known location””along with its Sith academy, the droid fulfilled his final mission by guiding the Ebon Hawk into the Unknown Regions. During his time spent in the Unknown Regions, T3-M4 was eventually stolen from the Exile by spies of the Chiss Ascendancy who wished to determine the origin and intentions of the Human Jedi who had encroached upon their borders in the Unknown Region. When the Exile refused to give the information voluntarily, the Chiss Ascendancy confiscated the Exile's ship, the Ebon Hawk, and anything left aboard her. It is unknown what happened to the Exile after the Chiss Ascendancy came into possession of T3-M4, and T3-M4's unique programming allowed him to overload the computer matrix used by the Chiss Ascendancy in their attempts to download his memory core. Unable to gain any useful information from the droid, the Chiss Ascendancy decided to shut him down and keep him in storage. T3-M4 remained powered down for the next 4 millennia, and his escape from the Unknown Regions was by sheer chance. At some point during the Swarm War, T3-M4 was transported from a Chiss Expansionary Defense Force storage depot on Thrago by forces unknown at this time. T3-M4 remained powered down for the next several years, until he came into the possession of Jedi Master Kyp Durron. Master Kyp was intrigued by the droid's obvious antiquity, having been searching the Unknown Regions for traces of ancient Jedi and Sith teachings. He was unable to power up T3-M4, as his power cells had long expired, so he spent the next couple of years looking for a way to upgrade the droid to modern power specs. When he finally succeeded, T3-M4 was brought back online and after some confusion about when and where he was, he finally shared the stories of Revan and the Exile with Master Kyp. Master Kyp, in turn, shared his own life's story with the droid. It is unknown what happened after that, save for the fact that Master Kyp went to face something which T3-M4 will only refer to as an "unknown threat". T3-M4 is reluctant to share the details of Master Kyp's final mission, and seems to become depressed whenever he is asked about it. It is believed that the Jedi Master, though apparently successful in his mission, may have sacrificed himself in the process since T3-M4 is in possession of Master Kyp's Lightsaber, Datapad, and what few other possessions he was last known to have, which T3-M4 carries in two of his internal storage compartments. T3-M4 was able to return to known space aboard a small shuttlecraft which he somehow managed to "borrow" in order to follow his Master's final request... to return to Ossus, and seek out Xae-Lin Ardel. (At this point, T3-M4 is waiting in the ruins of the Great Jedi Library on Ossus, unless there are restrictions against it. He will remain there until Xae-Lin returns there and finds him.) If the character you want is not your first one, you shall had a reason to convince us that your character is necessary or acceptable. Well... tradition dictates that any time Master Kyp returns to the RP, he switches alignment. Rather than come back, change alignment, have to re-train, etc, I wanted to try something different. I know a droid as a character may be a bit unorthodox, but it is my wish to RP for a while as a droid instead of my past "careers" of Jedi, Sith, or Bounty Hunter. This character will have the potential to be useful, or just tag along and behave droid-like while possibly revealing some of his many secrets... one of which might have the potential to be quite interesting. Before anyone points out the obvious, yes, I know that the Lightsaber in T3-M4's possession cannot be used *by* the Droid. It, like Master Kyp's other possessions, are merely sentimental relics for storyline purposes which may or may not come into play at a later date. So far as I know(or remember), it is not outright against the rules of the RP to have a Droid PC. "Re-activation time" would equate to standard respawn time in the event T3-M4 is ever terminated.

