The lady cannot be trusted!

The temple finally looms into view, you sigh with relief and step into the large sandy clearing before the temple. You look to smile at Zola but she is not relieved to have found the temple. “We are still behind the others we must hurry to acquire my War blade.” As Zola strides ahead you can sense who she really is. A clarity has befallen you as your mind is no longer clouded with lust. She is a selfish dangerous Sith acolyte and to her, you are just a tool for her greater power and pleasure. You are now sure she has been using the **** to cloud your mind with arousal and longing. But now she focuses on the War blade her grip on you has weakened. Sensing the cracks you have repelled her from your mind completely. She is so distracted you note, that she has not noticed your minds escape.

Despite being distracted she is still powerful you cannot help but feel strongly for her. “Hurry up, you must help me. Slay what lies within so we can make up time,” Zola shouts from the ancient temple entrance.

The temple has a huge square entrance carved into the stone two large sculptures of Sith lords draped in cloaks standing vigil at either side of the entrance. Ancient Sith text has been carved into the door frame. You step into the shadow and only realise then the heat of the sun that had been upon you. The temple was cool and dimly lit by fire lamps.

You set off down a long staircase into the catacombs, it is cool underground and you take a deep breath. Zola leads quickly through the tunnels of the temple, ancient ruins and inscriptions line the walls of the sacred monument. The lights begin to become dimmer and dimmer and you enter a huge high ceilinged temple hall. The walls are decorated with carved pillars and statues. The flame lamps are only at the entrance of the hall and the darkness swallows the huge empty space. Zola storms into the darkness and ignites her vibro sword to light the path. It does little to help illuminate the large hall but she storms on regardless. Her small curvy frame overshadowed by the enormous hall as she disappears into the dark.

You sense movement just beyond the reach of the dim light of your vibro sword. You slow your pace and steady your blade. You look up to see that Zola’s light has vanished, your anger builds up inside. Such a foolish selfish creature you almost hope that she gets taught a lesson. You refocus quickly and listen intently, you can hear the quiet hissing and the scuttling of legs around and above you.

You quicken your pace thinking desperately for a solution that can illuminate the room. With light, your foes will be revealed and therefore exterminated. You remember your history lessons, Sith temples of old and how they used vats of oil. Spilling the oil down channels then setting them alight. The energy blade of your vibro sword could be used to light the oil you just needed to find the vats. You make headway for the side of the hall.

There is a loud hiss and a screech, one of the slugs flings itself at you. You slash blindly and land and wounding blow. Then quickly the other K’lar slugs strike. You resist the urge to panic. You slash into one of the screaming beasts and try to track the blurs of movement in the light of your blade. You duck low under a diving beast you felt with the **** and impale another. Your sword gets stuck in the slug and this gives the chance for one of the slugs to sink its teeth into your thigh. You roar in pain as the blood gushes from your wounds.

You use the **** to drive the impaled slug of your blade then slash the head from the slug that had bitten you. With the head of the slug still deep in your thigh you stand and powerfully carve another two writhing K’lar in half. You soon reach the edge of the hall and begin to follow the channel along the wall. A slug drops down from the wall, you smash it aside then vertically drive your blade into its bulbous body.

You hear a scream come echoing through the hall, your angry at Zola and her foolishness allow you to harness your rage and cut down more beasts. With gritted teeth, you limp forcefully towards the edge of the room. You finally find the vat and with a powerful shove, you push it to the floor filling the channels with black flammable oil.

A K’lar viciously slashes you’re back, the pain seethes through you. You turn, grab the vicious creature tearing out its fleshy skin and slam it into the pool of oil. You drive your blade through the slug and the oil beneath roars into an orange inferno. You dive back covering your face from the spitting flame and the screaming slug.

The hall is illuminated on one side by a formidable wall of fire, the slugs in the darkness are revealed. You see with shock the bodies of many fellow initiates. Their bodies were torn apart by swarms of the loathsome creatures. What a waste of good stock you think to yourself, but alas this is the Sith way. There are hundreds of the beasts squealing and scuttling as you now cut them down in the light. You hear another scream your anger for Zola becomes fear and the powerful emotion provides you with the will to kill hordes of the beasts.