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Xa’Fel…


Months had passed.

Lord Silk had been returned to the Sith by the Imperials along with the survivors; the last Royal Guard from a bastard empire.

He and his elite, loyal group were adapting well to the new scenery. Having been isolated for so very long they, and indeed Silk, had leapt at any opportunity to be active within the Order. Training styles had to be supplemented, adapted and conditioned. Old methodologies needed to be rationalized with new loyalties and, in general, the damage done during their exile had to be at least partially undone.

For his own part, Dioan Silk spent much of his time in study. Sequestered within the lowest reaches of the great library he would spend days on end immersed in the works of Sith and Jedi composers spanning generations backwards.

Slowly, gradually, he returned to a more normalized state. Having shaved his beard, and striped of his rank within the Royal Guard, he found his bare face exposed to a Galaxy that, for all his life, he had sought to hide it from. The change had encouraged him to shift his taste in apparel as well and to that end he had taken up the customary, ubiquitous black cloak of the Sith. Age, it seemed, had snuck up on him also and he did not enjoy the reflection of it for he did not, could not feel as old as the man looking back at him.

And then, one day, the Dark Lord Vance Jas came to him. Deep within the library, lost in the most ancient of halls, the two spoke. Their discussion, private, would remain forever between them. But upon its conclusion Silk had been given a new directive. Lord Jas had ordered him to instruct a class of apprentices…

So he had counted down the days, slowly preparing for the eventual arrival of his… students.

Rooms within the temple had been assigned but they would not be utilizing these accruements’ long for Lord Silk had similarly gathered up a cadre of his most trusted servants, members of the Guardsmen-displaced, and ordered his men to construct a meager accommodation, a basic shack, on the outer edges of the cultivated territory. These secluded chambers would better serve their purpose until such time as Silk took them off planet.

“Suitable,” observed Silk as he entered the building. His men had taken to calling it the Dojo and Silk found it fitting so he had not discouraged the moniker. “You constructed six rooms each with bunks for three?”

The man nodded.

“Good, show me the circle.”

Largest of the rooms within the Dojo, the circle was a roughly octagonal area with matted floors and plain wooden walls. The weather breezed in from outside. A wide array of training weapons adorned one corner, but otherwise the Dojo was barren.

He did not intend to spoil these apprentices with the opulence of the Temple.

"Hello...my name is Trever, I'm interested in joining in the ranks of sith. I was always told that I had a gift called the force, and may i ask who you are my lord?" asked Trever a young boy that is very ambitious. He always wanted to joint the imperials, but decided against.

He had arrived.

It had taken years - the entire focus of his life since as far back as he could remember, which wasn't that far. At last, Dacian was before the temple itself. He did not get far.

The grandure of the building impressed a man more used to dark cantinas, but as he approached the gates a man barred his progress. Dacian paused, wondering if this was some sort of test.

"Are you a new student?" the man asked. Dacian considered this, and nodded. "All new students are to go to the Dojo. Dioan Silk is teaching his new... class." The man looked him up and down. "You should fit right in. Go now."

Dacian looked in the distance, where the crude building stood, this 'dojo'. A lesson in humility, perhaps? That which he had learned about the Sith had said little of the training, but it was supposed to be cruel and harsh. Dacian glanced again at the guard, and the far grander temple that he guarded - on the other hand, the training was supposedly filled with tricks and treachery. Perhaps those who could not overcome the guard were not worthy of training?

"Step aside, soldier. I have no words for you." Dacian was right - he did not seem as a true Sith. The man seemed resolved, obviously not threatened by the slight man before him.

"My lord informed me that all prospective students are to be sent to the Dojo, no exceptions."

"Then you can tell your master that I will be in the Temple," insisted Dacian. "Inform him that I can be reached there. It is not your business to make me go anywhere." The soldier seemed to lose patience with the situation, and stepped aside for Dacian, who entered the Temple proper at a slow and measured gait.

I stood in awe as i beheld the sight of the temple before me. So grand, so mysterious, so powerful. Yet as i beheld this site I knew that it came with a price. I knew that being force sensitive wasn't enough to get me a life of luxury within such a well established place. I walked forwards, slowly, scanning the perimiter. I stopped in front of an old man standing at the gates, parted the hair from my face so that i could see his face properly and began to speak,

"Excuse me, where must I go in order to train with Lord Silk?"

"The training will take place within the dojo, that is where all students must go" I continued to look at him in expectation of more information. After a pause he resumed, "The dojo is located on the outer edges of the cultivated territory to the east of the temple"

I gave him a smile made up of gratefulness and sarcasim and began to perambulate towards the dojo. I stopped walking about fifty paces away from the Dojo. I chuckled at the contrast between the shabbyness of the dojo and the grandeur of the temple. I had spent my life hoping for accomadation as comfortable as the dojo, but now i had something greater to aim for: the temple. I smiled menacingly as I walked into the dojo knowing that this was no different to many of my past lodgings.