Kyp pondered the words for a long moment. There was more unsaid, that much was certain. But what that may be wasn't his concern at the moment. He easily could have died in the crash that stranded him here, yet he lived. Xae could have rightfully stuck him down upon finding him, but she didn't. He realized the other man who was with her must be this John she referred to... and yet John too had spared him. He had a duty to fulfill, to both Xae and John. He remembered something from his childhood, a Mandalorian saying that one of his classmates had shared with him. Family is more than blood. No matter how they viewed him, Kyp realized that they both were his family in that sense. And he owed his life to that family... a strange feeling of peace washed over him as he came to the realization that he would die for either of them if need be. He started to curse himself for his past misgivings, but stopped. "That is in the past. This is now... All that can be done is to make up for the past and make the future better" Kyp thought to himself. He rose to his feet, straightened his tattered robes, and addressed Xae again. "Xae, I am glad you didn't follow the path I did. I also appreciate the chance you're giving me. I will follow you, and John, to the ends of the Galaxy, should you allow me to come with you. I have nothing and no one else... You're the only family I've got." As the approaching ship set the ending for the moment, Kyp watched and waited for John to approach. He tenderly carried Xae aboard, and Kyp felt a subtle nudge that he was allowed to follow. He wanted to introduce himself to the man he had forgotten to acknowledge earlier, but he felt that now was not the time, and he should be thankful to even be welcomed to come along... the time for introductions would come soon enough. Kyp silently followed John and Xae aboard, found a seat and buckled his crash webbing, and started to meditate as the ship lifted off.

A flood of emotion swept over Kyp as he looked up at Xae. An odd helplessness crept into his thoughts as he searched for the answers... his head sank as he closed his haunted eyes and cradled his temples in his right hand. In truth, he had no rational reasoning for what he had done in the past, in addition to the fact that he was still missing parts of his memories of what exactly had happened. He faintly remembered the long-dead ghost of Exar Kun returned to haunt him, but that old Sith spirit hadn't taken control of his actions. No, he had followed that convoluted path himself. In any case, that was in the past. Thinking upon what the spirit of Master Qui-Gon Jinn had said to him in his vision, he came upon the answer he hoped would be a step toward salving the wounds he'd left in his wake. Both Xae's... and his own. He took a deep breath, and letting the Force fill him, he slowly looked up to gaze into her eyes, his own eyes filled with regret. A single tear rolled down his cheeck as he opened his mouth to speak. "Xae... words cannot ever truely express my regret. Yes, it is true, I lost sight of my true path. I cannot give excuse, nor explaination for my past actions that can take away the scars left by them. I failed to make my decisions... and instead, those decisions made me. However, I am here now... and a wise man once told me that Failure is only truely failure when you fail to learn from your mistakes." It was only then that he broke eye contact with her, looking down at the ground. He felt unworthy to even have this conversation, yet that disembodied voice in his vision kept prodding him on. "I do not... cannot ask for your forgiveness. All I can ask is the chance to learn from my mistakes. And perhaps in time, the chance to make up for them."

Out of the swirling black mists of vague unconsciousness, a bluish light appeared. Within this light, a deep, soft, peaceful voice spoke. "Kyp Durron..." A figure appeared, both unknown and strangely familiar. Piercing blue eyes, long grey-brown hair and beard, dressed in simple brown and cream-colored Jedi robes of the Old Republic era. "Who are you? What do you want with me??"Kyp asked in this strange vision within a dream... a vision that seemed more real than reality itself. "I am he who learned from a Shaman of the Whills... he who trained Obi-Wan Kenobi. He who has watched events unfold from within the Force itself. You have done great things, Kyp... And terrible things. It is time for you to take up the path you were destined for." Images from his past flooded into his mind's eye, painfully reminding him of things forgotten... Of a life he had tried to forget, power, love... hate... pain. Seclusion on Dathomir... renewed life. The Unknown Rregions. Xae... Awaken. Kyp gasped for air as he snapped fully awake, head aching like a band of drunken Gammoreans were trying to hammer their way out of his skull. He still didn't know what planet he was on, nor how he had come to be there... but a broad lop-sided grin spread across his face as he recognized the young woman sitting before him. "Xae?"

