"My lord," one of the faithful marked said, "We shall break into the lower levels soon. Some chambers are still intact though nothing of value is present that we can detect within the force."
Kane smirked and pulled his hood further over his eyes. He had brought enough of his clones with him to ensure it would not take long. "Good." The word rolled off his lips like the Dark Lord he thought himself to be. All around him squads of clone troopers had set up defesnes just in case. They doubted any rancors would investigate, but best to be prepared. Still, two squads of Marked flanked Kane no matter where he set foot. They stood tall in their blackened royal guard armor holding their lightpikes at the ready. Not that he needed the protection at all.
Pride Kane knew and had. The Marked were a reminder of what he had once had or thought he had. Power, secrets, doom, all perfect. A few minutes later the word came the chambers had been breached. Kane stood still as he watched the almost completely in stasis Thrion be wheeled out of the transport in his wonderful tube. Kane had spared no expense to ensure the power supply would last for eons. What better way to be buried alive than to ensure the death was far slower than anyone could imagine.
Death would not be a beginning for this chiss. Lehon would be his tomb guarded by wild rancor and under the ruins of a failed race's temple and a debris filled heavens. The dark side would bury it all within its womb.






