Located on Sepros, the ancient Temples of Orian have served as the home for Clan Naga Sadow since the Exodus. In particular, the Temple of Sorrow was selected to become the base of operations for all of Clan Naga Sadow. The Temple has been rebuilt upon a once withered base, creating a hybrid of ancient stone and current era technology.

Within the shroud of Sepros' jungles, the spire of the Temple stands tall and menacing. It is constructed at the heart of a large clearing within the trees, with an impressive courtyard flanking it. The courtyard itself is a testament to the ancient origins of the Temple, littered with remains of the previous temple. Vines grow like slithering snakes throughout the crumbling architecture as if trying to strangle what stone remains and drag it into the dirt once more. Moss coats the stones in defiance to the elements that have stripped the stone bare throughout the courtyard. A grand staircase leads from the grassy ground to the main entrance, with secondary platforms on either side that house landing platforms. Several transport shuttles are settled upon the platforms in varying states of readiness as droids see to their maintenance.

Inside the Temple lies the main hall. The walls are shaped from a marble-like structure with elegant, flowing curves as if molded in clay. Columns line the walls leading away from the entrance towards the central chambers, supporting a balcony that stretches along the walls of the hall as a second level. Multiple corridors are seen between the columns, leading towards the Temple proper. Within these pathways reside the quarters many call home, in addition to various training rooms and small libraries.

This is the Temple of Sorrow, the heart of Clan Naga Sadow.

Locke stood in the center of the courtyard outside the Temple of Sorrow and analyzed his surroundings. He turned in a slow circle, taking note of the ruins in the courtyard, the trees in the distance, as well as the maintenance droids working at each of the surrounding landing platforms - but he was not here for an audit. He was here to test the combat skills of a newer member of Clan Naga Sadow. Locke checked his datapad again, reviewing the man's information.

The Commander of the Night Hawks was Captain Corvo, or Surec'or'vosen. So, he was a Chiss, and what background his file stated on him showed that he had the keen tactical mind that his species was known for. Locke would have to be wary of that - he did not want to let the man get the best of him. Although the instructions of this "test" outlined it as a combat encounter with no rules, Locke also did not want to kill or seriously injure Corvo. He was not in the business of terminating valuable followers of Sadow. He would have to make sure he didn't do anything that would leave a permanent effect.

Some twinge in the Force took Locke out of his thoughts. Like an instinct, he had the sudden urge to dive-roll to a crouching position, and he did so - just as a blaster shot whizzed through the space his chest had been. Locke cursed silently to himself and ran behind the nearest bit of the ruined old temple - a small stack of ancient stone with a fern sprouting out of the top.

The fern was destroyed by a second shot, it's leaves bursting into flame. Then another hit the stone. After that, there was a pause. Locke took the opportunity to ready his DC-15S carbine and aimed it around the corner, firing several shots in the direction he thought he had been assailed from. Instead, a shot hit the stone wall next to him from a different angle, not too far from where he had been aiming.

Considering his options, Locke thought he had relatively few. With focus, he could determine Corvo's location in the Force, but the Chiss seemed to be repositioning after each shot, and Locke didn't want to give him an opportunity to flank him. He really needed to get some kind of idea of where the other man was. He didn't want to risk getting hit too much, but he needed to do something.

Locke decided to lay down suppressive fire while he retreated toward one of the transports and the towering trees beyond it. He backed away from Corvo's last known position, standing, backpedaling, and firing in wild bursts. He didn't intend to hit anything, but he wanted to make sure he didn't give Corvo an easy shot, either. A blaster bolt whizzed past his head, and then he turned and ducked behind the next obstacle, a slightly taller pillar than the one had been behind before.

In doing so, Locke caught a glimpse of movement heading behind a far stack of rubble, just to the right of where the last shot had come from. "Finally," he muttered. He pulled a grenade from his belt and channeled the Force into his arm so he could throw the grenade further, hurling it near that pile of rubble.

A second before the actual explosion, Locke caught his first clear glimpse of Corvo as the other man ran through the open to put space between himself and the blast. Locke trained his carbine on him, intending to fire several shots over his head, but just before he pulled the trigger the weapon was abruptly knocked from his hands.

Flabbergasted, Locke watched some bird carry away the carbine and drop it well out of reach. He ducked behind cover and examined the scratch where the bird's talons had raked across his hand. He had never expected an animal to interrupt their fight. Regardless, Locke now had a rough idea where Corvo was and needed to decide what to use next: his pistol, lightsaber, or some other tool.