Enjoy, and hope you get a laugh!

Magik waited eagerly on his ship docked in near space with his fello Tarenti. They were waiting to hear news of the Temple incursion from members of Naga Sadow. At last the com links were ringing, members of both houses had taken on the mission to descend the Temple, not knowing the outcome. The wait was over, news was abound. Magik waited for the conversation to end, with a smile on his face as his fellow Tarenti discussed the outcome with members of Naga Sadow. The conversation ended fifteen minutes later. The air was quiet, Magik could feel the disturbance. He braced himself, for the bad news. Not knowing what to expect next. Had our plans gone to hell, he griped his teeth. He felt pain and death.

"Magik", the expedition has gone out of control, people are dead. The bad news had just hit his ears. Nothing enexpected he thought to himself."The expedition has been ambushed, the Temple was not secure", Saitou repeated as sweat dripped down his forehead, "we must make our way down to the Temple and secure our allies". The whole mission had gone south, people were dead. Magik, set forth plans to leave his post in near by space with other fellow Tarenti, to come to the aid of the other members down at the Temple. "We must go now, they need us, fire up your cruiser, we are going to the Temple, see down below", Magik commanded with dreadful thoughts.The Tarenti fleet of cruisers left the near by station en route to the Temple.

As the cruiser fleet landed upon the Temple, there were only a couple of survivors in the clearing. Magik didn't know what to expect, his mind was clear, but ready for the worst. "Magik, thank god you came to our rescue", cried Frosty. He was one of the only survivors of the failed mission. The bad news was yet to come. "Ok Frosty, explain to me what had happend here", Magik was in a state of surprise and shock.

Frosty tried to explain what had happend inside, but he was trembbling with fear and agony. "Magik, the Temple was guarded by ghost and the others have been possesed and they turned onto us", Frosty repeated with tears in his eyes. "My brothers are dead", he sceamed unto me as I clinched my teeth in discust. "Frosty explain to me what had happend inside, I must know", Magik spoke to Frosty calmly, yet worried and fearful. Frost had calmed himself and wad ready to talk.

"Magik, members from both Tarenti and Naga Sadow have been possesed by the ghost of the Temple, their minds have been corrupted and manipulated by the ghost of the Temple, they are gone now, dead to us, turned against us in battle, our own friends", Frosty was shaking with fear as spoke. "Exploring inside the Temple, their mind turned and chaos broke out, blasters rang out like hell, it was a nightmare, no one is alive, they turned into ghost and started attacking everybody. I barely made it out with my lightsaber", Frosty was panicked as told his story. "There are no survivors just me", Frosty reiterrated. Magik was stupified, he didn't know what to do. He tried to calm himself as much as he could, knowing that members of his clan had died in the Temple. The Guardians had killed them all. The Temple was guarded heavily, it was time to retreat.

Jurdan looked to his left, and then he looked to his right. Everywhere he looked there were Sadowans and Tarenti bodies on the ground. Not only was the smell of blaster fire in the air but the smell of death was there too. He looked towards the temple entrance as he saw friendly forces being attacked by other friendly forces. No. Were they friendly? The spectres were possessing the forces of Naga Sadow and Tarentum. The men who were possessed moved a bit slower and it seemed like their bodies were not controlled very well. Arms were flailing in the air and they walked with limps.

Jurdan held his ignited lightsaber at the ready and directed a push towards the entrance of the temple. There was one man standing in the doorway wearing a horned helmet. He seemed to be directing the horde in the battle. He was not a normal man. His skin was a sickly gray as if he had not seen the sun in hundreds of years. He had a very ill look and he was missing an eye. Jurdan knew that he would have to get to this man and try to destroy him and this helmet. He could sense an aura about the helmet. This had to be the answer.

The new Shar Dakhan Aedile leapt into battle like a razor cat attacking its prey. The lightsaber was his teeth and claws and he knew how to use them. Several friendlies were engaged in hand to hand combat. He ran through them slicing and stabbing the ones who had become the undead. Their lifeless husks fell to the ground and the spirits that had inhabited them rose up and tried to possess more of the non force users in the immediate area. It was easier for them to take over an untrained and distracted mind over that of a Sith or Gray Jedi.

The corpse leader of the dead towered over the rest of the walking dead. He pointed towards Jurdan as he approached. The Battlemaster deflected a couple of possessed beings to the side with a couple swift kicks. He lunged directed at the leader of this army of the possessed and swiped at him with his lightsaber. The man quickly turned into a spirit and then back into a solid again. Jurdan didn’t know how to handle this. While in the ghost form he realized that the helmet was still solid and real. He attacked the spectre again and again. The being kept phasing into a ghostly form as if leaving their plane of existence. He stretched out his hand towards the being and shot lighning from his fingertips. He watched as the lightning forked and weaved and hit the helmet off of the spectre’s head. He watched as it faded but he could still sense him near. Jurdan ran up to the helmet and quickly ran his lightsaber blade through it cutting it in half and melting the metal. The possessed beings started to win control of their bodies back and soon there were no spectres left.