Tales of Wild Space...

Prelude

Korriban - 3400 BBY

He moved across the dying surface of the sith
world, Korriban, his jet black robes trailing
behind him, the harsh sun glistening off his dark
red armor.

He maneuvered around the fallen pillars with an
unparalleled grace. His face was hidden from
the view of other by an armored, reddish black
mask. Though there was no one on the sandy planet
to see his face, all the inhabitance had died out
after the war.

He walked like threw the Valley of the Dark
Lords, of the five tombs in the valley he chose
Marka Ragnos's.

He walked through the bowels of the tomb to the
resting place of the Ancient Lord of the sith.

"Why…why do you disturb my slumber." A whisper
cut through the air. "You are of Ashla. Am I not
free of the Jedi even in death?"

"Sith," The cloaked figure Shouted, "I leave this
in you hands, and you shall watch it and protect
it until the time has come for the Jedi to
retrieve it."

"DO YOU THINK ME WEAK?" The voice no longer a
whisper, but now shook the foundation of the
tomb. "EVEN IN DEATH I WILL NOT TAKE ORDERS FROM
A JEDI."

"SITH, YOU RESPECT POWER, AND I HAVE MUCH. DO THIS
OR I WILL SEND YOU TO CHAOS."

The voice was quiet, and soon returned as a
breath. "Fine Jedi, I will protect the holocron.
I have seen your mind; you seek to destroy those
who destroyed me. Now leave me."

The Jedi reached in to his robe and removed a
pyramid shaped object, and placed it at the feet
of the grave. With that he was gone.