I approached the ancient, occupied temple. My robes caught the Korriban winds as the two guards standing point at the main entrance approached me. Nothing would be able to stop me from saving Aleera. Not even Darth Krassus' goons.

The two of them blocked my way with their vibro-vougles. Lighting them up as a warning sign. I stopped a meter away from them.

Dark-Wielder: "Darth (S/N), the Grand Master welcomes your presence. He awaits you inside the temple."

(Y/N): "Enough with the pleasantries, I'm only here for one person."

The both of them looked at each other, the second one nodded to the first.

Dark-Wielder: "In that case, the Grandmaster ordered us to take you in by Force."

(Y/N): "Is that so?"

Dark-Wielder: "It is according to protocol."

(Y/N): "Step. Aside."

The second one quickly outstretched his hand. I felt my limbs lock up as I tried moving. Impressive, Krassus has taught them Force Immobility. However, their connection to the force seems less natural. Made for mass infantry soldiers. Therefore much less powerful than mine, which has had the privilege of years of development.

(Y/N): "One thing about the Force. One should never try to use it on someone who is stronger with it."

I broke out of the second guard's hold easily. The both of them backed up in unison as the two of them simultaneously Force-pushed me away. Sending me back a few meters, yet I remained on my feet. These Force users were simple and their connection was timid. Nevertheless, a threat to be dealt with.

My lightsaber's crimson fury was unleashed as I brought the blade to a defensive posture. The two guards looked nervous behind their masks, they've probably never even fought another Force user before. One of them finally brushed off their deep fear and charged me with their vibro weapon in an effort to spear me.

My lightsaber met the weapon as my sheer strength pushed off the assault. He tried to slash me with the weapon once more but I grabbed the handle, holding it in place as he tried to take it out of my grasp. I punctured his abdomen as I let his deceased body fall to the red rocky grounds.

Dark-Wielder 2: "FOR THE GLORY OF THE NEO SITH REMNANT!"

He cried out, attempting to rush me like his previous companion. I simply smirked at his brave nonsense and pressed a different mechanism on my lightsaber hilt as he charged me.

Two opposing sides on my saber's upper handle opened up, revealing two more smaller exhaust ports which let out two accompanying crossguard blades.

He got a bit too close but I was quicker. I angled my crossguard blades and stabbed him with one in his liver as I effortlessly slammed his body into the dirt. His cry of pain fueled my drive for violence, violence necessary in order to save Aleera.

For good measure I delivered one last brutal finishing slash to his chest. Ending his life instantaneously.

(Y/N): "Pathetic, weak wasted potential."

I growled in disgust, I held my red lightsaber close as I advanced further into the dark maw of the vast Sith Temple. There will be more of them crawling about in there...

I struggled against the grip of two Dark-Wielders who were holding me down in a kneeling position. Krassus overlooked as I writhed around to try and get out of my captor's grip. From his throne he rose and approached me. I dared not to stare into this callous Sith's eyes.

Krassus: "Young Jedi, resistance is useless. Do understand that you are forever more a part of the Neo Sith Remnant.

Aleera: "I'll never join you."

Krassus: "You don't understand the power of the Dark Side, and what benefits you could receive from siphoning off of it's marvelous ecstasy."

I tried to break the Dark-Wielder's holds on me, no avail yet. However, I sensed a familiar presence. Perhaps it'd be best to try and distract him until I can find a way out of this mess.

Aleera: "I understand enough, Krassus. The Dark Side is equivalent to a drug. You think you'll become almighty and invincible when in reality. The Dark Side will want something back from you, your life force. It'll eat away at you endlessly, until one day you'll be nothing but a sack of feeble skin and bones rotting away in a barren temple such as this."

The Dark-Wielders surrounding me noticeably grew more impatient and furious. Darth Krassus, however wasn't even fazed by this. He simply walked right up to me, knelt down and held my chin as he made me look at him.

Krassus: "Oh, well. Truly a hypocrite. What would my son think of your vile words? I know you've been with him, I talked to him myself. Well, at least now I know why you've been cast out by the Jedi Order."

Aleera: "Why w-would I ever be with a-"

Krassus: "Spare me your needless protective speak. The fact remains that you as a Jedi, broke the code. You have been romantically involved, much less with someone who uses the Dark Side. By probably saving him from whatever prison the Republic has left him in you have acted out of selfishness and personal reasons. I'm acting on mere speculation yet I don't think that makes you a true Jedi, isn't that right?"

