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As Volt entered the room, Luke stood up from his seat and strolled over to the now kneeling man. Luke bowed respectfully to one of his most trusted agents, pleased at what He had said upon entering. Luke waved his hand, signalling for him to rise.

Very good. I have been early waiting your arrival. Come. There is something we must do. I'll explain on the way. We'll sort out the new arrival when we return.

Luke turned the top haf on his body to face the left wall, he one covered in many ceremonial lightsabers. He held out his hand and, with the Force, drew the centre most lightsaber from the wall. The black hilt flew across the room, landing tightly in Luke's grasp. He walked out of his quarters, headed towards Volt's ship, assume he would follow.

Volt stepped out of the chambers, but first turned to Ashandi before following Master Luke. "Ashandi, I have to go now. If you wish, you may go to the training grounds and ask if someone could help you. If they give you any trouble, mention my name." Without waiting for a reply, he jogged over to Luke and walked along side him as they both made haste to the hanger where Volt had left his ship. "So, what's on your mind, Master?"

Peppa entered the room, the door closed behind him, once again encasing them in the calming darkness. The unseen illumination source provided just enough light to see and to move about. Aryx sat back in the chair to wait for his apprentice to sit and explain.

For a moment, as Peppa stood and stared at the floor, Aryx felt his apprentice would disobey him. His offer to sit was not a request. Peppa had been given a task, and no matter how mundane it may be, Aryx expected him to carry it out. Thankfully for the well being of the learner, Peppa complied

Aryx sat quietly as his apprentice spoke. His student tensed and hesitated, his eyes closing in a calm attempt to recall exactly what it is that he hade read, studied, and learned.

"Bane, Sidiuos, Sion, Nihilius..." Aryx repeated the names when Peppa had finished. His voice was harsh, and a hint of disrespect rose in his tone near the end. He growled in his through as he sat back fully into the curved chair.

"Bane...I believe the only wise accomplishment of Bane was the Sith Rule of Two and that the workings of the Sith were to always be kept secret. Out of all the name you listed I feel only Bane deserves respect."

He fell silent again as he pressed his finger together and slumped down slightly. He growled again, and closed his eyes. Finally his mouth opened, but only a sigh escaped. Long moments passed before he opened his eyes again to look at his still sitting and waiting apprentice.

"Sidious...was brilliant in the beginning. Playing as senator Palpatine, biding his time until they made him head of senate, and then declaring martial law and the Jedi out laws. But, after that, he proved his arrogance and over confidence. Sion and Nihillus were both testaments as to the very extent of the Force's power. Nihillus, the Lord of Hunger, if the old republic record as well as my own theories are true, was nothing more then life essence held together by the sheer will of the Force. However, the Force its self was his weakness. He delved so far into it the Force, and used it on his body so much that he needed strong waves of it in order to keep his body from deteriorating into nothing by its power.

Sion, the Lord of Pain, was nearly the same as Nihilius, in that he was able to keep his body together through sheer will of the force. He had the ability to feed on the hatred and pain of others by way of the dark side and rapidly and drastically heal his body, this made him immortal. Through the same process, as well as feeding on his own hatred, he was bale to keep his body held together, no matter how many times the bones were broken, no mater how many times he was cut down, he always rose again. He could have been great...but he could not take his own pain, the pain he inflicted upon himself. He gave into it, eventually, and died. He was arrogant, but with a good reason, but his ultimate weakness over shadowed all of this."

Aryx calmed himself, realizing that once again he was becoming hot headed over the subject. He had studied these ancient Sith Lords for no more then three years and he already had adamant feelings about them. He looked to the table and the un-powered data pad, perhaps his arrogance was showing again...he sighed once more, looking to his apprentice as he pulled his hand into the long sleeves of his hiroka.

"Regardless of their history and past, apprentice, only Bane can teach us something, the rest are irrelevant. Pawns of the Force, used only to extend the Sith lineage. For now, apprentice, I want you to study only the ways of the force and the saber. I am glad that you took it upon your self to study our history, for that I am proud. For that, you have earned a day of rest. The next day we begin your saber training."

With that, Aryx raised a hand and waved Peppa off. Aryx now had much to consider, he also felt the fading presence of Luke. He was sure that by now his apprentice could feel it to. Where was the empower going at this time?

His bounty hunters intuition had kicked in. It had been so long since he felt this way. Excitement, anticipation, as well as a notion that something was going to happen, soon. This feeling was only made stronger by the constant fluxing and pulsations in the Force. It ebbed and waved more then usual.

Aryx had spent the last three hours training. Rather, he spent the last three hours attempting to redevelop a forgotten art. So far, he only managed to master the basics. This was proving rather difficult. Wielding a saber through the Force was far different then simply throwing it and holding it out.

The style had no name, once he mastered it he would give it one. It encompassed using a saber in each hand, and one or more sabers wielded through the force. It was proving extremely difficult, ones mind had to literally be in two places at once. One to concentrate on the sabers in hand, the other on the saber wielded through the force.