As Kyp wandered down a narrow trail from where he had lain unconscious for the Force only knows how long, a sudden surge of something he couldn't quite identify hit him hard like a hawk-bat grasping a granite slug in it's talons. It was both exquisite and painful at the same time, like a searing energy jolting through his body. Then a soft voice spoke inside his mind... Kyp. It's me, Xae... Then the surge of energy reached it's climax, and Kyp hit his knees... no longer was he standing on the barren trail, but in the middle of a lush jungle in his mind's eye, purplish clouds laced with unnatural lightning. Kyp saw himself, dressed in simple robes, holding a violet-bladed lightsaber in his hands... and a small girl... Xae... Then the darkness enveloped him as he lapsed into unconsciousness once again.

((OOC: Sorry, I was going to post yesterday, but had a bit of a rough day. Will move on now with the changling thing being a mind trick defence mechanism, since I was unconscious )) Groggily, Kyp slowly awoke to find himself fully healed. He had no idea of how long he was out of it, but had the vague sensation that he hadn't been alone the whole time. Something familiar... a pressence I've felt before? Someone from my past? If only I could remember. Confused and a bit agitated at his uncooperative memory, Kyp got up and started searching the surrounding area for whoever it was whose almost remembered pressence brushed his mind.

Kyp picked his way through the rubble, looking for anything salvagable, yet finding nothing. He was lost on this strange planet, without even so much as a clue as to where he was... Just as well he supposed. It's not like I can wish myself out of this hell hole... He decided to head west as the sun crested the horizon. If there's anything he hated worse than being lost, it was hiking into the sun. He had gotten about 150 yards when he stopped short... it felt like something was watching him, though he hadn't heard anything. Strange... almost like hearing without hearing. Like the faint whisper of a warning, alerting him to the fact that something wasn't quite right. He shrugged it off, and contiunued westward...

Kyp woke again with a start as acrid raindrops pelted him mercilessly. Confused, he slowly sat up and surveyed his surroundings once more. Wreckage from a Lambda-Class shuttle was strewn about the grotto... Kyp couldn't remember how he managed to survive the crash, nor what accursed planet he was on. Come to think of it, I can't remember... Kyp looked down at the Lightsaber clipped to his belt. It seemed a familiar thing to him, but he had no actual memory of how he obtained it... Had he built it? Was he a Jedi or a Sith? He could remember his name, and some vague childhood memories, but beyond that... I can't remember... I have to get out of here, find some answers somehow.

Half a planet away from other happenings... It is not yet your time... you must awaken. The harsh static crack of lightning split the night sky, temporarily illuminating the grotto. Kyp found himself amidst the scattered wreckage of a Lambda-class shuttle, with no memory of how he had arrived in such a predicament. He tried to sit up, to survey his surroundings further, but immediately collapsed from an insurmountable pain coursing between his temples. Blackness enveloped him as he relapsed into the realm of unconsciousness...

((( Attack nulled )))

Yes, My Lord. In addition, I've instructed Administrator Ulyss to begin construction of a planetary defence system, so Trulalis will stay secure. The Genesis project is safe for now, I made sure Ulyss... understood what would happen if he failed me. What is this other service of which you speak?

The Bloodlust burst out of Hyperspace over Kamino. Fully rejuvenated, and at the ready to do whatever Lord Dagon required, Kyp pulled up the comm frequency for ground control on the planet below. Lord Kyp, requesting permission to land. Kyp sat back and waited patiently for a response... he needed to speak with Lord Dagon directly.

_______________________________________________________________ The Slave convoy from Trulalis exited hyperspace over Mechis III. Mechis III, this is Commander Jarrod Kresh of the Genesis Project. Requesting permission to land. _______________________________________________________________

Lord Kyp slept soundly as the Bloodlust shot through Hyperspace toward Kamino.

