Sith Archive: Asheth (FanFiction)

Prologue: House Vantorn

Dromund Kaas, the centre of the Sith Empire. A place of treachery, deceit and the great lust for power. The palace on the hill far to the north of Kaas City lay in a prestine condition. The flag of the Empire proudly displayed on each wall. I sat inside my fathers old meditation chambers. Contemplating where it all went wrong. My home empty now, durasteel walls rusted with age. The reemergance into reality. The meditation chambers I sat in had a tattered flag of the Empire on the floor that I knelt onto, it decaying with ancient rot and bacterial colonies, the walls were quite similar. Yet the column's that once held up the second floor were few and inbetween, two or three columns had fallen and were stuck near the ones that still stood and more on the floor. Water dripped from the old taps that were crusty and broken. The piping to this palace was long decimated.

I remember me and my brother running through the halls, practice sabers in-hand, clashing at each other before we were to be taken to a shuttle to Korriban. How naive we were back then, it fill me, not with rage or passion, but peace. A state I have not felt in a long time. Was it the memory itself that influenced such a state or was it just instinct to feel it again.

"Apprentice!" A figure yelled. "We are here for the artifact you mentioned, not your pathetic memories."

I pulled myself up to my feet, and walked into the hall where he stood, silent in the shadow of a statue of my father.

"Master? This way, we need to get to the archive." I replied to him, walking down the hall to the door.

The panel was fried, door, clearly locked. My peace broken, and annoyance replaced it soon after.  My Master walked over to my side, "Move aside Apprentice!" He yelled."My patience is wearing thin!"

I moved to the side, my Master moving back a few steps, the door creaked as he forced it open, no gestures, just quick concentration. "There! Now get the artifact." He said before moving aside, his hand gesturing to the remains of the door.

I walked through the passageway, the walls prestine, the Datacore still intact, lucky for me. My hands hovered over the keypad to access the core, I began to type and access the remaining files, the walls may be prestine, but the core had degraded, most of the data lost. The remaining history of my family remained in majority, mostly useless. Maps of Temples, locations of a few artifacts, but not the artifact I required, that was lost. I transfered all the remaining data into my Datapad before placing a thermal detonator in the open core, before noticing another door, rusted a little, maybe some water had creeped through. I looked at it for a moment noticing it was unlocked, guess nobody expected anyone to get inside. The door slid open, scraping against metal when I walked infront of it, the open space revealed a type of Sanctum, holocrons and datacrons alike lining the shelfs.

My Master could sense it, the intrigue that I didn't hide, he walked in bewildered, but not enough for it to be noticed. "Apprentice, gather these for now, they will do." He said, before walking out.