The red-tinted sky of Korriban hung heavy over the jagged spires of the Valley of the Dark Lords. Ajunta Pallii stood where the fallen Sith King Hakagram Graush had died Around her, the Jedi Exiles gathered. To her surprise the natives, had worshipped the foreign exiles. Which she didn't hesitate to use for her advantage. She encouraged mixing, in knowledge, skills and more. These force-sensitive had given her the title 'Dark Lady' and she would lead them under the name.

Now, beneath the blood-moon sky, the native Sith gathered in a circle of obsidian stone, chanting in a tongue older than the Republic. Torches cast long shadows on Pallii’s alabaster robes as she spectated an old ritual which would test one of the Sith's control over the force. Once reaching the age of adulthood a sith would go through a ritual that would either enhance their connection to the force... or kill them in the process. After the chanting stopped and the torches went out. Then they waited. Then, a pair of glowing yellow eyes were visible in the centre of the altar. Ajunta Pallii watched in fascination. When the torches finally lit up again she stepped closer to the sith. Closing her eyes and focused, she felt it. The force was surging inside him.

"It worked."

She opened her eyes, looking at him.

"Rise."