[center][b][u]Rakata Prime[/center][/b][/u]
Thankfully when the dock officer emerged from the office, he did with his Dock master and not an army.
When the Dockmaster halted in front of Stravon he told him that Lord Scellus would see him at the main Temple, which was a few miles due north by north west. However a mode of transport was offered with this information which was useful.

After a few minutes Stravon arrived outside the Dark Jedi Temple. It was exactly as he pictured it to be, a tall, dark, looming epitaph of power.
There were 2 Sith guards situated outside the main entrance, and they appeared to be ready for him. Evidently they were told about his arrival.
Stravon walked up to them and stopped as they crossed their lightsaber pikes and activated them.
A Miralakun stated a command towards Stravon
"Halt!" 
"Before you enter the temple you must first relinquish all weapons in your possession, if Lord Scellus permits you to leave they will be returned upon doing so"

"But of course, here you go. And be sure to take good care of it."
Stravon put his hands around his waist and unbuckled his scabbard which contained his Corotisis Gun-Blade and handed it to the Dark Jedi who spoke moments ago.
Upon taking this he raised an eyebrow as if this was a joke, but once he pulled the blade slightly out of its scabbard; annoyance turned into surprise and his face changed so abruptly that Stravon couldn't help but laugh
"Like I said take good care of it for me"

The Dark Jedi guard nodded and said "Follow me please"
The doors opened and the temple inside looked like a parallel version of the Old Jedi temple on Coruscant, naturally it was endorned with Dark Jedi objects and themes in his own mind Stravon couldn't help but laugh, and thought to him self "Red, they love that colour" 
They walked up a set of long and wide stairs that appeared to ascend 3 levels, but the Dark Jedi led him off at the first landing and into a very large room that could only be the Temple Archives, it was massive and on both the left and right were rows and rows of holo disks and banks of information that probably ranges over millennia.
The guard stopped and turned to look at Stravon.
"Wait here until Lord Scellus arrives."
"He will be here shortly"

And after that he left Stravon seemingly alone and without a weapon on him, this gave Stravon time to think.
Being in this temple sparked an old memory in his mind that happened, what seems like an age ago.

[i] It was 5 years ago that Stravon received a mission from the Illusive man. 
"One of our intelligence reports detail that the Jedi have found an ancient temple on the planet Krant that holds, according to legend, an ancient Sith artefact."
"I want you to go get it first"
That was essentially all The Illusive man said on the matter and Stravon left immediately, this time provided with a Cerberus Cruiser, in order to save time.
Stravon arrived at the destination and landed on the planet just outside the temple, to discover that a Jedi Starfighter was also there, Starvon cursed in his own mind as this had complicated matters rather greatly.
"I want you to stay in orbit, come fetch me once I send a signal."

"Yes sir"
With that the shuttle left the planets surface and Stavon now was standing alone in front of the derelict, ancient temple with no sounds other than the sighing wind in the trees and various calls of distant wildlife.
Thanks to the majority of temples having the same design navigation to the vault, at the deepest most central point of the temple, was easy.
And as expected the Jedi was there searching through ages of accumulated dust and debris.
The Jedi sensed Stravon approaching and he drew his lightsaber. A shocking blue light filled the room and it illuminated both Stravon and what appeared to be a Drell.
"Who are you?" croaked the Drell
"My name is Stravon Dridis. And yours?"
"Markino Trimoone. No doubt you are here for the same reason as I?"
"I'm afraid so" Stravon drew his blade and gripped it in his right hand.
"The artefact is evil, it must be destroyed" Markino replied by putting his body in a defensive stance and readying his blade.
"You'd be surprised at what good evil can do" with that the talking was over and Stravon unleashed the first stroke of the battle.
It was parried with relative ease by Markino and he performed a counter attack but Stravon anticipated this and dodged.
For a solid 10 minutes this continued with out a single blow finding its target.
Stravon began to realise that time was not on his side, Jedi reinforcements could come at any time and then this battle would be over very quickly, so for the first and last time in Stravons life he broke his code of honour simply because he hoped that the ends would justify the means.
He swung his blade which almost severed Markinos head, but it was expertly blocked and countered with a swing mirroring Stravons which would have easily sliced straight through the Cortasis armour which covered his neck, as it had no plating for mobility.
But Stravon ducked into a position akin to being knighted. The next three-quarters of a second happened in a flash but to Starovn it seemed as if time had slowed to a trickle. As Markino had missed his swing, Stravon clicked the switch on the hilt of the blade which made the handle movable, he turned it down and locked into place and pulled the trigger.
All at once lightning and thunder echoed through out the temple deafening and blinding.
Inside the barrel of the gun-blade a superheated slug of Tungsten was being launched at super sonic speeds, propelled by a mass effect generator, which effortlessly pushed its way through the Drells chest.
Flesh, muscle, bone and organ offered no resistance to this piece of metal and allowed it passage to exit through the Drells back.
There was a sickening crack as the slug exited Markino. Stravon knew instantly that Markino was offered a painless and instantaneous death as the slug had severed Markinos spinal cord in two.
All at once time seems to resume its normal flow and the lightning blue light that filled the room shut out as Markino slumped soundlessly to the floor.

Victory was a bitter-sweet taste in Stravons mouth as he had broke his code of honour. He could only hope that is artefact was worth it.
He pushed through the vault door and in the room there was a skeleton in what appeared to be dark robes clutching two books.
Both appeared to be journals of some sort.
The first contained naught but encrypted text which would probably take years to decipher. This greatly disheartened Stravon as it meant little gain over so much loss.
But the second book was a decrypted version of the other.
Stravons heart soared at this and began reading immediately. The AI in his helmet thankfully could translate the language it was written in. This language was thousands of years old and almost completely dead if it weren't for scholars.
It seemed to detail something about being able to unlock ancient Sith holocroms that couldn't be opened the traditional way.
Then from behind him Stravon heard a scream filled with woe and anguish, bu......[/i]

Something brought Stravon out of his memories.
He turned around and realised that a daunting figure had just entered the room.
"Darth Scellus I presume?"