David Starsea's small, unnamed freighter was plummeting at high speed in a Geo-synchronous orbit around the planet of Korriban. He sat inside at the helm, meditating on the planet, on preparing himself mentally for what he might face on the surface. His hunt for knowledge had been largely unsuccessful, and he was getting truly desperate to even consider this place. And yet, he knew he could not search the planet with a fearful heart. Fear leads to anger, to hate, to suffering. As he meditated, he felt the planet with his emotions in check, and his mind at peace. His fear of this place he cast aside, lest it control him. And his anxiety as well. When he was ready, he turned to the controls, a serene look on his face, and adjusted course to land. He navigated by the Force, feeling a strong presence in the midst of a roweling sandstorm. The planet was littered with Dark Side energy, and he would ignore this one for a safer route, if not for the tiniest speck of Light Side he felt. He didn't know what light could survive in a place like this, but he knew it was his duty to rescue it. And so, he turned the ship's course toward the storm.

He was forced to land a distance from the presences he felt, outside of the worst of the storm where he feared his ship might become disabled or buried. Instead, he took his swoop bike from the hold, kicked it to life, and jetted into the flurry. He kept his hood as low as he could, and had a pair of flight goggles to keep the sand out of his eyes. But still it buffeted his bare cheeks and piled under his clothes. This was nothing like the storms on Ilum. There the cold may bite, but it didn't try to scrape the very flesh from his bones. His body was sore from the bombardment when he found the mouth of a ruin. Some place he didn't know, having not studied Sith history before the Light. He slowed the swoop bike, and turned it around, backing it into the ancient structure so that he could make a quick getaway if necessary. 

David strode into the tomb, for though he didn't know it that is what it was. He pulled his hood down and looked around, marveling at the enduring structure. He didn't get far before he heard voices, the barest whisper echoing in the silence. 

[i]"Qotsisajak Nwûl tash. .... Shâsotjontû châtsatul nu tyûk..... Midwanjontû châtsatul .... itsu nuyak. Wonoksh Qyâsik nun..."[/i]

It repeated, but he could only hear parts of it, and he didn't know the language. He focused on it, both his physical senses and his sense of the Force, and began walking where he thought the voice came from. As he walked, he caught a movement out of the corner of his eye, and turned to see a mad red face come out of the darkness. It was a Sith, pure of blood, wielding a greatsword high over his head and screaming as he swung it down on David. His lightsaber jumped to his hand and ignited, his breath catching in his throat. But he exhaled and closed his eyes as the sword came down. He took a deep breath, and when he opened his eyes again, the apparition had gone. David extinguished his saber, putting it back on his belt. He took a deep, calming breath to clear his mind of fear once more, then turned to walk deeper.