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He lost most of his senses. The only one remain must have been the sixth, with the force. There is no use... He can't fight against the frosting temperature. He hopes his master found out his faltering strength... And his despair... He needed to get away from...

"Greetings"

The voice... The all too familiar voice. What was that? Despite the numbing sensation filling his brain to unconsious-ness, the last few things on his mind was to... Fight back.

Zeelin was worried as the books began to fly everywhere. She used the force to deflect the once that came at her, or smacked them away with her hand. "Master, what is happening? This feels something like what happened back at Coruscant."

He could feel warm. The cold tearing away from him. The sense of anger and hatred spiralling into his mind again. Why had master almost killed him? His brain whirled in different direction. He stood up, staring into the spiralling background, then transfixed his eyes on the back of his master... So vunerable...

Wait... Something aint right. He cannot do it. His head burnt terrible, something was asking him to murder, but no... He cannot fail... His master... The blood vow...

"Help..." He cried in a whimpering noise.

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Days of trainings had been completed. He could find himself more adept on whatever the so-called "Force" are. He knew the next time he face the Force Spirit. He would be able to oppose it. However, he is still waiting for Silverion return to teach him some combat skills and even Force skills. He cannot depend soley on having Force strength within him but cannot utilise them.

He had spent most of his free time researching through the libraries. But most titled are not for self-study. So far, he only learned how to familiar himself to most basic skills, like those of Force push, pull and jumping an extra height. He spend other time reading the Covenant history, and their vast technologies. Which are known best throughout the galaxies to this date.

He wait patiently upon his master's return...

Within the depth of the library, Jake Strife was reading particularly on the Convenant's history, undisturbed by the quiet surrounding. Suddenly, the dancing flame swerved dangerously to the right, before flickering wildly around, and finally settling down.

Closing his book, Jake got up and shut his eyes. Trying to feel around. Was it Forsaken? Instead he sensed a fresh new scent. He is getting better at this. As he walked out of the library, a droid whistled sharply at him, trying to get his attention. The screen of the droid's chest shows a stranger standing at the external of the grand structure. Acknowledging the new presence, he followed down the long pathway with the droid. Even after almost a month, Jake had hardly got familiar with the whole place.

It was a long almost thirty minutes before they reached the grand entrance, a small door. The droid proceeded forward to open the door. Jake stood behind waiting to greet the outsiders.

Meanwhile, the Covenant's secret must be kept for the time being...

"Beep"

"Welcome."

Jake greeted the a welcome.

Rayce Farelle cursed as he flew through the battering torrent of Kamino. Somehow he figured that this wasn't Coruscant, but then his nav-computer had been malfunctioning for some time. He glanced over and gave a slight yelp as a bolt of lightning flashed almost next to his ship. His heart pounding, he quickly steered the ship away from the lightning strike.

He brought up the star map built into his modified snowspeeder and looked at it. Kamino. Interesting, especially since his next job had been something about a planet near Kamino, and he had planned to stop here before moving on. Fate always seemed to have something in store for him.

Suddenly, another bolt of lightning struck his craft. Cursing, he worked quickly, but the systems were dead. His ship was heading right for some sort of structure. Then he was heading for the black ocean. Heart hammering, he maneuvered with all of his skill, and fortunately a strong wind blew his ship...crashing it into an open area on the structure. Rayce's last ironic thought was the frankly villainous saying that lightning never strikes the same area twice. Then he lost conciousness.

Jake quickly gave the new man, named thirteenth, a quick low bow. A common courtesy he had rather much learned from his days of travelling. Before he could answer any reply the shorter droid beeped loudly again. This time indicating there is another stranger, someone crashed ontop the Eclessiarch. Not exactly a happy thought, Jake figured.

"I am sorry, but someone is hurt out there and requires my immediate attention. You mayu sit around here. And stay here awhile. My name is Jake."

Then he quickly went out of the door, leaving the droid behind...

...

Jake reached a quite battered craft, badly hit by a wandering lightning. He wonders if anyone would survive this. But he could sense it. A living. He had to admit his constant trainings had made him more sensitive to the surroundings. He reached down to the burnt craft, still hot and burning despite the falling rain. There is no way he can move those things. Not unless...

Closing his eyes, he felt for the force to bring pieces of metals up and away. Then finally, he brought the unconcious man to surface. Deeply exhausted, but felt with the determination to help an injured man, he carried the man into the Covenant Eclessiarch through the same door Jake came from. Only to find thirteenth still there waiting.