Deep in the shadows of a murky swamp, a figure lies unmoving between the wreckage of an escape pod. His only weapon a lightsabre lay at his side, and as the sunsets over the swamp, and the mist rolls off the water he stirs and sits up, dazed from his unfortunate crash from the Corrilian transport he was being held on.
He gets to his feet painfully and picks up his weapon, looking around he observes his surroundings. A gloomy swamp with a haze of mist rolling off the surface of the water, and twisted trees with branches scarring the murky pools which once housed life, the setting sun threw Erie shadows across the path to an ancient temple. And strange noises, like animals, could be heard from the undergrowth.

He proceeded along the path until he was standing at the front of the temple, he looked it up and down, it was an old building, quite tall and very shadowed, no light seemed to reach into it. The stone work was a dark purple with inscriptions carved into the door they read: “None Shall Leave Alive”
This text intrigued him, he wanted to go deeper, so he touched the door finding a way to open it, but as soon has his hand had touched the cold stone, the door slowly rumbled open.

He walked over the threshold, into the unknown, into the darkness, as he proceeded deeper down the murky hallway, a feeling of hatred and darkness swept over him, he looked around, he felt as if he was being observed, not by someone, something, he felt the temple was watching him, tracking his every move as he proceeded deeper into the structure.
After a while he came to a door at the end of the hallway, two stone statues of the Sith were either side, as he approached he heard a cracking noise, to his disbelief the two Sith were turning from stone to flesh, he pulled out his sabre and activated it ready for battle.