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Through the dark clouds swirling above the planet, a shuttle clears it's path. The dark clouds seem to merely part, allowing it access to the planet below. The Sith, born of an ancient tradition, named Targon Nadd, makes his way from the Lambda Class shuttle as it docks, the venting gasses and steam swirling around his battle armor enshrouded form.
With silent movement, he makes his way towards the chambers of legend. His path paved long before these steps were taken. As he enters the temple, his head lowers slightly, a sign of respect for those who master here. He moves to the center of the chambers, kneeling and resting his hands across his right, raised, knee. He waits, never breaking his silent stature, merely waits...
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