The Rebel Faction

(OOC: This takes place right before my other thread)

*Janus also stepped out of the shadows, wary of trusting any sith, he had come simply out of respect for Malice Draclau.*

"This had better be worth it, or you shall not see me again until the blackness of oblivion takes you Malice."

Unlike the disciples of Overlord Draclau, Arkan did not sport that symbol of loyalty to the demon-Sith. He looked at these Sith servants and only smirked at their unfailing love to their master. The purpose of them being on Ziost would be objective to salvaging power scattered by using a democratic standing, the Sith, as Arkan knew it, were not meant to be a democratic society. There was something on Ziost, Arkan knew, that could be utilized. It was something the Sith used during the Sith War, something that was destroyed by Anakin Skywalker during the Clone Wars. But that was not their purpose here, it was something else.

"So what are we doing here, Overlord?," asked the Zabrak, presenting himself as one wearing an earth-tone desert outfit. Arkan looked to the chest brought to the Overlord, "Oh," he looked at the chest with an curious gaze, "I'm guessing by the stench of carrion coming from that chest, you plan on doing some sort of necromancy?"

Noktu watched from the cliffs above scouting out to make sure that they weren't being watched for get snuck up on, watching Malice with interest now, Noktu waited and used the force to scan around the area... "All is well Malice...tell Janus where I am, I wish to speak to my brother..."

"Noktu...."

*Janus turned from the group and walked away. A few of the others looked at him angrily as he walked. Once Janus was out of the throng, he floated into the air, and toward Noktu. He landed infront of Noktu, and before either spoke, punched him in the gut. The punch had been laced with force lightning.*

"Traitor of the blood! How dare you stay with the failure sith, while your blood brother leaves?"

The group contiued to climb towards the top. Their path on on a long, winding stairway. Each step, each brick that formed the wall was covered in a moss that had grown there over time. Frozen due to the weather, one could chip it off and make an ice cone.

Though if you would look further, past the frozen algae, you would see that each and every brick was hand sculpted. Built to perfection this temple was. As was all the sith temples. Made to honor not only the sith lords it was built for, but to honor the power of the darkside itsself.

After a few moments, The group had finally reached the top chamber. Within it was something not many would expect. It was not an old, danky, moldy smelling room. Instead it was well furnished. Ancient tapestries linded the walls. Old scriptures written in an almost dead language. Paintings, and various other things colored up the room.

It was more like a shrine then an altar room. However, they did not come here to look at what was within. Moving towards the stone altar in the middle of the room, two of the acolytes placed the chest down. Opening it, they took out a crystal. Within the crystal was the head of the former Gthull. The one that had died by the hands of his so called brothers of the darkside.

Placing it at the top of the altar, the acolytes then procceeded to take a corner. While the 5 one stayed at the altar with Malice.

Looking at the clone, Malice motioned towards the altar.

*Lay here. And we shall begin*

The 5 acolyte priests instantly began to chant.