Jurdan Krennel had just arrived on the planet Qirool VI. He had recently transferred from Scholae Palatinae to Clan Naga Sadow out of respect for someone who had saved his life. Evelynn Wyrm had found Jurdan stranded in space, his ship adrift but salvageable. He had been in a firefight on behalf of Scholae and had been left behind. Wyrm picked up his beacon and picked him up. Out of respect for his rescuer he offered his skills as Shar Dahkan Aedile. Jurdan walked into the massive temple that sat before him. He was leading a group of his newest soldiers in an attempt to uncover the secrets of the temple.

Jurdan led the men and women under him into the temple entrance. It was a large atrium that he was walking into. He saw old statues of figures that he didn’t know. Some were fully formed and some were rubble and sand. Jurdan could feel something out of place in this temple. It felt like the Force but strangely odd. Jurdan could hear something coming from inside the temple. It was a moaning. Suddenly he saw it. There were translucent forms coming toward him. They weren’t floating in the air but they seemed to drift over the ground quickly. They came towards him and changed as they got closer. They seemed to transform into a more aggressive form and they started to attack.

Tarentum had been called in by Grand Master Muz to assist Naga Sadow with the ghost issue in the temple on Qirool VI. They have a history of dealing with things like ghosts and zombies. It wasn’t long ago that Battle Team Grey Wolf had helped Shadow Guard of Scholae with a zombie problem of their own on Judecca, the now dead world. Now Tarentum would come to help with the ghost problem on this new world.

Jurdan watched as Tarenti troops, and Sith, began landing on the surface of the planet just outside the temple. He watched as some of the Sith approached the entrance of the temple and he could hear them start chanting something. It was foreign and gibberish to him. He walked up to one of the members of the clan closest to him, it was Frosty.

“What are they doing?”Jurdan inquired quietly as to not disturb the ceremony.

“They are performing a binding ritual. They mean to bind whatever spirits remain and send them away to where ghosts are supposed to go.” Frosty explained. “This is something the sorcerers have learned based on research they have uncovered in dealing with similar issues in the past.”

Jurdan nodded and watched as the Tarenti sorcerers walked into the mouth of the temple atrium.

Manually added by Adept Xen'Mordin Vismorsus-Palpatine

Jurdan stood in the back room of Big Daddies on Imperium’s island base. The Imperial Forces here had not yet succumb to the will of Fallax. Shortly after the death of his brother, Delak, Jurdan had escaped the city and fled to more familiar territory. Delak had been murdered right in front of him and then he had been forced to drag his body into the city streets as a warning for any would be userpers.

The Isle of Dleacht was secure from all attacks but Jurdan knew from his talks with Lexiconus that they would have to leave there soon. The only hope for Scholae was to win back the loyalty of the troops stationed in Ohmen. Fallax had corrupted them against the Sith forces of Scholae early on so it would be tough but not undoable to win them back. They just need to show Fallax was a weakened entity who would soon be gone.

Jurdan had made his way to Delak’s quarters. They were now his. Delak had accumulated many things to show his past significance as an Admiral in the Imperial Navy, as well as his time as Prince of Corulag. The weight on his hip had changed a bit now that he carried Delak’s lightsaber Shiny and Chrome. He held the saber in his hand feeling it's smooth surfaces in his palm. It was cold to the touch but somehow familiar. There was a beep at his comm unit.

“Jurdan, get to the landing pad on the double.” It was Lexiconus, the Quaestor of House Imperium. He was clearly in a hurry, something must be wrong. Without a moment's hesitation he was off and running for the pad. He made it as quickly as he could and the shuttle was lifting off just as he arrived. He had to jump through the open landing ramp to make the trip.

“No time to waste. We have incoming fighters.” Lexic shouted.

Fighters were clearly visible in the distance and they were moving in fast. They headed straight for Imperium HQ and started strafing the buildings. Jurdan watched as the main building exploded in a rain of fire. He couldn't believe it was gone like that. Thankfully they had gotten away in time to avoid the fighters. Their trip had begun and they were on their way to a meeting with some of the heads of the military willing to talk.

Hours after the destruction of Imperium base Jurdan and Lexic had been meeting with leaders of the military. Some were very receptive to the Sith control of the military as it was before. Some were hesitant. Lexic decided it was time to show his ace up his sleeve. He brandished a holoemitter and activated it. With a blue and white flicker the image that spring to life was that of Xen. His body and face were becoming disfigured and distorted because of Fallax’s control of his body. The sight of the horrible being made them cringe. Had this really once been their Emperor. He would definitely need his mask if he were to survive the ordeal.

Jurdan and Lexic left the meeting feeling good that they had won so many members to their side. The final battle would soon begin and it would lead to the deaths of many brave souls.