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Nemesis was standing in the middle of one of the temple's training rooms. Her greatsaber came to life and was swung in an X shape before coming to rest in a low guard to her side, the opening move of the Makashi style if one was facing an actual opponent in a duel. Suddenly her arm swung around, her saber spinning around her body, making many vertical spins as it revolved around her, Nemesis switching hands to allow it to continue to follow through with its path until coming back to where it started.

She then started to perform various moves that emphasized grace and elegance, before shifting stances in the middle of it all and was soon swinging her saber as though to put as much power behind every move as possible. Then the room fell quiet again. Using a combo of saber skills and the Force, she would make a single strike, then move to a random location in the blink of an eye before making another attack, and repeating. Then for a single move, she hesitated ever so slightly, before her next shift in location brought her right behind one of the masters who had just walked into the room, saber ready to take his head in an instant.

" I am quite used to fighting Sith Assassins from back in my days of bloodlust. You didn't think I wouldn't notice you sneak up on me, did you? " she asked, her normally grim tone making it sound like a threat more than a question. " Oh but I knew you would. However, you took a slight moment to realize it, so it shows my own practice of suppressing my signature is paying off. " the master said, turning around and smiling at the near-human.

Nemesis broke her stance and deactivated her saber, putting it away. " Must I always be approached when I train? I never asked anyone to spar with me. " " Ah, but if you wanted to be left alone, why come in here and not remain by your shack? " " Hmph. " Nemesis turned her back to the man, walking a few steps away before entering into a martial arts stance and beginning to practice unarmed combat. Inviting him to spar, she turned to him. " Your move, old man. " Entering a stance of his own, he accepted her challenge. " Old? Look who's talking. You're easily 500 years my senior if not more. " A moment later, the room began to echo with the sound of the ensuing match between them.

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" Done... Done... Construction completed... In progress... Done... Done... Awaiting shipment... " Siren said to herself, reading off the status of several things she had issued to be done that had recent updates. Standing up from her desk, she walked over to the window and looked out at the city below. Despite the fact that Thule was under the dictatorship of a Sith, the planet was doing very well, most of its people happy. " Hmm... Many of my peers would seek to destroy such a world and waste all the potential the wise would surely see in small acts of kindness. Destroy an army and conquer a world, and you have their loyalty through fear and oppression. Conquer the world through kindness and charm, and they'll line up to give their lives for you... "

She couldn't argue that she was being entirely benevolent. Lives were taken by her command, but only because they needed to be. The fact that she seemed to actually care about the planet's prosperity made it easier to gain support and power from the people. There were always a handful who would oppose any ruler, regardless of any situation however. It didn't matter much though. She already had total control of the planet through charm and manipulation. Soon, it would be time to expand horizons.

Koren took a bite out of his meal and chewed slowly and meaningfully. He swallowed and took another bite, obviously thinking. He swallowed and looked at Cene with very easy eyes.

I could use a personal stealth generator. A flechette cannon/gun as well, for close combat. Plus this meal and that seems like quite enough payment for me.

Koren took out his carbine and one of his little samples of explosive. He began to disassemble the gun, then polish and clean it.

And also... Koren spoke with an adventurous grin, If you ever need any backup on a mission or ya just get lonely, I would love to help ya out. There haven't exactly been the best missions for a demolitions man lately.

"Of course." Shisstal said as he followed. Nakara had a different kind of humor. The kind that sometimes involved pain. But Shisstal didn't think he could make Nakara laugh by brining pain on someone. There were times and places that it worked, but Shisstal couldn't use pain for humor But he did have one joke in mind. It would make some people laugh, but mabey not a Sith lord. Shisstal would have to think of back up plans.
Umbara. Shisstal hadn't heard of it before. It was a shame he had to leave the acadamy just as he got there. But if Nakara was at Umbara, that's where he needed to go, no questions asked.

"I'll leave you two alone, for the moment," Reverend announced, taking a bow and leaving the two alone. Ritt pushed the sunglasses further up his nose.

"There's no need to bow in my presence. In war, everyone is equally capable of death," he said, unsure of the sudden respect made by the girl. It wasn't often he had new subordinates... much less ones which actually respected him.

"You're the new pilot, I take it. So how far have you gotten? Learned basic maneuvers and the system of the fighters we're going to be using? Fitted for your pressure suit yet?"

“Yes sir.” She said straightening up as the other Ritt had been walking with excused himself and continued down the corridor.