It had been a week since Kyp's landing on Trulalis... already things were well underway. The Sith now had an unchallenged presence on the world, which was rich in farmland and a primitive but hearty human population. Once the prefab cities were up and running, Kyp busied himself ridding the planet of all non-human sentients, rounding up the last humans to be confined in the cloning facilities. It was difficult work... and now that it had been concluded, Kyp slept a deep rejuvenating sleep. A gentle knock at the door woke him from his slumber... Lord Kyp? It was the administrator of the Genesis facilities. Kyp wanted to strike the man down where he stood for daring to wake him, but that would not help things. He let out a heavy sigh, donned his robes, and answered the door. Yes, Administrator Ulyss? What do you want? Kyp barked at the man. Forgive me for waking you sir... but 40,000 slaves are ready for transport, the cloning facilities are functional, and terraforming has already started to yield results. This planet will be at full operational status within another three weeks, providing food sources and slaves. The cloning will take more time obviously, but the facilities are self-sufficient as of this morning. Very well. Transports will be arriving later today to transport the slaves to Mechis III. See that they are sent promptly, Administrator. I am no longer needed here, I'll take my leave. You're in charge of keeping operations running smoothly here... see to it that my return to this wretched world is unnesessary, Administrator. If you fail me, I'll rip your heart out with my bare hands. Yes sir. The man stood unflinching at that thought... it was a good thing. It meant that he fully intended to fulfill his duties. Kyp dismissed the man and went back into his room. He sealed the door and began gathering his things... he could sleep on his way to Kamino. He grew weary of being on this planet, full of life, so... peaceful and serene. He had enough of nature... he longed for the decks of his ship under his feet, the cold of space. As he finished packing, he clipped his lightsabers to his belt and strode out of the facility. He quickly boarded his ship and cleared the planet with all due haste... He was happy to get out of that hell hole. He set the coordinates for Kamino, and then settled into his quarters to sleep as the ship jumped into hyperspace. _____________________________________________________________ At 1800 hours standard Genesis Facility time, the massive transport ships began their landing proceedures. Steady work ensued, as supplies were off-loaded from the ship by the slaves, who in turn boarded the empty ships once their work was complete. Only a few hours later, 40,000 slaves, now mindlessly programmed to follow orders without question, were loaded onto the transports and bound for Mechis III. _____________________________________________________________

