The discipline room in the Sith Academy was everything Ilza had expected. It was, like the rest of the old temple, dark, wet, and it smelled like a sewer. What she hadn't been expecting was the corpse in the cage.
"Ah, yes. I felt this Jedi's death shortly after we arrived on Korriban." Visas said as Ilza approached the body.
"Vash..." Ilza spoke softly, examining the corpse, "I might have killed her myself. She was one of the first on the council to turn on me."
Reaching through the bars of the cage, Ilza collected the datapad clutched in Vash's hands. With a glance at it's contents, she set it aside. Vash's lightsaber was on the table. Stashing it in her robes, she made her way to the computer station, opening the door as descibed in Vash's final message.
"Thanks for the help, Master," she said sardonically as she, Visas, and Mira left the discipline room.
Their escape was cut short, however, with the sudden appearence of the same scarred man from Peragus.
"Jedi..." His gravelly voice made Mira stiffen, "Why have you come to Korriban?" Have you come for answers? There are none. She has seen to that."
"Kreia?" Ilza knew the old Jedi and the Sith Lord had some connection, but the details were still confusing. "What about her?"
"I know her as an apprentice knows a master. And as a master knows an apprentice."
"Sion, I don't particularly feel like fighting you. Get out of my way." This was getting on Ilza's nerves."
Sion lit his lightsaber. "Pathetic. You are her apprentice in name only. I am the true master."
"Then it seems I have no choice." Ilza's lightsabers flew to her hands, the twin silver blades igniting with an almost comforting hiss. With a defiant expression on her face, she charged.
Sion quickly brought his saber up to parry her right blade, but he was unprepared to block the smaller one, it cut into his side, and the stench of burning skin filled the chamber. If the deformed man was at all hurt, he did not let it show.
It went on like that for a few moments, Ilza and Sion performing what seemed to be a whirlwind of slashes. No matter how many times she hit him(which was quite a few), Sion absolutely refused to go down.
"Run..." She heard Kreia's mind-touch in her head.
"Are you insane?" she thought back, "I'm not afraid of that walking cadaver!"
"There will be another time," Kreia assured her, "But not here, now, not while Korriban runs through him...run, now!"
Reluctantly, she deactivated her lightsaber, motioning for Visas and Mira to follow her. Strangely enough, Sion and his assassins did not give chase.
"Kreia...this had better be worth it..."