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Atlas was deep in thought and suddenly he heard a distant voice call to him. He soon found himself coming back to realty. His eyes slowly opened and he looked to the person realizing he and her were the only two around. “My name is Atlas Shadow. Kari hmmm yes I think I heard that name before so you are coming along as well?” He let out a small laugh for a moment. “First time you have done something like this?”

Atlas looked into the persons eyes. He kept hearing stories you could some what figure a person doing this, but he never saw anything so he just shifted back to the ground. He taped his foot a moment thinking on what to say. “You’re not the only one I barley can remember the world outside the temple. I spent so long here. It will feel odd leaving.” Atlas was finding it hard somewhat to talk he had never had a conversation with the other people in the temple. It was the closest thing to family he had known, but the just never tried to make ties that could be broken.

Darth Norfair was the master of his own little world. Not literally, but he knew in his mind that only a fool would defy him. He made the old masters quake in fear at him.

He was one of the few who held the first principle true: only the strong survive. As far as he was convinced, he was the strongest.

As far as swordsmanship was concerned, very few walked away from a fight with him without a missing limb, severe burn, or even death. He was notorious for running through the training droids, exhibition prisoners, and had even killed a student or two. Were he a Jedi, he would've been banned long ago.

But no, as a Dark Jedi, the Masters delighted in his blood thirst. The more animal-like he was in battle, the better of a weapon he'd be against their enemies.

Which wasn't to say he had no flaws, however. Norfair wasn't very keen on utilizing the Force, though he was quite proficient at Force Crush. Still, his skills had much to improve on, in that category.

But now, he was ready to wage his war. He still had to get clearance to convince their Imperial allies to fight for them, but he was sure he'd convince the weak, old Masters to let him through on the path to glory.

But first... he needed an apprentice.

Hae-Den Ferric's heart nearly skipped a beat as the booming voice of the instructor blares through the corridors of the temple and shocks his quiet mind from its meditations.

A call to arms it seems the shock of it reminded Hae-Den of the many times his father was called to service through the com. module back home on Iridonia. Such a sour thought as that has no place in my mind he thought as he rose quickly to his feet, observing the absence of the mysterious man.

Hae-den did not in fact move to the training center, nor to the landing pad, he had an hour before departure, and with only a portion of that hour he intended to gather his belongings for what ever lay ahead.

With much time to spare he arranged and packed his rations, his small viles of bacta, his vibro-blade and his spare sparring uniform. He anticipated field work and thus prepared for exactly that. rose to his feet carrying his pack filled with his equipment and of course the parts to his light-saber. Hae-Den swiftly made his way to the landing pad ready for what ever lay ahead.



Hae-den made it to the loading dock just in time to hear the instructor's brief, however chilling it was to whitness the needless death of the trooper, he did get the sense of the serious nature his instructor held. Not untill now did it strike Hae-den that he is with people very different from himself, he was with the Sith.

He quickly shook himself from this thought at as he realized exactly where they were going. Battle. he thought as he watched the troopers in arms, ready to go, and the instructor herself had a sense of tension to her, not quite fear but the same mixed sense of dread and excitement his father radiated every time the com. module rang.

It would not be the first time Hae-Den was caught in war, and it is not as if he will go into it untrained. He knows the nature of battle, his father was a head general of his nations army. He taught Hae-Den nearly everything he knew.

Hae-den quietly strode up to the instructor and took a crystal from her hand, he made his choice with a relaxed intuition; something he had never done when making a crucial decision. It had seemed to him to always use cunning, always plan and anticipate the pieces falling in place. however something spoke to him to chose without it, to chose nearly blindly.

He quickly pocketed the small crystal and made his way onto the ship. clearing his thoughts and preparing his mind for the events to come.