Darth Krassus deflected Aleera's barrage of strikes following with a force-push that sent her flying back a few meters. She gritted her teeth as she got back up. The older Sith approached her like a stalking wolf. His gleaming crimson blade pointed directly at her illuminating his daunting figure, this allowed her to see him behind his hood's casting shadow.

The lower half of his face was covered up by a bandanna, his amber eyes focused and piercing.

Krassus: "You're a skilled young one, that's for sure."

Aleera: "You're not taking me to whatever freak Sith catacomb you crawled out of."

She growled back.

Krassus: "Is that so?"

He tilted his head. Spinning his lightsaber slowly, in an intimidating manner. Aleera thought she could see a hint of joy in his cruel yellow eyes.

Krassus: "I like a little challenge."

He charged forward, Aleera moved to block his quick strikes. He relied on Djem So almost too much, like (Y/N) but Krassus was stronger than his son. Aleera's defense slipped up a bit as she backed up out of the way of a killing blow.

She was aghast that he was able to break her defense that quickly. She didn't feel that much fear fighting Grievous, but now a rare moment of her life. She felt afraid.

Aleera: "(Y/N) where are you?"

Krassus: "You're afraid, don't be. Simply come with me, and become my new apprentice..."

Aleera: "Never!"

She defiantly yelled.

Krassus: "You Jedi are respectful people, but sometimes you all always seem to take the hard route."

Aleera: "That's what makes us Jedi."

She said, hurling her saber towards the Sith. Who deflected the attack with ease, not losing a pace as he began walking towards her.

Aleera: "Stay away!"

Krassus: "Or what? You call the Jedi council?... Go on then, do it. I'm not scared of a few other Jedi coming here."

He taunted, Aleera kept up her defensive stance. But, Krassus just stood there, waiting.

Krassus: "You can't, can you..."

He chuckled.

Krassus: "You must have been expunged for some reason, but for what?"

Aleera replied with an offensive push of lightsaber attacks, the thin street allowed her to made use of her athleticism to attack from multiple angles using the walls of the surrounding houses. However the older Sith deflected almost every single one of her slashes.

Krassus: "Give up young one."

A small adjustment of his blade burned into Aleera's right thigh.

Aleera: "Ahh!"

She painfully cried out, dropping her green lightsaber to cover her injury. Trying to hold up a frail defense with her remaining blade.

Krassus calmly approached the young Jedi, she tried to repel him by wildly swinging her azure blade. Yet he simply used the Force to pull it out of her hand. Now that she was distracted by her injury, she hadn't been concentrating on preventing him from using the Force on her. Now, he stood over he while she gritted her teeth as her wound burned her nerves. He knelt down to her so they could see eye to eye.

Krassus: "You're skilled, close to perfect form. You'll make a great replacement, instead of that disappointment I disowned years ago on that planet. I really did think you were him. However, you will have to do. I didn't come here to waste my time fighting a potential apprentice."

Without hesitation, the disturbingly calm Sith raised his left hand and brought it close to the side of Aleera's head.

Krassus: "Sleep."

Aleera seemed to tire, but she resisted. Trying to do anything in her power to stay awake. Darth Krassus didn't flinch, he simply exerted tenfold energy into his act. It was now unfortunately too much for Aleera, who's body went limp as she fainted.

He stood up, two cloaked figures holding vibro-voulges appeared out of the shadows. Both of them wore unique masks, crudely constructed. The two of them stood at their master's side.

Krassus: "Dark-Wielders. Take this, astoundingly ravishing Jedi to the ship..."

Dark-Wielder: "Yes Master Krassus."

The Sith picked up both of Aleera's lightsabers. Looking around a bit, before he followed his acolytes back to the ship he came to this planet in.

It couldn't be, I thought he died.

My heart pounded as I tore through the streets trying to search for her. No no no, where is she?! I shouldn't have let her go alone! Scouring the street to our hotel ate up a few minutes as I looked around, finding nothing. How could I have let this happen? Damn it! Stop pushing yourself down it'll only waste time.

(Y/N): "Aleera!"

