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He was surprised that he had made it this far. He had expected to lose every thing on the first encounter, but no. She sounded...intrigued. Like she was actualy interested in his childish complaints. He cleared his mind, now feeling more calm, and tried to piece toghtehr the sentances that would allow him to explain just what he meant.

"They sound...incoherent, most of the time, and not always derected at me. There were only two occasions when they spoke spucificly in my derection. Once when I was on Nar Shada, when they derected me here, to this planet, and again when I fainted severl hundred feet from the entrance of this temple."

He thought again, thinking carefuly on how to state his next explination. The words were not coming easy, his experinces hwen he was unconsiece was very dificult to explain.

"They speak only when I'm unconcience. They have invaded my sleep, I no longer dream. All that exists is an expansion of black and the voices speaking in great masses and all at once. Few times has it been only a few, or one voice at a time. They speak of many thing. Life, death, strength, power, hate, love, ambition, slavation, and many times they spoke of the force itself."

Again he paused. But this time, the words did not come to him. He shook his head slightly and decided to wait for her reply. Those two little paragraphs had not come easy to him. His head was starting to ach a bit both from thinking to much and from the fact that he had no sleep for the past two days.

Draiman: lets see...

Draiman's eyes flashed a bit, the colour of dark brown soon faded to a light green which seemed white in the great distance, his pupils stayed black as ever, but viewed close up would be a darker green shade.

His mind was a blank at the moment, his thoughts silenced as his focus soon blured to tunnel vision, which was directed ahead, towards two peaks of mountains shorting from the surface. He wouldn't blink as the sand drifted over his eyes, yet were block by a small force being used.

Draiman tilted his head to the side before he started blinking once agian, the colour turning back to his normal colour before he rested his right hand over his eyes and grunted a bit. He flexed his hands under his black glooves before he turned his attention to his right to a few Students watching the desert surface and talking with each other.

Atra raised an eyebrow. Clearly, this intruder hadn't understood the meaning of her words. With a soft growl directed to no one in particular, she restated her words.

"Have you had previous training?"

Her tone was less patient, with a touch of ice.

If every glactic resident just.. walked in and expected to be trained, she'd have problems. Her students were hand-picked; she spent days observing, gathering information, quietly selecting, then drawing out natural Force Users. Her personal favorite was in their adolescent stage, when hormones and feelings ran high.

This one, however, was not in his prime stage. He may have the Force, and he may have been receiving visions from the Lords, but Atra didn't appreciate people barging onto her Temple grounds.

The Jedi included.

The Temple was nothing more than a structure built on a vast landscape, and ever square inch of that plane belonged to the Sith alone. Having the Jedi and their putrid stench present was bad enough, but to have the Imperials on their asses, and random galactic residents landing on her doorstep nearly pushed her over the edge.

She made a mental note to contact Luke before turning her attention to the intruder.

He could hear the animosity in her voice and could tell she was growin impatiant. "Not in the force, no. I am, how ever, extreamly well learned in several fighting and weapons styles from the various worrier races through out the galaxy." Little good that would do him here.

He could feel that she was now not liking the situation. He was begining to fear for his life again. Now he wanted nothing more than to leave this dismal planet and get back to his life as a bounty hunter.

There was nothing more for him to add. He was ready to run from her at a moments notice, but forced himself to remain were he was. The last thing he wanted to do was disrespect her by leaving before she dismised him, or gave him any sighn that told him he was free to leave.

He found himself onhis back. He remained siolent and rubing his jaw. For what ever reason, she decided to kick him again, harder this time, with enough force to send him back. It actualy came as a reilife after what she had said. She could have ended him, but decided to not to.

He stood and bowed once more before turning and finidng a room of his own. He would like nothing more than for the chance to lay down and sleep for the rest of the day.

((You guys dont have to ask me if you wanna challege any of the imperial forces. sweatdrop ))

The JDAT continued downwards, held tight like an arrow zipping for an unseen target. The wonderful thing about this planet was that there was almost never a cloud in the sky. He could make out the landing zone already. The shuttle was probally already headed back for the cruiser, which it was. The cold was starting to get to him, with the temperature and the wind chill, it wouldnt be long before the chill spread to his bones.

The unseen threat would seen like only a bird to any scanners. Unless they felt like scanning a bird with advanced sensors to find out it was infact not a bird. But to the eye it wouldnt seem like anything special. Though the Jedi could see without their eyes, and sense things that werent there. Maybe his entrance was already blotched. Or maybed they were too busy with the cruiser.

((Myahhhh...*smacks lips* bored...))

It had been a thankfuly uneventful sleep. He was sure he would be unable to stand having to deal with voices, whether the force or somthing else, speaking to him in his sleep.

He sat up from his strangly comfertable bed, odd since it was nothing but a slab of stone jutting out from the wall, and looked around. He was surprised to find what looked to be a folded up cloak on the foot locker in the corner of his room.

He walked over to it gorgedly and piked it up, surprised again to find a tunic and a pair of pants underneath. He shurged and took them with him. He would put them on after a refreshing dip in the infermarys Kolto tank.

He could still feel the sting of his burns, and somtihng inside him just didn't feel right. What ever it was, it was causing him serious pain every time he sat down or got back up.

*boaring and rather nude scean passes with Trance in the Kolto tank ninja *

After he climbed out of the tank and did a through scan of his body fro any mor einjuires he threw away his tatered cloths and slipped into the tunic and pants. The fit confertable and profided a rather large freedom of movment. He practided severle of the Kata's (sorry, don't know what else to call them)).

"Hmm...I'm getting slopy." He flung the cloak over his back and headed out of the infermary to take a more confertable look around the temple.

The library was of fair size, rows upon rows of records of wars, lightsaber katas, force techniques, etc. Every bit of it seemed interesting enough to look at at least once He had encountered several Sith temples in his past, roaming over the galaxy as a bounty hunter. But known were as complete as this collection.

He grabbed a data pad and at least thirty holographic record disks and sat down at a stone table in one of the darker corners. He inserted one of the vibroblade training katas, knowing he had no idea how to use a lightsaber, and memorized every thing he could as he watched the holographic image of the hooded figure dance across the table, swinging the blade gracefully in every direction.

Trance's mind began reeling and applying the forms to his own martial art skills. Creating his own sword art. He would have to practice, but that was the fun part. After the hooded figure finished its dance and bowed to an unseen person, Trance popped out the disk and placed in one on the history of the Sith, starting with what was known of Exar Kun.