Jurdan brushed off the dust that had fallen on his armor after the explosion inside the temple corridors. He had been running away from possessed men from Tarentum. The lights was now gone with the tunnel collapsing in on itself. Jurdan ignited his purple blade and followed the remaining path forward. It was a maze of tunnels in this old temple. He figured they had wanted to confuse any who would enter to try and loot the artifacts that were in the treasure vault, if one existed. They knew at least one thing survived. This artifact had been reported as a two horned Sith Helmet. It had been imbued with powers to possess the living with the spirits of those who died here in this temple, whether by natural cause or by sacrifice.

Jurdan followed the winding tunnels until he reached a central chamber where a group of five possessed men and women were standing. They were facing an altar that had one more being standing there facing it. The being had on the Sith helmet. “He must be the leader of the group,” Jurdan thought to himself. The hum of his lightsaber attracted the attention of the people in the hall. Blasters were raised in his direction and they were just as quickly firing in his direction. The air, which was already thin, was quickly filled with the smell of laser blasts. The air burned a bit as Jurdan inhaled it. He deflected the blasts into nearby walls and back towards the ones firing. A few of the blasts hit their mark on the being who had shot at him first.

Jurdan ran towards the group and quickly sliced left and right cleaving the heads off of the two remaining possessed men. They had been good troops and now they were gone forever. It was a shame to say the least. The final being turned and chuckled at Jurdan. He made a hand gesture as if taunting the Sith Battlemaster. Jurdan lunged at the man and sliced through his chest. The blade didn’t hit anything however. It had phased right through him. Jurdan stretched out his hand and let loose all sorts of lightning at the target and hit the wall opposite the being. It was no use. This being was a ghost through and through. He took one last effort and swung his blade at the Sith helmet. It struck! The helmet took damage and the being faded for a short second. Jurdan launched another attack and sliced the helmet into two pieces. It fell to the ground and the being disappeared. Jurdan received a communication from outside of the temple. All the possessed beings had been returned to their senses.

Please find attached my week 3 fiction for New Ties. Thanks for your time and I hope you enjoy it.

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.