"My lords, his master was corrupt. He, is corrupt. Without Sith tradition, we are nothing." As the man paced, Darth Marr leaned forward and from the hunched posture he assumed, made his annoyance clear.
"And, what are you suggesting, we do about it?" A soft glint appeared in the old man's eyes as he stared straight into the visage of Marr.
"You know what the situation requires. Order, must be preserved. Punishment, meted out. If we are to conquer our enemies, Zash's former apprentice, must die." As he finished speaking, the door to the chamber opened to admit a much younger looking Andros. Walking with a confidant strut, his black robes billowing, the younger version of Harry's mentor gave a mock bow as he spoke.
"I'm so flattered you talk about me to all your friends Darth Thanaton. Hear me now Dark Council, this coward abandoned the arena for the Kaggath when he abandoned Correllia. He is mine to kill." With a soft smile, one of the older Sith nodded.
"We are well aware of the rules of Kaggath." As time passed, a soft smile wormed its way onto the young Andros's face, only to turn sour when Darth Ravage spoke.
"The Kaggath is a playground game. Murder, has no rules." For a brief moment, both Andros and Thanaton appeared offended, though, Thanaton spoke first.
"The Kaggath is an honored tradition of the Sith. Tulak Horde competed, Marka Ragnos, Ludo Kresh." In spite of the fact that Marr nodded in approval, the red armored Sith still spoke directly to Thanaton.
"The question stands, why has this apprentice, this child, proved impossible for you to kill?" As Marr leaned forward with an inquisitive posture, Ravage could no longer contain his smirk.
"He's had ample opportunity to kill me. He lacks the strength to finish the job." Almost as soon as the younger Andros finished speaking, Thanaton spun on the spot and faced him.
"I am a member of the Dark Council, I am your superior." Glaring darkly, Thanaton failed to notice Ravage locking eyes with Andros.
"I swear, if you don't silence Thanaton, I will." Immediately after the words left the short Sith's mouth, Thanaton ignited his blade.
"I will not be betrayed, I will not die, and when I've killed this slave, you will all, answer for it." With a snarl, Thanaton stabbed towards Andros, and his blade met with the violet blade of the younger man.
A low hiss escaped Thanaton's lips as he jumped back and threw a bolt of lightning towards the younger man. Sadly for Thanaton, the bolt was merely redirected towards the ceiling via the young man's saber.
"Really now Thanaton, is that all you can muster? Ah, but you've been fatigued by your old age. Your mind is weary while mine is fresh." Grinning darkly, the young Andros raised his blade above his head, and laughed as lightning arced off of it, striking the ground where Thanaton had stood only seconds before.
As the two men charged each other, and engaged one another in a viscious duel, nobody noticed Darth Ravage tip-toeing through the chamber.
With a mighty roar, Andros tossed Thanaton back a good twenty feet, and sent a bolt of white lightning into the older man.
Still, Thanaton wouldn't give up. He struggled to his feet, and felt a hand on his shoulder, before a blade ignited into his back. As he turned his head, he spotted a grinning Ravage.
"Surprise... buttsecks!"