Darth Narius was unlike every other Sith Lord. Unlike most of them, his heart was still beating – somewhere. However that was deep down and he didn't know if he could bring it back. Most of the Sith would take on an ugly, pale, creased appearance – again, a trait he did not share.

His hair was cropped, thick blond hair and his walk assumed a regal grace that only the mighty assumed. His cheekbones were high and his jaw tight in place. Unlike the weaker Sith, he maintained a lean, tanned complexion of a handsome man.

It was only an hour ago he had flown off Citadel Station. Slouching in his seat he put his chin in his hand, staring in a bored daze at the climate slowly turning to snow. His saber was at his side and his mind though his face resembled boredom, was prepped and ready to sense the Jedi when he neared. Above all things this was exciting – he hadn't seen Atton Rand, the Echani or Bao-Dur for two years.

"What if they don't except me?" A lump formed in his throat as he thought aloud. "Look what I've become."

"You didn't come to be loved. You follow Revan." The voice in his head intervened.

Truly he wasn't there to be loved actually he didn't know what his purpose was. He merely focused on a goal but when he arrived the purpose was upon him and that would be soon. He mulled over this for some time, as soon as he boarded the private freighter for that matter.

"Speaking of Master." The Sith pulled out his comlink and accessed the coordinates to his Master's comlink.

"What is it?" Came the cold voice of the Sith Lord.

"I have successfully tracked down the three, Master." That wasn't entirely true. He had only started on a hunch.

"Excellent news Lord Narius. You will report back as soon as you are done. Then you will bring them to the Nova with you."

The Sith nodded in understanding. "Of course my Master. However, they do not know that I am a Sith – or the are even back. Until I bring them to the Nova I'm going to be busy building their trust. This might take a while so I won't be making as frequent reports." He explained hurriedly.

Honestly, he did not want Revan to know where they were. He knew that if his Master even had a hunch of where he was there would be troops down there within the hour.

There was silence over the communicator for a little while. How he hated the silence. "Very well Lord Narius. I will trust your judgment."

By his tone Revan was not happy one bit. The Sith most likely was looking forward to sending down a fleet. What made it worse was that these were Jedi, another thing the Dark Lord did not know. The communicator went dead and the proximity of alarm went off.

Red lights illuminated his icy blue eyes. With a simple sequence command on the navi-computer, the ship was under his command again. Narius pulled the triggers to the left taking the small shuttle down for a light landing only thirty-five feet from the small Polar Academy.

He decided to let the computer take care of the landing, now it was time to figure out if his friends where here. Darth Narius reached out into the Force, letting himself touch everything in the ship to the academy.

Now it was late and if there were students, the Sith wouldn't be able to sense the stirring of dreams – neither did he care to. Then he felt their presence. It had been so long he didn't know how to distinguish one presence for another but it was the energy of a seasoned Jedi Master, one that never changed and that presence was most likely Atton Rand.

"So, the scoundrel knows how to follow orders." His voice dripped with bitterness.

Sitting back for a moment in the seat he reached behind him and pulled out his Force Mask. They would not know his presence just yet. He pulled the elastic band back, the metal fastening around his face. The Sith put the hood of his robes up, they were his usual Mutakai Master tunic with a cape that harbored a hood.

His heart began to pound. The thought of seeing them again was almost to much as the Sith let himself fall into the comfort of the fact that they were there.

Opening the door, the familiar briskness of the Polar Region bit at his cheeks. The restoration effort didn't reach this far.

"Feels like my last time on Telos." He almost took those words back immediately after remembering that they were the exact ones of Atton.

He remembered it all right! After they had killed Paragus (Sion killed Paragus that is) they had headed for Citadel Station. The TSF imprisoned them, that was when the former Darius Brawler turned to Czerka Corporations.

They had offered him a shuttle after a few tasks and he had crashed on Telos, that was when they met Bao-Dur. The restoration zone trip was not kind to them at all. Turrets opened fire on them and the ship went crashing down on the surface of the planet.

He smiled at his less then happy memory. Although, it was better then his recent ones. Lately he was either killing Sith opposing factions or gathering information on how to kill the Republic. He didn't enjoy killing but he didn't mind either.

