[right][b]Dredar Ragant, aboard the [i]Vigilance[/i], Coruscant[/b][/right]

The advanced TIE fighter glided gracefully with purpose through the open skies of the Grand Imperium's capital world. The sky lanes were filled with all manner of traffic as they always were. Even from the first day he'd set foot upon the bustling world when he was a young boy, all those years ago. The nonstop traffic and noise, it made it near impossible for him to sleep. Now it was the only noise that helped his slumber, he'd grown so accustom to it. He stared out the main viewport as his starfighter screamed through the skies with a concentrated streamline. Through his [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/ac/a8/46/aca846c2fc4c91721015a9b7378dc16a.jpg]Imperial Knight helmet[/url] he stared intently at his destination as the towering structure came into a clearer view. A rare smirk etched its way onto his face as he slowed his craft's flight in preparation for landing at one of the pads extending out from the tower. With a hum his starfighter descended from the skies then landed calmly on the pad, Dredar then switched off his vessel as he silenced the howls of the engine.  

Then the Force user emerged and he hopped down silently as the cockpit closed itself behind him. Dredar strolled wordlessly across one of the walkways on the exterior of the Grand Medical Facility. He had not come here for medical reasons though, it was rare that anyone did these days. The facility was guarded by a skeleton crew of stormtroopers while the medical staff were entirely droids, the one time that Dredar had been brought here was following his first encounter with Lord Vader. The highly powerful Sith lord was the one that showed Dredar the ways of the dark side and gave the then runaway Jedi a proper lesson in the perils of holding back. The Imperial knight would always hold gratitude in his heart for the esteemed Sith, freeing him from the weakness which plagued him. Even if it cost him a hand, it was a worthy teaching. 

The door came open automatically as Dredar stepped through into one of the hallways of the medical facility. He walked the curving hallway calmly, as he gave a glance sideways out the windows to the planetwide city below the tower. He was delighted the Empire had maintained control of it and garrisoned it properly. A rebel attack on it would be suicide. As the imposing man walked down the hallway he came face to face with a duo of bored looking stormtroopers. Not expecting the arrival of him they hesitated for a moment before giving standard salutes to Dredar. The Imperial knight nodded wordlessly to both of the soldiers then stepped through the doorway. He was met with another hallway, with multiple doors along each side which served as hospital rooms. The former inquisitorius wagered they were most if not all empty at the moment, though the medical droids which staffed the building still acted out their programming. A few more bored stormtroopers milled around, but snapped into top shape as Dredar appeared before them. 

"Are you in need of medical attention, sir?" A grey protocol droid asked in a curious tone from its standing position at a console behind the main desk. Dredar glanced at the robotic being and shook his head as he spoke out.

"No, I am here on other matters, in the lower levels of this facility." He replied as the droid nearly interrupted him to muster its own reply of denial.

"The lowermost levels are strictly off limits to all but those with top level clearance, sir." The protocol droid's words tinged with certainty, speaking from a long written ago command. 

"I have that. You will let me in, I have total clearance from direct orders of Lord Ozzel, and as the Knight Commander of the Imperial Knights. Do not dare to defy me, droid." Dredar exclaimed impatiently, his prosthetic fist clenched tightly as he spoke. The tone in his voice drawing the eyes of the patrolling stormtroopers who looked at the developing scene silently.

"One moment, sir," The droid replied, sensing the tension in Dredar's words as it tapped at the console rapidly. Then looked back towards the head Knight. "My greatest apologies for the delay, sir. You may proceed." 

As the droid finished its speaking the Force user walked off silently, clearing his thoughts of the brief annoyance. He wagered he was the first one to demand entry into the lower levels since Lord Vader of the Emperor. He had found himself in elite company in that regard. Dredar marched towards the elevator at the end of the hallway, and as he stepped inside he blinked at the sensation which tinged at his senses. It caused him to draw in his breath as the elevator doors shut themselves and he pressed the button for the bottom floor. As the elevator descended downwards it was as if the sensation clawed at his bones and traced its fingertips down his spine. He shut his eyes in a wordless resistance as the dark side seeped from the lowest level of the building. He'd been in the deepest ends of the dark side in his previous days in the Empire, as the Eleventh Brother of the inquisitors. He still clung on to some of his dark side teachings, but forced himself to abandon the most worrisome elements of it which he deemed incompatible with the tenets of his new order. 

