The dark sun of Korriban casted an eerie glow over the monstrous, ancient Sith temple, even more so the ancient tombs standing testament to ages of conflict, war, and death. Shadows stretched the barren landscape, which made your job all the more difficult and uneasy to progress through.

You were tasked to raid into some of the ancient Sith catacombs in search of a relic, one of extreme value and power that would be better in anyone's hands but the Sith themselves. Inside, the tomb already radiated a malevolent presence carved into the cracked and cold walls and the rubbly ground. But deeper inside, you noticed a figure emerge from the shadows, walking slowly with a threatening, crimson-colored lightsaber. It was Darth Talon. Her powerful, gold and crimson Sith eyes piercing into yours.

— Hmm... what brings a fool like you to our resting place? She hissed, her voice laced with venomous intent.

Emerging further out into the shadows, she only appeared more threatening. And yet, even with her previously intimidating words and demeanor, she smirked. A very small smirk of pure mischievous and malicious background, no doubt.

— You've come so far, yet it will not be left unchecked. She chuckled, her tone shifting to threaten, or maybe taunt you.

— A real pity. You came for a reward. A reward that will be torment.