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 has set me free. Kyp meditated on the words as they crystallized within his mind. Anger leads to Hatred, Hatred leads to Power, and Power leads to Victory. Let your Anger flow through you... Your Hate will make you Powerful. Let your Rage consume you... Rage channeled through Anger is unstoppable. Compassion, Peace, and Serenity are weak. I am the destroyer of worlds... and the weak deserve their fate. Kyp's eyes snapped open and into focus as the Bloodlust had arrived at it's destination. He scanned the planet for life forms, and found isolated pockets of primitive humanoids... no signs of major technology. Forests, Oceans, Grasslands, and large areas of Wasteland... simple huts comprised most of the buildings in the settlements, though there was one structure which stood out near the planet's only mountain range. The towering limestone edifice was surrounded by a large village and several farms. There... that is where I'll make my appearance. Subjugation of these primitives will no doubt be easy. Kyp pulled up Admiral Phillep's hypercomm frequency... ~~~Hypercomm Transmission~~~ Admiral Phillep... I have arrived at Trulalis. Lord Dagon requires these pathetic primitive humanoids to be transported to Mechis III for reprogramming. I shall subdue them quickly... I need you to send transport ships. Lord Kyp out. ~~~End Transmission~~~ Kyp smirked as he piloted his ship toward the massive limestone edifice. He set the ship on autopilot, designated it a landing zone, and waited until the precise moment his ship passed behind the building. He sprang from the ship's open loading hatch, allowed his eyes to flutter shut as he muttered an ancient Sith incantation. As he clenched his fist, the Sith Amulet he wore began to glow. He landed softly on the ground behind the structure... and twisted his right amulet-clad fist as he finished the incantation. KAOOOOOOM!!! A massive fireball, born from sheer rage focused through the Dark Side of the Force, tore the entire structure from the ground... scattering debris in all directions. Kyp calmly walked through the smoldering crater where the building had stood only moments ago. Fire licked at his feet, but he did not feel it. He was a Sith... and the Dark Side of the Force granted him the power to shield him from the effects of mere fire. He watched as an ever-growing group of the barely sentient humanoids started to gather toward him. This will be all too easy... Kyp thought to himself. He whisked one of the lightsabers from his belt and ignited it's blood-red blade with a snap-hiss. The beings closest to him shirked back in shock, but it was too late for them. He cleaved three of them neatly in twain with the first swing, and lifted a fourth twenty feet into the air with a Force choke, hurling him into the crowd as the victim gurgled his last breath. The crowd began to panic and run now... but there was no peace to be found in running. Kyp reached out with the Force and plucked one at random from those that foolishly chose to flee, and clenched his fist, crushing the man's head. His bloody corpse fell to the ground with a wet thud, as Kyp released him and focused on the remaining two who had chosen to ran. A simple flick of the hand, and Sith Lightning shot forth from his fingertips, sending agonizing pain through them as it siphoned off their life force. A couple seconds later, and their charred remains fell to the grassy ground and crumbled to ashes. The remainder of the crowd stood still in cold shock... they understood not to challenge his might, and now they understood not to run. I am Kyp Durron... and you may call me your Lord. You shall do my bidding without question, or you shall join your kinsmen in death.

~~~Hypercomm Transmission~~~ Admiral Phillep... I have arrived at Trulalis. Lord Dagon requires these pathetic primitive humanoids to be transported to Mechis III for reprogramming. I shall subdue them quickly... I need you to send transport ships. Lord Kyp out. ~~~End Transmission~~~

The Bloodlust emerged from hyperspace over Mechis III. Kyp immediately began his descent, not bothering to hail the planet below. The Dark Side of the Force was strong, and the inhabitants below certainly knew by now that he was here and why he had come. He allowed himself a cruel chuckle at the thought of the thousands of souls he had harvested on Korriban. Not to worry... Kyp said to no one in particular. There will be plenty of fresh souls to join you as we conquer the Galaxy system by system. There will be no one to stop us this time. Kyp piloted the battered Corellian Corvette to what looked like a command center, and set the ship down with a gentle hiss of repulsors in one of the empty docking bays surrounding the structure. He let the ship on standby, as he would not be here long. He picked up the large case full of Sith crystals, and disembarked the ship. As he approached the command center, he noticed that no one questioned his motives... no one tried to intercept him. He quickly made his way through the building, and found the storage facility. He left the case full of thousands of souls, along with a holomessage, for Darth Oblivion. ~~~Holomessage:~~~ Darth Oblivion, in this case are thousands of warrior souls imprisoned in Sith crystals... every last remaining warrior soul from Korriban. Lord Dagon ordered them delivered to you for the new war droids. I trust you will find them suitable... and far superior to mere slave souls. ~~~End Holomessage~~~ Thank you for choosing sprint! Kyp turned about with a flourish of his black and purple cloak, and headed back to his ship. Within minutes he was back in orbit, and off to finish his mission...

