The temple in question was made of stone and very weathered. Decapitated statues wearing elegant, stone robes stood outside, guarding the temple, and showed evidence of once bearing color. But he was not here for sight-seeing. The man in black robes with a hood shadowing his face walked into the temple. It was here, he could feel it. The Force was flowing through it and it called to him.
An armored guard nearby recognized the distinct robes that the man wore and lept into action, holding a blaster to the man's head.
"Darth Magnus, in the name of The True Republic, you are hereby under arrest!" The guard said triumphantly.
"Really, must I resort to violence?" Darth Magnus replied, smirking beneath his hood as he whipped out a thin metal rod, quickly flipping its switch as a long red tendril emerged from it, humming with power. Then, before the guard could even react, the Lightwhip had tangled around his throat, burning his flesh.
"You know what I came here for." Darth Magnus sneered. "Now where is it!?"
"I-I pledge my allegiance to the- The True Republic!" The guard rasped.
Darth Magnus rolled his eyes and pulled hard on the whip, severing the man's head from the rest of his body.
More guards came from their posts, firing their blasters but, Darth Magnus simply reached out, using the Force to send the laser blasts back at themselves. He had to work fast, the Jedi would be here soon.
Darth Magnus stood still for a moment, letting his anger and rage flow through him and the Force. Then, he found it.
"Yes….." He murmured.
He slowly walked forward until he was directly in the middle of the symbol on the floor, which represented the light side of the Force. Then, he called once more upon the Force, visualizing his prize in his mind, seeing it break through the ground with a tremendous force that shook the whole temple, and finally, he had it in hand as a Jedi reached the temple.
"Darth Magnus, stand down!" Said the light skinned jedi wearing brown robes.
Darth Magnus let out a low and menacing laugh. "Lish Menel," He said, spitting out the words. "Jedi scum. Have you not yet realized that you pitiful Jedi are simply footsoldiers of the Republic? Puppets, made to fight their wars for them?" Darth Magnus activated the ancient relic that he had recently acquired, just mere moments ago. It emitted a jet black saber, ending in a sharp edge that seemed to suck in the light around it as it emitted its low hum.
Menel activated his lightsaber that emitted a long, pulsing yellow rod.
They ran at each other, full speed, their sabers colliding in great balls of soon came at each other once more, at equal force, neither pulling away. That is, until the Jedi gasped as he could no longer see his blade, as Darth Magnus' seemed to suck away the light. Darth Magnus saw his chance and ended the battle abrutly and plunged his Lightsaber into Menel's chest.
"I'm afraid Menel," Darth Magnus said the Jedi lay on the ground, gasping for his last breaths, despite all the soliders trying to save him. "That I do not have time for such foolish matters, as I have a nation to destroy."
And with that, Darth Magnus went to his personal fighter jet, The Solion, and flew off into the vast darkness of space.