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Turning a corner he looked on and saw two hopelings, looking at them and listening to them as they talked about the force, power? What did they know about power! This one dared anoy the mistress with his claims of power, maybe the other would be a good student.

The familiar hum of starship engines filled the Korribani atmosphere. The shuttle which Atra had come to posess through strength and force alone was docking again after a length absence. With an eerie silence, the loading ramp lowered and the Dark Lord disembarked.

She snapped her fingers, wordlessly ordering one of the standing guards to accompany her as she once again graced these godforsaken hallways with her presence. Light murmuring ensued, and any bystander could only make out the highest of the low-toned pitches.

With a gentle wave of her hand, the guard departed.

Another order-- this one vocal-- was barked, and another officer made its way towards Atra. This one, a female.

Atra took the initiative, and made no effort to shield their conversation. It was spoken in another language-- perhaps Huttese?-- and it earned the petty officer looks of despair from other Temple workers. "I received a transmission, Officer," she said causally, as if she were speaking to a sibling.

Petty Officer Eloi gave a light bob of her head. "I trust your absence was in good order?"

It was Atra's turn to nod. She didn't elaborate, and for the longest time, the two merely strode next to each other, each one lost in their own thoughts. The Dark Lord cast a sidelong glance at Eloi, arching a brunette eyebrow as she finally spoke. "What do you think of Korriban?"

The question seemed to take Eloi by suprise, because her blue eyes opened wide and her mouth began to gape. She composed herself quickly, though, in what seemed to be an almost trained response. "It's a wonderful planet, M'lady, although I've seen better."

"So have I, Officer," Atra responded airily. "So have I."

Atra's response was beginning to make an impression on the opposite woman, and she pursed her lips. "If you don't mind my asking, Madame, why do you inquire?"

Atra ignored the question. "And what do you think of the Imperials?"

"They're against us, Ma'am."

"True," Atra repied. "So very true. And yet-- what are your thoughts on the organization?"

"I'm not quite sure, Ma'am," Eloi replied in earnest.

Atra nodded slowly. "So be it, then. Be prepared for a change of venue sometime in the near future."

"You're trading me off, Ma'am?" Eloi asked slowly.

"Something along those lines."

"Have you... thought this over?"

"Dear child.. what do you think I was doing during my absence? Resting? Trust in me, Officer. Believe in my judgement, and your mind will be at ease."

"Of course... madame.." Eloi said slowly. She furrowed her eyebrows, then gave the Dark Lord a bow. "And the transmission you mentioned..?"

"It was from Luke. We're accellerating our plans."

A wave of reason swept over the officer's features, and her blue eyes suddenly shone with realization. She gave Atra a sweeping bow, murmured a 'thank you', and left to do the duties that she had so been looking foreward to.

Atra, meanwhile, stayed at the Temple crossroads. The shadow of a door half-covered her as she clapped her hands together twice.

She was pleased.

He grins slightly and then replies to the mans question

Before I was thrown into that cell I had two vibroblades, if no one touched them they should be in an empty room in my back pack near the library, I shall go and check on them... and don't worry I shall not speak a word of this to any one, besides... I don't think any one else here would like to see me become a threat hehe.

He thought over what the other student's reaction would be, and that of the sith lord, he though of his next appearance in front of her, and how she would be impressed with his sudden increase in strength. All though it would actually be because of his training,. He pushed the thoughts out of his mind aware that the dark lord was able to read such thoughts, He then carried on towards the room in which he left his things. When he arrived at the room he found his gear surprisingly untouched however burried slightly under some sand. He grabbed them and head back towards his new master, His desire to have a replacement arm had never been greater, he now needed one in order to train as hard as he really wanted. He figured that any training how ever was good enough.

He struggles to do his hand stand with one arm but eventually finds his balance in the sand and manages to hold it, so far the physical work outs he had been doing in the prison cell were paying off. All though he had read about force speed he had never used it, so he tried to think back to his readings and remembered some of it, he then cleared his thoughts and tried to move faster but it didn't work.

Damn it..... I've never used this force speed before, I've mainly been practising with levitation and movement... but let me try again I have an idea.

He tries again but instead of clearing his mind he focuses his hate, towards the other students, and towards the jedi, He manages to increase his speed slightly and begins to focus harder on his hate

Draiman himself knew he was breaking rules, but then agian he had nothing to do for many weeks, he was getting tried being the Prized Student, the term Student was starting to get to him, he was ready to be something other then another Student.

He killed his share of Jedi in the past as a "Student" and still was given a pat on the back and a smirk of delit with the Dark Lord as her prized Student, as a favorite pet the way it seemed. If he did something wrong he was striked down and had to do the same thing agian but right, and he would do so, so that he wouldn't get under her nerves. And he knew she wanted it that was since he showed respect to other Students, then agian, he was Prize.

Draiman: Focus upon something..it has to be "Hate" not what your going to do..focus upon failing..and extend from that, the feeling of failing is strong emotion..for you it is...love ones doesn't effect you...it's failing..it's your Pride...taking that way from you..will leave you with nothing..and the Dark Lord will feed on that...now..focus on that..and use this Force Power...

Atra arched an eyebrow. "So you were dragged here due to rumors."

Atra glanced over at Merissa. "The ones who join this Temple devote themselves to their inner demons. Tell me, Merissa. What do you know of inner demons?"

Atra adjusted her gloves, peering at the young woman from under the rim of her hat. Her green eyes were ebbed with an eternal bloodshot that long ago had turned the whites of her eyes to a sickening pinkish.

Draiman: Good...now..I don't want you to think of that, thinking you'll become powerful and prove yourself, that drives you with happiness...the Sith only focus upon the hate..hate emotions drive your Force Powers...now...I want you to balance your bladed weapon..I want it ten inches off the ground perfectly and your going to keep this in ten minitues....non stop..after ten you can drop and rest...

Draiman crouched infront of the male Student, his adjusted his cloak then grabbed the weapon of choice and showed the Student before he threw it in the air and stood up pacing back to watch what he could do.

He felt a new member has occupied this planet, she was "interesting" he acualy felt what she wanted, and what she wanted was what this Student wanted, and that was "Power" alot of Sith wanted power. Most revange, and what Draiman wanted was unknowen but to himself and the Dark Lord.