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"Master, if I may ask....are there more dangerous creatures then kinrath on Korriban?," he asked his master

Dark Jedi Knight Glacier Anders disembarked from the Savant with the same nonchalance one would have entering a restaraunt. She was wearing her politician's garb: an expensive black suit feathered by silky robes on either side. Her slim figure dissapeared into the waves of fabric, which blew like smoke whenever she moved. Her pace was confident, and her murky green eyes flicked over the temple hallways with sleepy disinterest.

This place used to be much more vibrant, she thought to herself. By her current location, there would have been no one to hear her. Sensetive ears picked up the scurrying feet of students, and Glacier could almost smell the changes that had taken place.

She had spent most of the last several months between Coruscant, the Imperial Fleet, and the Imperial Headquarters on Bastion. It had been a very productive summer season. Even better, she knew that her Master and Colleague had put a certain plan into action... one that pleased the Admiralty, and made even the Dark Knight's blood run cold with murderous anticipation.

She was doing her familiarity rounds now, and the Dark Jedi Temple was her last stop. She'd pick up some information, maybe participate in a lesson or two, and ship herself out again, hopefully to reunite herself with her master. First things first, however...

Glacier swept through the foyer, fluidly returning both the graceful and the awkward bows from Dark Jedi hopefuls. Her face bore a sane, patranizing smile that was enough to melt the toughest child's heart. It had been sculpted through years of political work, and it made Anders feel sick. She wasn't here to play with the children, she was here to let loose some of her lightsaber skills that had to be silenced and kept secret from the Galactic Media.

Finally, she came to her destination: the Master Training Hall. She stripped herself of most her robes, revealing light and tight training garb. Her lightsaber leapt from the discarded pile of robes into her bare hand as she flowed into the center of the room. The blade switched on, casting its red brilliance into the darkness of the mirrored hall. She stood for a moment, catching her thoughts.

She suddenly launched herself into a flurry of training motions. Her movements were clean and graceful, yet swift and potentially deadly if one were to get in her way or if she were to lose focus. Her movements played out like a dance as she moved up and down the long and spacious floor. Her eyes closed, her other hand reached out to retrieve her second saber. At the same time, her movements doubled in speed, and her form begame hard to distinguish.

Just as swiftly as she had begun, she stopped. Her hands shook, and she viewed them with dissatasfaction. She was too imperfect. There was certainly more training to be done.

Eventually, they were back out into the canyon, and night had fallen. Not willing to traverse the haunted valley at night, Judacrus quickly found a secluded alcove with some dead bushes. "Make a fire. We will rest here for the night."

Glacier's lightsabers deactivated, and she spent several moments contemplating their design. Her saber style was flamboyant yet effective. So far, throughout her illustrious career, she hadn't fought in the open. Her lightsaber tactics were currently for the showroom alone, slowly being honed to what she would view as perfection. Of course, she had fought fellow proponents of the Force, and of course she had enjoyed the sensation of hand-to-hand combat, but she knew that her true joy could only be found in marksmanship.

She stripped herself of her training clothing, substituting the bareness with her previous florid robing. She adjusted the heavy, generous folds until satasfied. Her hand brushed against her empty blaster hoster, and she frowned at the unfamiliar sensation. Lightsabers, she reaffirmed, were hardly the weapon of a soldier.

With a refined speed of purpose, she wound her way around corners, taking a few shortcuts through the commons and mess until she found herself in the knight's halls. She located her room, depositing her discarded outfit in a laundry hamper. She paused again for a quiet moment of reflection. The temple was beginning to die down again, with the light feet of those on sentry duty making the barest noises in stone and steel hallways. She didn't like the feeling emitted from the temple when the master wasn't around. She had come to the temple initially with the hopes of speaking to one of the Master's affiliates, but upon a console search, she saw none that were... worthy of her attention. She would have to contact Luke herself, she decided; she wouldn't mind seeing him again.

As he got done with the fire, travanor pulled out his datapad and sent a message to Len's ship.

"Len! It's me, Travanor. Listen, I need you to bring a weapons stockpile to the dark jedi temple on Korriban. Don't bring anything in there until I get to you. If you haven't realized by now, i'm going through training to become a dark jedi. I hope to see you soon. Goodbye for now.," Len said and put away the datapad.

Travanor fell asleep soon too. He was sprawled on the ground. It was pretty creepy on Korriban at night. It was different then being in the temple. Still, Travanor managed to sleep alright.

Travanor was still sleeping. He was tossing and turning in a dream. He quickly jolted up. His eyes were wide open. He saw Judacrus. He breathed heavily and then opened his mouth.

"Good...good morning Master Judacrus. I contacted my smuggler friend about the defences for the temple I spoke to you about.," he said.

He then realized he was long gone.

"Aghh! I don't know! I really don't! If you know whats good for you you'll get that saber away from my throat!," he said. Seraph was getting on Travanor's nerves lately. He edged his hand down towards his saber.