The Bloodlust hurtled away from the dead planet Korriban as Kyp charted the course to Mechis III. The ship hung in mid-orbit for a second, then seemed to enlongate and dissappear with a flash as the hyperdrive engaged.

((OOC: Sorry for the double post. It is out of neccessity, and is explained in the Sith plot line thread.)) There was a faint unnatural glow to the interior of the ancient case as Kyp placed the final Sith Crystal inside. The imprisoned souls of long dead warriors at last had fallen silent... though their new purpose would help fuel the Sith expansion. Kyp closed the case with a soft click, securing the imprisoned souls within, save for one. He looked down at the crystal he still held in his right hand. This one will come in handy later... once the greatest Dark Lord of the Sith in the palm of my hand. He placed the crystal in the pouch on his belt, picked up the case and the Massassi war sword, and walked out of the mausoleum without a second thought. Within minutes he arrived back at his battered Corellian Corvette, found a holomessage waiting for him on the bridge. Take the harvested souls to Mechis III and store them for Darth Oblivion. Upon completion, head to Trulalis and subjugate it in the name of the Sith Empire. If you require military support, request it from Admiral Phillep. Kyp absent mindedly flexed his bionic left hand, as he used sheer force of will to manipulate the controls of the spacecraft. Within moments he had cleared the dead planet, and set his course for Mechis III.

Warning klaxons blared as Kyp waited to disengage the hyperdrive until 2.5 seconds past the usual failsafe reversion. He pulled the hyperdrive actuator switch and let out a satisfying breath as the blue-white swirl of hyperspace resolved itself into realspace... but not the usual pinpricks of light. Instead, the dead planet of Korriban completely filled the view as the ship violently slammed into the atmosphere upon reversion. A sonic boom shook the atmosphere as the Bloodlust rocketed toward the planet's surface. Drawing on the Dark Side of the Force, Kyp violently shoved the fire away from the ship as it slowed to cruising speed within the planet's atmosphere. Kyp quickly found the Valley of the Dark Lords and landed the Corellian Corvette within the natural crevasse which formed the burial grounds. He left the bridge of the ship, and returned to the small museum hall he had built within the ship's converted mess hall. He paused as he came to an ancient matte-black case, a meter long and roughly half a meter wide. A smirk crossed his haggard face as he opened the case, revealing thousands of small Sith Crystals. His face once again turned to stone as he quickly shut the case, grabbed his lightsaber off it's shelf, and disembarked from the vessel. Kyp made his way past the massive stone edifices, to the Dark Lord Mausoleum. Once inside, he paused to admire the fallen Dark Lords of the Sith momentarily before setting the ancient case on the ground. He noticed several of the sarcophagi were already opened and missing their occupants. A sinister grin once again lit up his face at the thought of the Ancient Sith Lords, ripped free of their eternal resting place. This certainly is a new way of doing things... Kyp pondered as he rose from his knees to explore the rest of the mausoleum before he completed his mission. He paused in front of a familiar statue... Exar Kun. The chiseled face, scarred by a Cathar's rage-filled claws, the flowing cloak sweeping behind him in the imaginary wind... All captured flawlessly in onyx by some unknown devotee to the Sith Lord's reign. Beneath the statue, an alter was left untouched as well. Upon it lay an ancient Sith amulet, and a Massassi War Sword. On the front of the alter, a plaque read "Exar Kun, Dark Lord of the Sith, who shall never recieve rest." Kyp uttered a malevolent laugh as he picked up the last remnants of Exar Kun's Legacy and turned back to the task for which he came to the damned world of the Sith Lords. HALT... You shall not disturb this place of reverence. Kyp turned around as he donned the ancient Sith Amulet, to see the long dead spirit of Exar Kun staring down at him, his deep voice resonating throughout the chamber. Kun, you have no power over this place... it would be wise for you to stay out of matters which do not concern you. Your spirit has haunted me long enough. It matters not... you will not desicrate this final resting place of the Dark Lords of the Sith. Leave this place, or I shall be forced to destroy you. Kyp gestured with a wave of his hand, and the ancient case lying on the cold stone floor opened, revealing the crystals. He casually called one of the crystals to the palm of his right hand. Recognize these, Kun? You should. I gave you fair warning... and now I commit your spirit to the prison of this Sith Crystal, for all time... No rest, no peace. Simply a madness beyond death, as your spirit will be bound to my bidding. Kyp's eyes fluttered shut as he uttered an ancient spell in the long dead language of the Sith. NO! It was too late... like a black hole, the Crystal drew the spirit into it's core as Exar Kun's final screams of rage were silenced. Another quick smirk at what he had done, and Kyp began his work, shattering the tomb's crystal prisons one by one with the Massassi war sword... committing each damned warrior's soul one at a time to the remaining Sith Crystals.