Mandos
Why would I want more?
Exodius smiled.
''There was a time when I was called by that name, although it was long ago.''
Taking his lightsaber out, he ignited it revealing the drk colored, curved blade.
''I have switched so many time, he muttered to himself, that my blade followed the same path as I.''
He regained his sense.
''No matter. What is past is past, and what you must do must be done. I know what you are fighting, masters, padawan, knights alike. But I am here to warn you. Nothing is exactly as it seems. And sometimes, there is no way of telling until it is too late. I beleive you have encountered so so called dark Jedis on your last journey.''
He took a pause.
''If it were that simple. You are going against cgreater than such creatures, or force feeding monsters. The Siths are moving. Yes. They have not been completely destroyed. I have found this out on my many travels. And I shall bring you to where it first started, Korriban... once you finish your mission here, of course.''
Standing, he added:
''Dark Times are drawn upon us, and so everyone must put in something. That is why, I would ask for me to join your crew. There is much I need to share to you in order to defeat what is to come. I would ask thatyou erase evry negative or positive piece of history that has been told on my subject. It is the first time you hear or speak to me. I will explain in due time. But for the time being, what say you to my proposition?''