Pure Sith Warship, Unknown Regions, time: 1600 hours, Republic Standard Time. (RST)
Heavy footfalls echoed down the dimly lit, grey hallway as a silver and black clad mandalorian walked towards the door at the end. The guards that had come with the grey clad mandalorian had been left at the docking bay entrance. The four guards were very disgruntled, Mandalore knew that much from the grumbling he could hear from the built in comm link in his helmet. Reluctantly, the four guards had stayed behind, warily eying the troopers in black and crimson guarding the bay.
Mandalore had been, unknown to his body guards; loathe leaving them in the bay. He, Mandalore the Ultimate was unsure of what he was walking into. The hallway came to an end, much too soon in Mandalore's opinion.
Hesitating momentarily, Mandalore slid his gloved hand over the access panel beside the door and walked two steps into the dark room. A solitary, menacing figure stood at its center.
The dim light did not show the figures features. The only thing Mandalore could tell was that it whatever it was, this thing was tall. Over six feet in height and in dark robes that billowed with the slightest movement.
"Enter, Mandalore."
The voice echoed around the room deceptively, it sounded somehow tinny and also dark. Higher pitched, but not like that of a woman's.
Mandalore, ignoring the fact that usually no one told him what to do and lived, stepped into the chamber. The metal door closed swiftly behind him and clicked with a locking mechanism.
Mandalore took a step forward relatively undaunted, or at least much less daunted than a man who had not seen as much war as he had.
As he walked toward the center of the room Mandalore noticed the décor. Large obsidian columns and black and red tiles on the floor; with each step he took, tiny guiding lights lit up on both sides of the path bathing everything in an eerie glow. Grey, red, and black was all the room was, layers of it. When he finally came within distance of the thing he stopped, a good five feet from the imposing creature. Mandalore smirked to himself under his helmet, he was right. The thing was tall; it was at least a foot taller than Mandalore's six foot two sturdy frame. Becoming impatient with the heavy silence in the relatively empty room Mandalore spoke:
"You said there was something you thought I would be interested in hearing about."
The thing turned slowly to face the leader of the mandalorians, causing Mandalore the Ultimate to stare in shock through his mask at the creature. Red, flat nosed to the point where there almost wasn't one to breath out of, and scales like that of the zekkeg, though more refined, it was menacing.
It opened its mouth to speak revealing teeth where they should be, but pointed like a cannock.
"I believe there is something you would like to hear about Mandalore, something that
Would bring you honor. Something that would make you remembered for the rest of time." The scaly thing said softly, its eyes flickering from grey to a sickly yellow.
"What would you know of our honor?" Mandalore asked, intrigued.
"I know that you yearn for a battle that will make the galaxy quake, and remember you
For eons. I know that you were allies with my last good apprentice." It replied steadily.
"And who would he have been?" Mandalore asked uncertainly.
"Exar Kun." The silence that filled the air after the statement was heavy with thought from Mandalore. Mandalore looked up at the strange creature with a sense of respect but also questioning.
"I thought he was turned to the dark side by some dead guy's spirit on Yavin 4."
Mandalore said, curious.
The creature gave a sick smile showing its pointed teeth.
"Who do you think trained the one who turned Kun? Surely, you do not think that Marka Ragnos was capable of training himself in all the ways of the Dark side? No, I am and always will be the true master of the dark. I am the leader of the pure Sith. I am Naga Sadow."
"Impossible." Mandalore said defiantly, "Naga Sadow has been dead for thousands of years."
Naga Sadow turned, "Only those within my empire that are loyal to me know of my existence..." He said in calculated tones.
Mandalore looked unconvinced and considered the Sith's words. Honor? Why would Naga Sadow, a Sith lord that was believed to be dead for several thousand years, want the mando'a people to gain honor? Suddenly, the Sith's true intentions dawned upon him suddenly.
"I'll keep in touch." Mandalore projected gruffly, turning on heel and going back to the door.
As Naga Sadow used the Force to disengage the door's locking mechanisms Mandalore heard the scaly being utter quietly,
"Gar aruetyc jetiise lise nau'ur ca ti jetii'kade, a'a'denla Siite hibira atiniir darasuum."(1)
Coruscant, Inner Galactic Core, The Jedi Temple. Time: 1600 Hours (RST)
A diminutive, green alien snapped out of his meditation quickly. His eyes searched the room for something he could not see for a few moments, and then stopped on the door.
Thinking quickly, Master Vandar jumped off of his well cushioned seat in the center of his light filled room and walked to the door.
There had been a massive flash of dark side energy, and then, as quickly as it had come, it had vanished. Vandar's brow furrowed as he thought more about what it could mean. No, he would not jump ahead of himself. He would go directly and inform the rest of the council of the anomaly and then they would discuss the action to take. Or if they should take any action towards this hidden threat at all. Perhaps, the rest of the council, like he, would wish to wait for the threat to reveal itself in due time...
Yay! We just started the Mandalorian Wars! Ooooh how is Naga Sadow still alive? I don't know yet, I'll think of something…. Any way, next chapter should be posted within the next week!
Well, that's my first chapter. I would love to hear feedback from you!
(1) means: You traitorous Jedi can light up the night with your lightsabers, but the vengeful Sith learn to endure forever.