The Temple on Dackktan enjoyed an idyllic life, while it lasted. Often, when there is power to be seized, there are those who would seize it, and this was no different in that beautiful planet. As has been said before, the Force works differently in the Unknown Regions, imbuing users with unforeseen powers and abilities. Thus, there were those amongst the Jedi there who, while under different circumstances would have fallen to the side of the Light and served the Jedi Order faithfully for the entirety of their days, found the pull of the power too great and became engorged with the lust for ever more power and control.
Such were two who had previously pledged themselves to the Order after a time serving the darkness. Eothain Blackraven and Xanta Shozar were two of these, both eager students of the intricacies of the Force. However, when faced with the abilities available to them in the Fallen Realm, they became engaged in their own pursuit of ultimate power and lost sight of that which truly mattered…the pursuit of knowledge and the implementation of control on our own primal lusts and urges.
This carried on for two years – padawans came and were raised, or failed and were cast out. Saijon was raised to Knight after a time of training to restore his strength, and Forchik to Master for his teaching abilities. Knights became Masters, and the members of the Council shifted and churned. Through it all, the undertones of darkness grew. Master Hetzon and Master Miaka constantly counseled each other on the possible implications of this growing trend, yet seemingly nothing could ever be done about it. Twice the entire Council was necessary to put down an uprising of power hungry padawans, twice was Xanta missing from those gatherings, and twice were the bodies of dozens of padawans buried in the entry courtyard as a reminder to those who would wish the same for them.
Then it hit…it was a night, the Temple had been officially open for two years and one day. Jedi Master Xanta and then Jedi Knight Eothain Blackraven wrought an uprising amongst the Temple members. Masters, Padawans, and Knights fought each other with no care for rank or title. It soon became evident that the seekers for ultimate power far outnumbered those who sought knowledge and control, and the numbers on the side of darkness were growing as more realized their own cause was hopeless. Rather than a battle, it soon became a massacre, and every last person loyal to the Jedi Order in that Temple was murdered, or so it was told in the tales that spread through the Galaxy like a plague.
A few survived, clawing their way with ruthless efficiency to freedom from the Darkness. Those with ships took their ships alone, certain they were the only ones surviving. Hetzon was one of these – he himself killed a great many of his own former colleagues to find his path to freedom, a feat he never would come to grips with. No Jedi kills without remorse at loss of life. Miaka, too, killed many to make her way to a vessel to safety. Perhaps the only one who survived knowing another did as well was master Rhianna Majere, who, against all odds, remained stoutly loyal to the Order through the battle. Together with her padawan Astraea Chronos, she escaped to wander the galaxy.
Many others certainly survived, but the pain and scarring of seeing so many of their colleagues and friends, not to mention Masters either dead or turned toward that forbidden path, the Dark Side. All would bear such scars forever, or until their death, whichever would come first. And none, none save Rhianna, knew any others had survived, so all would live with the utter guilt of being the sole survivor of a massacre of their entire people.
For a decade, the members of the Dackktan Temple would wander the galaxy, in search of a reason for their existence, desiring not to be plagued with the terrible memories that haunted their dreams. Hetzon himself reported to the High Council on Coruscant that the Temple had fallen to the darkness thanks to the betrayal of Xanta and Eothain. Those two names were cast down in the eyes of the Council and forbidden to be spoken of. Though they praised Hetzon and lauded his efforts to bring the Fallen Realm to be a part of the Order, Hetzon himself never again would feel worthy of his rank, but it was never stripped of him.
After a time, the members of the Temple began showing up in Temples again. Oddly enough, a few of them ended up in a lesser Temple on Coruscant itself, safely within the protection of the Outer Rim.

((Alright, everyone, I’m sorry to do this, but I had no choice. I just don’t have the time to run this guild as the host anymore – I’ve enjoyed RPing with you all immensely over the summer, but for now it would be best if we all went to a different guild. The link I put in there is a very good one, and one that I am currently a member of. It is set several years, probably a decade, after the downfall of the Dackktan Temple. Anyone of you who comes in there will be welcome – just post an app as it says to do. Also, remember, that as you enter, you’ve not seen anyone from the MU in a decade, and during that time, you thought they were all dead. It’ll be quite a shock. Again, I am really sorry to do this, but it must be done for me to keep grips on my school work. Perhaps I’ll keep the MU open so it can be restarted next summer, but for now, it is effectively closed. Good hunting, all.

-Hetzon))