I called once more. I felt fear building up in me to a level I have never experienced in my life. My mind ran wild with scenarios and rationalizing, maybe he wasn't alive? Maybe it was just a bad memory from training... No, that's the first time I've felt that feeling in years. Desperation gripped me and it felt like it was trying to eat me whole.

(Y/N): "Where are you?..."

I asked no one. I couldn't sense her presence through the Force. Was she dead? Kidnapped by crime lords? No, she's too tough, skilled or smart for any of that to happen.

It was then my gaze fell on a burnt gash made on a house wall. I analyzed it, blaster fire? No, definitely a lightsaber. That definitely confirmed one thing, there was fighting among Force-Wielders here. Aleera's nowhere to be seen. Well, the worse is revealed. My father has returned, from whatever planet he's been hiding on all this time.

In Nal Hutta's atmosphere, Krassus' shuttle was in the midst of beginning their jump into hyperspace. Their pilots were about to pull one of the levers in order to complete the process, but suddenly the Sith Lord himself barged into the cockpit.

Krassus: "Stop the jump!"

Pilot: "My Lord?"

Krassus: "Darth (S/N) lives, the Jedi girl lied to us."

He told the pilots. Who immediately cancelled the jump to hyperspace.

Pilots: "So, do we kill her sir?"

One of them asked.

Krassus: "I'd force-strangle you for such an insolent question if the Neo Sith Remnant didn't have such a shortage of manpower."

He quickly said before leaving the cockpit and proceeding to his meditation chamber to enact a new plan. The older Sith sat down. Slowly letting his deepest fury, vilest malice and darkest ambitions overtake him in order to empower him in the Dark Side of the Force even more. It's time for blood to finally reunite with blood.

Krassus: "My son. It has been awhile."

That familiar voice boomed in my head. Uncovering endless memories made through spite and hate, ! shoved them into the back of my mind.

(Y/N): "Well well well, Master. I guess you didn't really intend to come back to me when you abandoned me on that shithole to "protect" me."

Krassus: "Child, you misunderstand my intentions. I only left you there on that safe-haven as another phase of your training."

(Y/N): "Which was?"

Krassus: "Your ability to survive alone in the Galaxy. Sith should be able to survive the toughest of what this Jedi-run democratic failure they call a Republic can throw at them."

(Y/N): "Do you have Aleera?"

Krassus: "Oh, so that was what that fine young lady is named."

My rage boiled over as I had finally realized what had happened to her.

(Y/N): "Let her go! Damn you!"

Krassus: "That is irrelevant and diverges from what I'm planning."

(Y/N): "And what's that? Oh wise and all powerful master?"

I sneered sarcastically once more.

Krassus: "That tone of yours will forsake your companion's fate right here, right now boy! Don't you remember what you learned? Or were those punishment shockings not enough to drill some sense of respect for authority in your head?"

My father's tone grew angrier. I quieted myself, one of his signature volatile explosive rages could get Aleera killed.

(Y/N): "I apologize, master. What are you requesting of me?"

Krassus: "First, come home. This is where the final battle will be held."

(Y/N): "What final battle?"

After that I could no longer feel his presence in my mind. His ship must have jumped into hyperspace. "Come home." Well, that'll probably be the simplest part of all this.

(Y/N): "As mysterious as always..."

The ship me and Aleera had previously bought at last leapt out of hyperspace, finally reaching that damn planet. Good memories of Sith training were birthed here. After entering the atmosphere, the ship touched down onto the rocky surface.

This familiar planet which I had become so accustomed to during my early childhood.

The ramp lowered itself automatically as I stepped out, inhaling the familiar dusty winds of barren badlands. The surrounding lands bore a sandy red hue as far as the eyes could see. Ruins of titanic rocky statues dotted the landscape, some still standing after centuries to this day. Some had long cracked and given in to the elements of this environment's cruel nature. The very essence of this planet's very visage screamed an evil only to be described as the presence of a Thousand Sith Lords of the past.

In the distance, I could see an ancient temple, nature has eaten away at it's structure but nevertheless it was populated with what looked like cloaked guards. So, Darth Krassus, the prodigal son returns to wreak havoc.

(Y/N): "As much as I hate to say it, it's good to be back here on Korriban..."