"Shouts would be heard outside of Callace's door, sparling up from his sleep, he'd head for the door and grab his blaster pistol. Opening the door, he'd be greeted by a few Mandalorian soldiers. One of whom, spoke to him. "Sir...You may want to see this." Callace was confused. "Whats wrong soldier?" The soldier gulped, then proceeded to speak. "Follow me." Callace would follow. They would soon be in the security room where the cameras are. There would be one screen that caught everyone's eye. It was a figure in a dark hood and cape, the sandstorm would motion his cape to the right of him, motionless, he never moved a muscle. "He's...Been standing there for eight minutes straight. We don't know what to do." Callace thought. Then spoke. "Send four of your men up there." The soldier nodded. "Head up there troops." The four troops rushed out of the room holding there blaster rifles, soon, they would be at the outside entrance, being met with a heavy sandstorm. One soldier spoke to the mysterious figure. "Who are you and what is your business here!" The figure motioned his head to the soldier. The soldier was then lifted into the air and was being force choked. The others were shocked. The soldier was helpless as he was trying to reach for his blaster pistol, but not fast enough, he was done for. The soldier fell to the ground. The others aimed at the mysterious figure. Callace spoke. "...He's a sith...I'll handle him..." heading out of the room, he'd march his way to the entrance.

Soon enough, Callace was outside of the base, the men there were dead, the wounds they received were similar to ones that you'd get if you were hit by a lightsaber. Callace looked at the bodies for a moment, then at the Sith figure. "You will regret killing my men and walking off without fighting me, I shall humiliate you upon your fellow brethren." The Sith figure said. Callace replied. "It's not my fault your men were all nothing but untrained Bantha fodder." The Sith figure laughed "I can certainly say the same for your own...You must be Callace Valekren. What a pitiful name...Too bad it won't be remembered after I kill you where you stand." Callace scowled. "So...Almighty Sith." Callace would mock him "Tell me why you have a better chance on killing me? Hmm? Is it because of those force powers? Or your lightsaber? Because I can tell you this, i've killed dozens of rogue Sith such as yourself for hefty prices. You are no better than the other foolish Sith I have squashed."

The Sith figure would take off his hood, he was a Zabrak. "Hah...Of course you'd be Zabrak, you'll be much easier!" Callace mocked. "No...You'll find that I'm much harder to kill, for you will fear the name...Darth Talius!" Darth Talius would flick out his saber turning it on, a loud screech would be heard from the saber emmiting out and the color was deep crimson red. "Oh don't worry Talius...I have a weapon of my own." Callace would take off his helmet, he'd toss it to Darth Talius' feet. Talius would be annoyed, kicking the helmet away, he'd position himself. Callace reached for his Vibroblade and would sling it out. waving the blade around, he would grin. "You may use whatever force powers you feel like using Darth Talius..." Callace spoke. Talius laughed. "You won't survive for long then..." Talius would reach his left hand out and begin to choke Callace. Callace would still keep hold of his sword on his right hand, in his other hand, he'd reach for his Westar, flicking it out blaster pistol, he'd blast Talius' left hand. Talius would scream. "YOU WILL PAY FOR THAT! AHH!" Callace landed on the ground safely, holding his neck for a moment, he'd stand holstering his Westar. "Go ahead and try something else will ya?" Callace said as he chuckled. Talius would charge and take a swing. He'd hit Callace's left shoulder. The battle begun, each fighter would get there fair share of beatings. Kicks, swings, headbutts, and elbows would all be given out during this fight. Callace decided not to use his gadgets since he would need to prove more worth to his people. Talius made a daring swing, he'd create a small sized scar on Callace's right eye. Callace would be silent, he'd feel the scar on his eye.

The two fighters would circle each other. "You make your move Talius..." Callace would remark. Talius was breathing heavy, he was in no condition to fight, one mistake, and he would be finished. Talius turned off his saber. He'd kneel weakly. "I...I surrender..." Callace would be shocked. "Really now..." Talius would nod. "Yes..Please spare me!" Talius pleaded. Callace walked forward to Darth Talius, Talius then laughed maniacally. He'd flung up and would stretch out both of his arms, lightning would emit from his hands. The lightning would hit Callace hard and he would fling back hitting the right side of the entrance. "AGGGGHHHH! AHHHHH AHHHH!" Callace would scream in agony. He'd try to reach for his blaster pistol but he was too pinned. Talius spoke. "You will be FORGOTTEN! THE DISCIPLES OF MAUL WILL RISE!" Callace would lose consciousness, he was going to die. He'd clench his fists and try to resist the excruciating pain, but it was no use, he would die here. The entrance door opened. A few blaster shots could be heard beside Callace. The pain stopped, Darth Talius fell from the shots, he was dead. Callace was shaking, he'd look at his hands as they would shake from the deathly pain that was given to him. He'd turn his head seeing the one person he'd thought he'd never see, it was Sera Kon. Sera would grab Callace's right arm and would yank him up, carrying his body over her shoulder, she'd close the door and would emerge down to the corridors with Callace."