Humanity had betrayed the young Sith, stabbed him in his heart. Now he didn't have one to follow. Truly he did not expect the Jedi Masters, whom Darth Traya had "killed" at the rebuilt Jedi Enclave. His old friend, Master Kavaar, met up with him while he and Revan were fighting for the Sith.

He and Kavaar had taken their battle as far as Mustafar, the boiling planet of lava and volcanoes. The Jedi had taken his lightsaber and slashed him down the side of his face, scarring him for eternity, though it was not that noticeable and it did not hurt his handsome appearance in the least.

Narius bore the scar as a sign of his betrayal of the Jedi. Now all he wanted was to destroy them.

He scowled inside his mask. That was a bitter memory. He mulled over this until he came to the cold steel door of the ice academy. Narius pounded on it once and waited for a few minutes…

After five minutes of waiting, the door finally opened. There before him was none other then the beautiful face of Brianna, the Echani that had captured his heart so many years ago. She hadn't changed at all except she had grown her hair a little bit longer and her clothes were not the familiar gray Jedi robes.

Not one could compare to the simple elegance of her beauty and grace as her warm, blue eyes stared in question at the masked man. Narius smiled behind it as he took in her petite, slender appearance.

"Can I help you?" She asked unsurely.

Narius pondered what to say. "Erm," A lump formed in the trim Sith's throat. "Well, I noticed that this was a shelter and my ship just crashed over the Polar Region on the way to the Floral Region."

"Alright, not the best explanation but it works."

She was obviously studying him as she didn't respond for a moment. Narius shifted his weight from foot to foot for a few minutes. "I suppose you need shelter then." Her tone suggested that she understood. "This is a Jedi Academy so I trust that your presence will not hinder our day to day activity. And do not make this known to anyone, only students who are called by the Force know about us. This is now a secret."

He nodded though only he knew that at the end of his stay Revan would have know about this. The thought of Jedi was embittering. He gnashed his teeth behind his mask though he kept a calm composure and presence. "Of course. My presence will be invisible, I assure you."

"Very well. Now what is your name?"

"Damn."

"Cedric," He said slowly. "Cedric Silvio." That was good.

"Alright Silvio. Let me show you to the head instructor, Master Rand. He will need to clear you." 'Cedric' or Narius nodded and followed her up a familiar path of stairs. It was Atris' old meditation quarters.

He noticed that Brianna had seen his lightsaber. Her face immediately fell at the sight of it. He was inwardly grateful she did not say anything. They stopped at the two tall doors. She opened them and led him into a dimly lit room where the Sith Holocrons still bordered the wall, only there was a desk and a bed.

"Master Rand, we have a visitor." The Echani said briefly.

He noticed Atton hadn't changed much. He smiled behind his mask. The Jedi was shorter then him like always, didn't change his hair style but he did have some whiskers as facial hair and wore traditional Jedi Master robes like Brianna.

"Alright. Let me guess, your familiar with the Jedi ways." His tone didn't change much either. He did have however, a serious, sharpened air about him but his usual laid back self never really left his apparent nature. If Narius didn't know the Force this would be a mystery to him.

"What makes you think that?" His voice was low, thick and rich. It echoed through the lowly room.

"Your lightsaber."

The Sith nodded slowly, lofting an eyebrow. This would be hard to explain. He still kept calm and collected. "This," He took the saber off his belt. "is a little prize I won from a Jedi in the Mandolorian Wars. I've kept it with me because it seems cool."

"Armature enough."

Not to the Jedi. He didn't think of the long run. Atton lofted an eyebrow at him, Brianna looking at him suspiciously. "I don't think so. When you walked into this chamber I sensed a strong, experienced presence. Like an echo only it was complete. It's almost as if…"

Narius rolled his eyes but smiled. Enough was enough. "Like I'm Darius Brawler?" He asked.

Atton's eyes went wide. The Jedi walked up to him. "How do you know about him?" Knowing him so long, the Sith could tell the Jedi's patience was finally gone.

He smiled and took off his mask…