"I hope, for the both our sakes, that they were wiped out a long time ago with the rest of the Sith." A shudder shot down his spine as the hatch door swung open, Yerbol breathing out sharply. 
"Here we go." He muttered, taking a couple of steps onto the surface of the planet and almost instantly felt his blood turn to ice in his veins. He rubbed his eyes, attempting to adjust to the glare of the fierce orange orb hanging in the sky. The storm that they had passed through must have only been in the highest layers of atmosphere or some kind of anomaly, seeing as the sun seared into the surface of the planet with no obstruction. He grimaced as he took another few steps forward, the bitter heat not doing anything to alleviate the chill that had infected his entire body. 

Yerbol caught sight of a distress beacon jutting out of the sand a hundred yards off, a flashing green light mounted at the top of a skinny metallic pole that guided them towards the actual machination. After trudging forward to the beacon, Yerbol reaching down to the base of the beacon and pressing a large orange button that projected the content of the distress call onto their holo communicators, which buzzed to life. Yerbol withdrew his to find a holographic projection of a man clad in the typical white and blue Republic trooper armor, helmet off to reveal wide eyes and fidgety movements. 
"Private Malcom Juno requesting immediate evac from Korriban. Breaking radio silence due to the severity of the emergency...my squad is..." He paused, looking to his right.
"Gone, most of them gone. Just me and a couple of others that I lost in the tomb. Please, send he-" The transmission ended, causing Yerbol to look in the direction that Private Juno had. 

That was when he first laid eyes on the gaping entrance to the tomb. 

There were two ornately carved stone doors, one of which was already cracked open with the body of a trooper wedged in the doorway. Two more troopers were face down a couple of feet away from the entrance, their arms outstretched. Yerbol approached one of the bodies slowly, turning it over to find a female, her eyes open, the corneas tinted with a dark shade of crimson, dried spots of blood on the edges of her eyelids and cheeks. There was also dried blood on her forehead and caused her hair to mat to her head in a crumpled heap. He turned the other body over. 
"Same exact wounds." There were no other distinguishable wounds on the bodies. 
"Odd."