<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Chapter 1: The Pit</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br/>(http://www.tentonhammer.com/image/view/47090/preview)</div><br/>Korriban, the birthplace of the Sith, and their ancient home for thousands of years. Here, they have rebuilt after the defeat in The Great Hyperspace War, and more recently The Cold War with the Republic. With their Emperor dead, Darth Malgus routed out of power, and most of the Dark Council dead, The great Sith Empire isn't nearly as strong as they were prior to the war. And now they again find themselves rebuilding, and it will happen on this red planet the Sith call home.<br/><br/>On this desolate landscape, ruins of the ancient might of the Sith can be found scattered around. Tombs dedicated to some of the most powerful Sith to have ever lived. Also, the Sith academy, where most slaves and acolytes come to train before becoming Sith in earnest by those few worthy of becoming an apprentice to a Lord or Darth, can be found here. A large and rigid structure that overlooks the valley beneath it, a place where most of the acolytes go to train. Here, a training ground can be found, called The Pit, where prospects compete against each other in the hopes of drawing interest from any Sith or Overseer watching the bouts being held there.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The transport bucked to its side as it entered the atmosphere, and made Erobas sway a little. But he'd grown used to the turbulence of reentry and was not phased. He sat, leaned back against the cold metal wall and his arms crossed. His usual scowl covered his face, especially at the site of his master, and father, pacing back and forth in front of him. He seemed to be talking to himself but without speaking, something Darth Moros was often found doing. Always the type to scheme and  think ahead. The red skinned pureblood wondered what his father was thinking about then, but then he realized he didn't care.<br/><br/>“What is the point of this tournament? Lowly acolytes squabbling in the dirt is no concern of Sith of our stature.” Erobas remarked to his father, something that made him immediately stop pacing and broke him out of his focus. At his own expense, Moros had arranged for the best acolytes not only on Korriban, but across the empire to be brought here for this occasion. And dozens of Lords, and Darth had flocked there at the chance  to see so many promising young Force users in one place. It had been billed as a show of national pride by Moros, but Erobas knew better. His father simply wished for more renown, and this tournament was more in his own honor, than in the Empire's.<br/><br/>“Perhaps, yet you will be fighting with them. Squabbling in the dirt, as you would say.” The Darth cocked his head and pointed a finger at his son. Erobas could not help but to break into laughter hearing his father, thinking it was surely meant in jest. Yet he saw the Darth's expression continue to be serious and sour and knew his father intended for him to fight. Erobas could only shake his head in contrariness.<br/><br/>“They are beneath me. I will crush them, like insects.” He said, overly confident as he turned his head to the side. He could feel the ship begin to dock and stood up. But not before Moros got another remark in to his his son. “You will have your chance to prove yourself…” Moros told his apprentice as he walked off the transport in a great hurry to get away from his father. However, Moros stayed aboard for a few moments and opened the holocommunicator on his wrist.<br/><br/>“Darth Moros, always a pleasure. What can I do for you old friend?” The hologram of a Imperial Officer spoke. “I have a favor to request Captain Solus. You were apart of Intelligence at one point, correct?” Moros replied, without a greeting as he was in something of a hurry it seemed.<br/><br/>“Yes my Lord, I reached Cipher rank before being reassigned to the fleet.” the Captain replied quickly and without hesitation. His answer brought a slight grin across the red skinned Sith’s face. A smirk he often showed when he was getting his way.<br/><br/>“Good, I need you to pull  a few strings and get them to send one of their best here. I need this to be discrete, with no details until they are here and have reported to me directly. Do not even mention my name, is that all understood Captain.” Moros quickly barked his orders as he began walking off the transport and into the spaceport. He could see clear confusion on the face of Captain Solus, but he was utterly loyal to Moros and knew he would not deny him anything after having saved his ship, The Achyles, several years prior.<br/><br/>“Of course, I will see it done.” Solus quickly responded as Moros immediately cut the communication line after getting the answer he desired.  He made his way into the spaceport and found his  escort, and apprentice waiting for him inside. They soon made their way towards the academy on the other side of the valley.