Two crimson red massassi guards came into view, flanking a sith disciple, Darth Mandrake. The boy had been under suspicion ititially but through the training of Grand Advisor Dravin Thane, he had learned skill and most of all, respect.
Greetings Darth Mandrake. It has come to my knowledge that a sith artifact exists on Ord Mantell. This scroll of the dead was written by Naga Sadow himself, thus making it my property, since I am his rightful heir. Therefore, you will infiltrate this planet and make your way to its western continent. There you will find the Castle of Simus and with it the scroll. You will be accompanied by five sith disciples and a contingent of sevent-five Massassi elite.
Walking closer, Sedriss grasped Mandrake by the throat, lifting the young disciple to head level, staring at him with cold blue eyes. Sending small tendrils of force lightning through Mandrake's body, the dark lord hurled him to the hard durocrete floor.
If you fail me, you will not ascend to the level of sith knight, as well, I will make you endure an insufferable agony. Now leave me and do not return to Khar Delba without that scroll.
Watching the shaken sith leave, Sedriss smiled, wondering if Mandrake had any idea what lie ahead.