“Yes sir, I am your new pilot. I have spent a little time familiarizing myself with the type of fighting craft you use in the simulator and am familiar with the basics of combat maneuvers.” She paused. “Although I’m not as familiar with the Aureks systems as I’d like to be,” She admitted. “And no. I have yet to be fitted with a pressure suit.” She shook her head. “I thought that I should report to you first, was that wrong of me?” she asked.

“Yes sir, probably not much sir. I’m a quick learner and have always loved to fly.” Aurora nodded as she listened to his instructions. She like the thought of finally being able to fly one of the little starfighters and smiled.

“Well hopefully I’ll be sticking with you and your wing for awhile,” she paused to adjust the strap of her duffle bag. “I know that I’m not as familiar with this ship as I should be, and I apologize for that. I have no excuse. But could you possibly show me around?” she asked. “If your not busy that is.” She added quickly.

Calliga's red saber burned searingly through the air, in yet another overdue practice section. The Holocron had activated agian-calliga wasn't sure wether or not it was a Holocron or in fact a contained ghost-but regardless, the spectral Sith hovered over his vessel, watching.
As Siren was busy, so was the aspiring Sith who would call himself her master. In the day or so that had passed, he'd been busy getting back into combat shape, though it wasn't much of stretch-"working" with siren and her staff was actually quite the workout.
Pausing in his savage dance for a moment, he wiped a few beads of sweat off his face with the back of his hand, taking up a stance again. The Phantom interjected against his panting.
"Interesting. You seek Makashi....How quaint."
The specter snickered.
Calliga whirled on the hovering shade, instantly annoyed. A tug with the force yanked the device of black stone to his waiting palm , and again the Lightsaber pointed at it, hissing.
"What's it to you, No-bones?"
"Nothing. Just the fact that you're a idiot Sithling.
"Big talk. I hate chatter, By the way."
Calliga said icy tones, attempting to vaporize the annoyance with a searing stare. The Shade looked mildly intimidated.
" Not that act again; Pathetic. If you were my apprentice you'd have died long ago. Now prove yourself-!
Calliga stepped back with a cry of suprise as the sith projection drew a glowing echo of a Lightsaber...and then his curiousity rose.
"Now, do as I do, Boy-I'm going to show you how to put the Force in that puny cutting torch of yours, as was the way of True Sith. Now give me everything-!"
It snarled, and in a moment, The sounds of a whirling saber could be heard outside the door. several staff members walking by commented among themselves, giggling over the notion that all that sword practice would undoubtedly make for fun experience should they be desired-for it was now common rumor all over the tower that the New Sith was perfectly willing to hand out pleasure at whim....

The Dark Side beckoned to him, assailed his mind, threatening to consume him.

His attempt to sneak into Nakara's prescence by pretending to be a potential Student had not only failed, but had forced him to do some rather dark deeds.

Ripping information from the mind of the Sithling, choking and striking the guard out front, even lashing out at a crippled person; all were acts that were most foul, bringing the Dark Side closer to him.

He realized his error. Nakara, while a threat, was perhaps not the reason he was sent to Ruusan.
Perhaps it was the Academy here, an academy where there should not be one at all.
It would have to go.

These thoughts ran through Pash's mind as he was being escorted out.

As he came to his conclusion, he stopped walking.
The Guards puzzled, prodded him on.

"Come on, you. Get moving." They told him.

"I'm not done here yet." Pash said in a quiet, determined tone.

Then like lightning he struck; His foot hooking the leg of the guard to his right and pulling out from beneath him. As the man fell, Pash spun and slammed his other knee into the man's faceplate with a crack. Pash's cloaked whipped around him as he moved, disrupting the sight of the second guard long enough for Pash to turn his attention to him and attack.
Calling the gun of the fallen guard to his hand with the Force, Pash swiftly blasted the man with a stun shot, dropping him.

Now alone in the hall, Pash swiftly considered his options.

He had a small number of mining explosives in his belt that, properly placed, should bring the building down. He would have to locate either the Academy's generator (He assumed they had their own as their power needs would draw noticibly from the local grid and give away their position) or the weapons store for the soldiers. He doubted, however, that the munitions in an assassin academy would be sufficient to blow the place up if set off. It would have to be the generator.

He nodded to himself and began moving the two guards out of sight, hiding the unconcious men in a Droid recharging alcove.
That done, he took off into the academy with his newly aquired rifle, intent on demolition.