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He opened his mind to the darkness, he wanted it to fill him, consume his very beign and give him to power to crush his eneimies and friends alike. HE wanted to have no distinction between the two, friend and foe must be one in the same, no allies but his own power.

It was a pity, perhaps, that Atra would be destroying a Force user with such nonchalance. She could sense the intruder's light grasping of the Force from his cell, but it was nothing that would do any sort of damage or be any sort of threat to her precious Temple. She considered speaking to him once more, perhaps seeing how his arm was feeling. She dismissed the thought, however, as vagrant ideals sloshed into the intruder's thought process.

With a sneer, she once again deemed him unworthy.

With the busy schedule of the past few days, Atra had found it difficult to put in time for training. Temple duties caused her to spend much time away, whilst others' shortcomings kept her on the home front. Now, in the solitude of the evening, she decided it'd be good for her to.. catch up.. on what she'd been missing.

He remembered that he read about force users having the ability to read people's minds how ever he figured an easy way around this would be to not think of any thing, or any thing of importance, so he begins to recite the sith code in his head and all the pieces of a lightsaber over and over in his head while going about his buisness

Don't know if they have super hearing.. so maybe its safe if I say my thoughts out loud. doubt it... I don't doubt that she has senced me using the force. but meh she may not think I'm a threat yet. she may think I'm not worthy but if I keep it up I will be great.... like a warrior who practices combat in all his spare time..

Dackk fell asleep in the archive. He was a known insomniac so when he got sleep it was rare and quite sweet. Though this time it was leaning back in a chair with a book on the previous Sith lords in his hand. He woke up slowly, realizing his predicament, and eased himself up.

"Hmm wonder what's been gonig on since I've been asleep for quite sometime." He reached out with the force and realized that one of the students here was missing an arm. Also it was another one of the students whom did it. He let out a slight chuckle and walked out of the archive.

Dackk passed by one of the many secluded rooms where some students meditate and he opened the door just wide enough to let out an eruption of a force push and laughed continuing down the corridor. "I love my job"

He was agitated as he got back to his feet, meditation interupted, he would have to to rember the feel of that person for later on in life. He shruged though, not caring how this fool got his kicks and giggles. He left the room and headed down the hall in the opposite direction of his assulter. He rounded the corners, he needed a master but he knew one would not come easily. He needed to gain a reputation that would attract a master to teach him.

He figured the best way to do this was to find some items of value in the Vally of the Dark Lords and so he headed there. Wandering into the vally though the narrow path was very dull nothing to do exept walk. He had his lightsaber in hand in case of attack though he knew that a dark jedi hight than himself could easily take him down with his limited training.

Jaten finnaly reached the vally, dusty sands blew around and several Sith archeologist were hard at work digging in the sands. That had been his mothers job, he missed her, she was the main source the fuled his ambition for power, his father had been the traitor not her, his b*****d father had lied so as not to go down alone. He kicked a rock and sent it flying, a small 'ow' heard somewhere but he diden't see where. HE walked to one of the nearer tobs, he knew not which one but he sat down outside the doors and began meditation, trying to gain knowldge from the soul that dweled within.

He stood up ready to head back inside, he had decided against entering the tomb as many still had ancient traps in them to bare entrance to the tomb chambers. He knocked the dust of himself anf turned on his heal to return to the main temple. He walked slowly, thinking over his growing bond with the dark side of the force. He needed more knowldge to help focas his mind, to open it to the point where it was an organized chaos.

He had made his way back and inside, knocking the last bit of dry sand off his bots as he entered. He now took righs and lefts, and walked up stairs to the the floor on which the archives were. He quickly found records on the art of the assassin, the trade he loved, and began to read them. Tee techniques seemed hard but he was sure with a straong master and his already high intelegance he could come to learn and preform them. Jaten did not know the Sith language but the symbols on the pages seemed to speak to his mind.

And thus he sat, reading and reading, poring over the bountiful amounts of knowldge held within this first record. IT was by far the oldest looking one, he sat on the floor reading it, away from the prying eyes of other studednts, he did not want to be disturbed, but knew that when he wanted to be alone, he usually got the opposite.

He put the book down, enough was wnough with this study. He put the record back and headed out from the archives. He made haste to leave the temple, he noticed a group of students eyeing him as he walked by. There look made him uneasy, maybe one or two aprentices he alone could handle but a group of five or six was too much at this point.

Luckily they diden't follow farther than the temples main hall. He now made his way to the bar, he new the owner amd could always count on a free drink, nothing hard, he prefered the finer drinks they had. On the way to the catina he passed the dark jedi knight, he recognized him as the one who had interupted his meditation earlier. He shook it from his mind though as he took a seat and was greated the happy faced bar keep.