Korriban; Underground
It was a world of secrets.
That was what Sifa had always been told, that was what her Master's had always said to her. She had visited this world once before, she had even stepped foot upon it. When the Sith Empire had been defeated, when Daella, Diana and Selena had paraded through the streets as victorious, when the Jedi Order had stood above the Sith for the first time in centuries, that was when she had come here. It had been a simple trip, one to assess the damage and perhaps fixes for this world.
She along with the rest of the AgriCorps had determined that it was worthless, that Korriban would never recover. It didn't matter the terraforming, it didn't matter the effort or the changes tried, this world would never become lush and live again. This world was dead.
It would never recover, and would remain a tomb.
A tomb filled with secrets.
For the Sith it wasn't just a tomb however, it was a mecca. It was a place for pilgrimage, for the seeking of knowledge and power. It was a place that they had flocked to for millenia, scouring the tombs of Dark Lords within the famed Valley. It was so famed and celebrated that most thought the world worthless, that most thought it useless.
They were wrong of course.
There were the tombs in the Valley of the Dark Lords. There were those that had been robbed and looted over and over again, and there were those that had been hidden. Korriban was a world of Sith, it had enjoyed hosting thousands upon thousands of powerful Darksiders, and where some had egos, others preferred the silence of true power.
Those that did had their own tombs, but they were hidden. Beneath the sands, beneath the rock and dust of Korriban itself, held within the bosom of the planets crust were more tombs. It was once such tomb that Sifa now stood before, glowrod in hand, blue light casting over a massive set of stone doors.
Her eyes looked up at the visage of an Ancient Pureblood, his cruel smile casting down at her as she prepared to enter his tomb.