He pointed, waiting for me to rebuke him. But, he was right. I have been unfaithful to the Jedi Code.

Aleera: "Why should a Code written vast millennia ago dictate how Jedi of the present act?... Do you know what? Fine, I have been romantically involved with (Y/N), yes I broke him out because I simply did not want him to die in there. I love him. Yet am I consistently citing my precious dedication to the Jedi Code? No. Nevertheless, fuck you and your mindless minions! I'd die before I join you."

I finally admitted, letting out an inner rage I never even thought plausible. I simply stared daggers at (Y/N)'s excuse of a father.

Dark-Wielder: "Disrespectful bi-!"

Krassus: "Silence."

Dark-Wielder: "Yes, Neo Grandmaster."

Krassus: "It seems my efforts to draw out the Dark Side in you have been successful."

He simply smiled.

Dark-Wielder 2: "Neo Grandmaster! Neo Grandmaster!"

Another Dark-Wielder entered the room, carrying a fellow wielder over his shoulder. This one looks like it was gutted like a pig and ravaged by a wolf afterwards. His body was covered in a multitude of seared cuts. From a lightsaber, something no one else has on Korriban besides Me, Krassus... and.

Krassus: "Darth (S/N). Right on schedule..."

Dark-Wielder 2: "Wha-what do we do Grandmaster?"

Krassus: "Stall him long enough so we can complete this ritual. Gather everything and everyone. Do not underestimate my son. Die if you have to, for the glory of the Neo Sith Remnant."

He calmly ordered. The Wielder stood at attention.

Dark-Wielder 2: "Yes Grandmaster!"

The Wielder left the room, along with four of the eight guards stationed in here.

Krassus: "Now then."

He turned to me, pulled out an ancient looking piece of literature, while raising his hand. Uttering something in a runic sounding language I could not understand.

Krassus: "Bend to my will."

I felt a searing pain in my head. I yelled in agony, trying to resist what ever the hell he was trying to throw at me. But the pain kept on intensifying. I tried my hardest to ignore the splitting headache that was developing but it was growing futile.

Aleera: "No, please! Stop that! It hurts!"

Krassus: "Your desire is irrelevant. Bend. To. My. Will."

His effort seemed to increase, the pain did too, until I couldn't take it any more. I think I'm... starting to black out...

Countless Dark-Wielders surrounded me, perhaps two dozen. All armed with vibro-weapons. They closed in as I kept up a defense with my lightsaber.

Dark-Wielder: "Darth (S/N)! Cease and desist! And we will be merciful."

(Y/N): "Step out of my way. This is your only warning."

I gritted my teeth in anger.

Dark-Wielder 2: "It's hopeless you fool. We surround you."

I stared at the one who threatened me, tilting my head as I smirked a little back at him.

(Y/N): "All I'm surrounded by is fear. And dead men."

I firmly clenched my free hand. Letting my strong, raw connection to the Dark Side flow through me freely. My anger, fury and sheer hatred for my father and his simpleminded clueless acolytes fueled my act.

Every single one of the Dark-Wielders' force barriers had been breached. They dropped their vibro weapons and all clenched at their throats, their orchestral gagging eventually died out as I squeezed my hand into a tight fist. Without hesitation I proceeded past the dozens of corpses with snapped windpipes.

I held my lightsaber close, before I was able to finally find the room where I remember training the most with my father. I found him sitting on his throne, Aleera was standing in in the middle of the room facing my father. Eight Dark-Wielders stood guard by the walls.

(Y/N): "Krassus! You're dead!"

I yelled in pure fury, charging straight at him with my lightsaber poised for a lethal strike.

Yet it was blocked by Aleera, whose blue lightsaber was ignited and in my way. She pushed me back and turned around, opening her previously closed eyes.

Which had morphed into a shade of dark amber instead of her signature light green that I grew to admire. Now sharp and predatory instead of caring and confident.

(Y/N): "Aleera... how, wha-...?"

Krassus: "Darth Arachna fight Darth (S/N), to the death. Whoever lives among you both shall become my new apprentice."

Aleera's response was close to robotic, as if she was deeply entranced... Ancient Sith Magic...

Aleera: "Yes my Master."

I stared horrified, as she ignited both of her lightsabers and outright charged straight towards me. My father simply stared at the both of us and smiled, watching eagerly on his throne. I moved to block Aleera's oncoming attacks.