As he stepped foot off the elevator he felt a hunger to embrace those exact elements. To plunge himself into the darkness and become like Vader, Sidious and those that walked in the dark side before even them. Dredar resisted the urge as he stared upon the assembled Sith artifacts before him. Ancient lightsabers of fallen Sith sat in glass cases, each one permeated with the dark side of the force. Practically every single artifact in here did. He wondered how the Emperor had accumulated such a wealth of priceless items, many dating back thousands of years. As Dredar walked the walkway his eyes drifted downwards to to a repository of kyber crystals. Enough to make a massive amount of crimson corrupted lightsabers. It was where his inquisitor lightsaber had come from, the one which he had mounted on the walls of his personal chambers. Voices seemed to scream out to him to take that weapon once more and embrace the ways of the Sith as his paramount teachings. He shook his head and took another deep breath as he continued in his stride. 

The mask of a long fallen Sith lord sat before him, mounted alongside several others. Dredar stared upon it intensely, as he subconsciously shifted his hands towards his own helmet. The man's fingers grasped the bottom sides of the his helmet and lifted it off his head. Then he dropped it without a thought, the hard metal helm clanging against the walkway loudly before resting on the floor beside him. His gloved fingertips reached for the Sith mask which his eyes had focused on, then held it as he continued his gaze. As Dredar brought it closer towards his eyes he felt a long dead voice scream at him to don it. He could not even wager a true guess as to how old the mask was, or how powerful the being that had wore it first was. The Force user brought it closer, then lifted it towards the ceiling above his head. At the last moment he resisted, the dark side suffocating his thoughts as he placed it back on its display and continued down the walkway. His Imperial Knight helmet still laid on the floor as the man walked barefaced in the Sith gallery. 

The final items of the collection which he laid his hazel shaded eyes upon were the most alluring to the Force attuned being. An imposing Sith holocron, pyramid in its structure and fiercely large in its stature. It came from the original Sith homeworld, which was now simply a red sanded ruin. The artifact directly next to it drew his attention even more so, a holocron repository. Two of the pyramids on top of each other in a parallel fashion, with an opening in the center. It was compact enough that Dredar could carry it with ease. The dark knowledge within it must have contained holocrons made by all sorts of powerful Sith. He reached his right hand out to it, then placed his natural fingers on top of it gently. As his fingertips made contact he felt a powerful shiver ripple through his mind, as the Imperial knight went wide eyed in shock. His hand shook as it rested on top of the repository, practically pleading with the rest of him to take it and go. To study its contents to become more powerful than any Sith before him. 

The dark side swirled around him as if a haze had swept through the room. Pleasure filled whispers of endless power, unbridled victory and temptations of galactic domination. Dredar found it increasingly difficult to think his own thoughts and to breath. His head was a whirlpool of dark side abled visions, each more alluring than the last. He tried to regain his self control as he forced himself to explunge this invading darkness. Then Dredar ripped his hand off the artifact and stepped back from the repository. He was no Sith, his days in the true darkness were now just lessons and memories. He gave the beguiling ancient item one last look then turned his back without more glances. 

As he walked back towards the elevator he scooped his helmet where it landed, then Dredar slid it onto his head as he moved back into the elevator. Through the visor of his helmet he gave the Sith collection a last gaze, the dark side in the room seeping itself away as he ascended upwards back to the first floor. 

He'd make sure he was the only one that knew of this place, such a collection of dark artifact couldn't fall into the wrong set of hands. It would be sealed off for anyone beside him, and he'd try his damnedest to stave off the seduction to return to it. But as Dredar exited the elevator and made his way out of the facility his thoughts dwelled on the Sith holocron repository. The visions it teased him with as well as the pure power he felt examining it. Two legendary Sith lords had built the Empire the Grand Imperium had been birthed from. Such temptation was exceedingly dangerous and life altering, but Dredar could not extinguish the allure from his mind.