The red glow of a lightsaber lit the room. A snap and hiss signified its powering to life. Life. . .the crystals inside of this lightsaber were forged from the lava of Korriban. Forever will the darkside suround this weapon. A deep blue hand gripped the hilt and the blade responded to its master. The blue hand belonged to a Sith, Darth Avayl. His large alien frame hid under the black robes draped across his shoulders.
This man was unique, he had two curing horns on his head, blue skin, and wings. The wings were mechanical made and surgically implanted to him by the trained doctors at Thule, the old Sith stronghold.
His blade was alight for one reason only. Standing before him was one of his two apprentices. They were standing facing the other in the Council room of Korribans Sith Temple. The obsidian and marble stone of this room reflected the craftsmanship of this ageless temple. They stood atop the long stone table meant for meetings and the like. But now its was a combat chamber.
And the violence broke.