The remotes that circled around him were relentless. Their stun lasers sprayed from their emitters like rain. His sabers were both arching red blurs in every direction, deflecting the beams back away and out into the bay air to dissipate just before hitting the hull.

A third newly built saber, basic crystals, hovered about out side the ring of remotes, randomly cutting away at the spherical droids. So far, all of its movements had been purely reflexive. Aryx would see the droid through the force, and with out thinking, would slash it down. It continued like this for several more hours until every remote the docking bay had to offer was reduced to scrap metal.

He collapsed to his knees and fell backward onto his bottom, his sabers extinguishing their blades as he did. The free floating saber fell to the bay floor and clattered for a moment before silencing. He placed the sabers in his hands in his sleeves and raised his right arm to call the third two him. He had just enough strength to call it to him. With a snap it left the floor and shot into his palm where he then placed it on his belt.

He sat on the floor a moment longer, completely exhausted, barely enough strength left to stand. He was glad he was in the bay that held his ship. He staggered up the rear ramp and into the singly room that contained the bunk, cockpit, and all. He slowly set himself down on the thing mattress of his bed and let himself fall to rest.

[[ok, this guy has been approved for quite some time and I'm going to use him now. Though I still need the anwser from 'DJO' owners on my request for his rank to above padawan at least (not really high, like low knight, I'm not crazy). His profile is on the 12 page of the profiles, 8th post from the top.]]

A black dark jedi fighter with red high lights came out of hyper space near the dark tide and a message came out immediately from it. "My name is Tazk Obscura, I'm come as a dark jedi seeking to ally myself with the immperial factions, I believe this is the ship that has been made into your academy is it not? Can I dock in one of your hangers?"

[[see you soon then]]

Welcome Mr. Obscura, a voice said over the radio. I hope you can make yourself at home, we can always use another force user on our side.

"Whatever," Tazk muttered to himself as he turned off his com and piloted his fighter into the opening hanger bay. Once inside he got out to a see two storm troopers approaching his fighter. "We're here to inspect the fighter for anything strange," one of them said, "first time thing, strander procedure."

"Touch it and die," Tazk said. "What?" the ST said. Tazk laughed and said, "I'm just screwing with you." Then he looked at the STs again and said, "Seriously though, don't touch my ship or my finger might slip," he said showing his now enlarged claw on his pointer finger, a feint heat shimmer coming off it as he walked past the two troopers. he heard one of them say, "Deffiniately a dark jedi, he's got that attitude to him." "Idiots," Tazk muttered as he took the hood of his cloak off and entered a large area with training equipment in it.

He walked along the wall of the room with many memories scanning through his head. He had already been trained to an extent by his former master. But that was before he found his master to have been weak of conviction and killed him while his back was turned and he was distracted by the man he had spared, simply because he was his brother.

Once he had made his way to a more secluded part of the training area, he called over many stun droids with the force and activated them. He also ignited his saber, flipping it in his hands and gripping it as he ignited the crimson beam, making three struts also flip out (see picture in profile). He began to dodge and block bolts as he used his very agressive and strong take on form V. I might as well train until I can find an actually knight or master to finish my training with. Tazk thought this while he continued his training. He sliced one droid in half with his heated claw as he reflected a bolt into another. Tazk had always favored the saber to the force powers with his old master, from what he was taught at least. He found the saber had a much more personal, more gritty, man to man feel when he fought with it. He prefered that, it was more like his days fighting in the tribals wars on his home planet. And he would end his battles as a dark jedi the same way he did as a champion tribe zealot, standing on top of the bodies of his foes, soaked in their blood and holding his head and weapon high.

Yes, he thought as he mustered some of his force to make a small fork of lighting come from one of his fingers and shock a droid. One of the few force powers he knew how to do, and not very profitiantly at that. I will become much better.

Fleet Admiral Skkou Runtre liked to consider herself a well-rounded personality. A product of some of the finest militaristic training available, she had learned much in her childhood. If there was, howevever, one thing she was yet to master, it was the art of patience.

Snapping her fingers to turn on one of the audio-activated droids, she mumbled out a few orders, ending with "Why does this damn ship have to be so Sith-spawned-quiet?"

The droid merely looked at her with its glowing optical sensors, and the admiral smirked back at its inability to understand her laced words. It was probably to her disadvantage to have programmed this particular model to be "family friendly", especially in a Naval environment. It had been part of her "temperence reform movement" for herself... a failed attempt at moral self-improvement.

Without so much as looking back at the droid, which was clanking off to do whatever she had previously told it to (they weren't important instructions anyway), she tapped her comlink and spoke to the first comm officer the frequency could find. "If you would be so kind, please, to locate His Excellency for me, I'd be much obliged."

The officer's response was muffled, and Skkou barely listened to the reply. This particular flagship was dead empty; there seemed to be no one around. Vaguely, she toyed with the idea of returning to her own precious star destroyer, ultimately deciding against it, for now. "Would you repeat that, Midshipman? I wasn't listening," she mumbled back into the comlink.