As he finishes off the last of the K'lor slugs, Karza reigns in his anger. he sighs. they had been no match for him. For all the times his master had warned him not to fight them till he was ready, the idea sickened him as he thought of his master. In the Tomb of Naga sadow Karza had planned to meditate on all he knew of the dark side. As he reaches the stone steps to the tomb and kneels to meditate A hissing voice softly speaks "Sith" the words come from no where " Not yet sith" the words say. Karza in a fit of rage yells out "What more do I need to be Sith!?" he declares. "Have I not proven enough!? is the blood that runs through my veins sith!?" he cries. The stone steps crack due to the his subconscious use of the force. Karza was tired of being an apprentice, especially to a dead sith "your compassion" the voice hissed "your master showed you kindness.. it has made you weak" the voice spat. It was true she had shown him kindness, and he had felt an almost parental bond with his late master. "Allow me to show you otherwise." Karza growls "We shall give you your chance young apprentice...A jedi has landed seek him out...destroy him!" the voice commanded.