Soul Caliburs character (and for this chapter also the legend story line, which is written with Italic and marked with a *) does not belong to me, but to Namco.
I found the information on wikipedia. I have moreover reformulated the part with my own words, so it fits my writing style.
You'll find out that it's quite important to mention.

One last thing to say is:

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EDIT 16/07/2012: I changed the sign again and the password.

EDIT 5/03/2013: I found quite a lot of mistakes, missing words etc. They should have been fixed now.

The concrete walls turned more and more damp as she sneaked down the hallway. Talim got a feeling that she was far underground and she wouldn't have noticed if it wasn't for the cold, which hung heavily in the air. She would wish she had brought a sweatshirt.

Evil villains should choose their headquarters with more care - perhaps somewhere cosy and warm? But noo, they had to be surrounded by cold walls and metal, she thought to herself and came suddenly to a stop. The hallway ended with a sharp turn to the left. Bluish light was flashing at the wall leading to something, which appeared to be a monitor room.

If the light was so evident then it meant that they hadn't installed a door, she had to step really carefully from now on.

She peaked her head around the corner, but couldn't see anything: The room seemed to be completely desolated.

Why? She thought as she began tiptoeing towards the room and found the reason as soon as she stepped inside: 12 impressive flat screens had been plastered to the wall just left inside from the doorway. They showed combined a big image of a commencing exhausted Xianghua and Yun-Seong still fighting as if life was at stake. It IS a death fight a small voice in her head reminded her. A shiver ran down her spine from the state of the competitors: they had several serious wounds, they shook violently, their clothes torn and covered in dirt.

She didn't want to admit it, but she had hoped it was just a joke with the fighting. But it was real. She had to hurry, while everyone was focused on the fight and not wondering where she was. More important was that she had to save them before it was too late.

Reluctantly she turned her back from the fighting people, whom had become her friends while staying at the camp.

"Please survive guys. I trust you upon it," Talim whispered, a sad tone clinging to her voice.

When she finally searched the room with her eyes, they widened from amazement. It was not just a small monitor room. It was a least the size of the training centre at the ground above her head. It was furnished with a large designer table with eight matching chairs and an expensive lamp above it. Here and there some palms had been placed to take up more space. The most interesting in the whole room was the cupboards along the three remaining walls. They were filled with equipment, which could make even the richest villain green from envy: ancient remedies , books of high values, gems and so forth was collected behind the glass doors.

As she slowly moved towards the back, she came across something she had never expected to see: in a sapphire crystal case she saw some obscure looking pieces. One of them had an eye. She gasped. It – it couldn't be. It was impossible. Samantha - or Tira, Talim mused - and Zarsalamel had almost assembled the demon sword Soul Edge again.

But it had been destroyed by the competitors ancestors. She had seen it in the wind. No. Was that the reason as to why they had been brought here? To kill them? Make them incapable of fighting, so Tira and Zarsalamel had free hands to do as they pleased?

She didn't like her train of thoughts, but she had a feeling that she was right. She just needed more evidence.

She took a gaze over her shoulder in the direction of the screens and saw that the fight was about to end. The two of them was in such a bad condition, that it couldn't last long before both of them fainted.

Almost desperately she scanned the room for a second turn and noticed three metal sliding doors, which by the first gaze seemed invisible. The first, which was placed on the other side of the 12 flat screens was a unisex toilet. It was not interesting. The next was just some sort of 'small' kitchen, but the last one caught her interest. On a tiny sign beside the door there was written:

ARCHIEVE

She stated that it had to be the room where they kept all the information about the competitors, but how would she be able to enter? This door had a security system just like the one by the main door. The keyword had been Soul Edge – the same demon sword, which was in this very room.

She had been told legends about the sword from her mother and grandmother.

'It was first said that it was held by a pirate Cervantes, whom after having devoured a lot of souls from those who searched for the sword, was about to conquer the world. He was soon stopped in his tracks by Sophitia (the first) and a ninja called Taki. But as it was about to split a knight named Siegfried came across it and turned him into a creature called Nightmare.

Dark times went by and Nightmare had collected enough souls to restore the proud Ostreinsburg Castle . As soon as he had begun the ceremony three warriors entered the castle. After a fierce battle Nightmare fell , but this was not the last they had seen from Soul Edge. The evil soul of the sword sent the brave warriors into a inferno of hell fire and stood to defeat them. The something amazing happened: Krita-Yuga revealed it's true form from the influence of the evil Aura of Soul Edge. The holy sword Soul Calibur...' *

There was of course more to the story and it just seemed to repeat itself. For eternities. Perhaps forever. The everlasting battle between those who want the power, which Soul Edge can give them and those who want to prevent it from happening. Saving the world from Chaos.

Another fact was that it was as if Soul Edge denied to get defeated.

Talim shook her head violently. Enough of that now, She had better and more important things to do than dwelling on the past. Because this was the present and it was in grave danger of suffering the same devastating fate as before.

Determined she went to the security system and thoughtfully typed:

SOUL#CALIBUR

For a moment nothing happened, but then the door slid to the side with a little swish and Talim let out a relieved sigh, It worked! It was almost too easy.

With new energy she went into the smaller room looking around. It contained all the normal workstation equipment such as a computer, printer and copier along one of the walls. Then there was four great filing cabinets taking up another one and at last there was a large table placed in the middle for the paperwork.

She hurried towards the cabinet, which said S-Z and opened it. She found her file and was paralyzed. Zarsalamel and Tira had not only files on her, but the most frightening was that they also had files on all of her ancestors from the first Talim to herself. She took a stack of the file folders and carried them over to the table.

After flipping through several folders, she froze to the place. They didn't only have some insignificant information on her – no! They had her whole life and doing on paper. Even weaknesses.

She went to the H-M cabinet and found Kilik's folder. As she had foreseen it was just as with her own papers.

So they had actually prepared for this before their birth. Spying their every move.

"Who are those people? They must be ancient!" She mumbled to herself.

"You better not move if you know what's good for you," a female voice cut through the silent room.

Talim turned and the folders slipped through her fingers, spreading all over the floor about her feet.

They were here.

"You're right Talim," a cold male voice added from the door opening. "We're eternities old. We're in fact immortals."

Continues...