Shadow's fighter exited hyperspace above the planet just as night began to fall on the planets surface were shadow was to be heading. Shadow slowly began to do a post hyperspace check on engines nad other systems, and only once everything was done carefully did he power up engines and head towards the surface. He momentarily turned to stare at the systems star slowly creeping away behind the planet his cokcpit was forgged so that the light wouldn't instantly blind him. But it was still very beautiful and amazing the light it cast around the planet, but it did not distract shadow for long as he entered the atmosphere and immidiatly snapped back to attention and deployed the stabalizers on the ends of his wings to smooth out his entrance into the atmosphere. He leaned over and looked down at the surface below him for the temple or what ever it was he was looking for. Finally shadow saw it, and could not help but awe at its magnifagance, and glory. There was no doubt in his mind that this was the sith temple where he was supposed to be headed, and next to it he could see a small building whoes use eluded him, but didn't need to know at the moment. Shadow veered his fighter back and began landng proceedures, he eased back and waited for his fighter to fully land.

Shadow eased himself out of the fighters cockpit and felt the solid ground under his feet again and breathed a sigh. He always felt a little uneasy in space even though he was a masterful pilot, and could easily hold his own in a battle. As he looked around thelanding area he saw one guard holding position by the temple's door, shadow moved towards him and before he even got close the guard pointed to the other building off of the temple, "I've been asked once before and like i told the other guy the master is in that building, the dojo."

Shadow looked at the dojo and noticed it almsot looked like the second part of his house back when he was a child, and slowly walked toward it. He looked back at the buard for a moment, "Thanks you." He didn't even smile and neither did the guard and he continued on toward the dojo in a mild walk. As he entered the main room he saw 4 other people, shadow walked up to one who looked he was clearly in charge and knew it. "Hello, aster i presume, i am known as Shadow and i hope am in the right place for the traning or prospective sith."

So deep was he in his meditative trance that Lord Silk did not immediately notice the arrival of his so-called students. It was fortunate for him then that his men were on duty to direct and forestall their tempers until such time as the teacher felt ready to teach. In the back room of the Dojo, little more then a lean-to nailed against the outer wall, he sat with his robe gathered around himself and extended himself into the force.

Through his subjects, men forged into manifestations of his own will on the planet Yinchorr, he watched…

“Hello,” said a petulant young student approaching the Guard assigned to the Dojo by Silk. The Guard, clad in a piecemeal suit of armor reminiscent of the old Royal Guard outfits, turned to regard the boy. “My name is Trever,” he went on to say. “I was always told that I have a gift called the force and may I ask who you are my lord?”

He was obviously eager.

“Sit,” snapped the Guard. “I am not your lord though I am your better. If you wish to learn the ways of the dark side you will sit and bite your tongue until such time as Lord Silk deigns to instruct you. This is the Sith order, boy. You had best snap to!”

But this Guard was not alone in his struggles with an ambitious student.

Outside the Dojo, in fact assigned to attend the Temple and direct the students to the shack, another Guard encountered another strong willed student. This one radiated a darkness palatable to Silk even through the sensations of his minion.

“My lord informed me that all prospective students are to be sent to the Dojo, no exceptions,” stated the Guard.

To which the man replied, “Then you can tell your master that I will be in the Temple. Inform him that I can be reached there. It is not your business to make me go anywhere.” He stressed the word make.

Fittingly, though Silk and poured his own will into the Force, amplifying the effect with simple Sith techniques he caused the Guard to speak out.

“You will go to the Dojo now or you will not go at all. If you remain in the Temple unwelcome and without a sponsor… a master, you will be subject to the laws here in. It will be your head, child.” The Guard stepped forward swinging his double bladed sword around in a neat arc. He snapped the weapon into place at shoulder height and fixed Dacian with a stare. “It would be my honor to spill your blood on this floor.”

Drifting away, Silk turned his attention back to the Dojo where another handful of students had assembled. Six in total, only one more dared speak.

“Hello, Master I presume.” He strode right up to the Guard. “I am known as Shadow and I hope I am in the right place for the training of prospective sith.”

Silk deigned to make an example of the Student and pressed his intention into the Guard.

“Sit!” The Guard roared. “Until I say otherwise your name will be Dirt unless you heed and respect this place as you would the men within it. Disloyalty and disrespect are grounds for death, your death.” He waved a hand at the assembly. “Lord Silk will not be as kind as I am.”

“Indeed not,” spoke Dioan Silk from the shadows. He slipped in through one of the sliding wall partitions and moved noiselessly towards the head of the class. The Guard bowed and stepped out of his way. “And I cannot teach any of you to be Sith for it is not what you are. I can, however; show you the ways of the Sith, I can show you how to live like the Sith.”

“Fark this,” snapped one of the students, an arrogant blue-skinned twi’lek male. He stood up and jerked a finger at Lord Silk. “I don’t need this lecture crap. I came here to become the uber-bad ass!”

One of the Guard shot forward. His weapon came quickly to bare and, in a flash, plunged through the chest of the alien. So fast was the motion that the boy did not have a spare moment to look shocked before expiring on the blade of a Guard. The blade withdrew and, with a heavy and wet thump, the body toppled into a pool of its own off-color blood.

“You have only one chance to understand the order of this place,” Silk informed. “Each digression will bring you closer to the point of failure. Failure will equal death.”

“Now, if everyone is here,” he said knowing full well that they were not. “Does anyone have any questions?”

I watched on in admiration at Lord Silk's ruthlessness. You could either respect him yourslef, or be forced to respect him. No nonsenses and no toleration of fools, I really liked his style. A soon as the Twi'lek hit the floor, he offered the students the chance to ask questions. For all my life I had always wanted to know an answer to a question that was shadowed by propaganda, tall-tales, myths and lies. Now was my chance, I had to know the answer.

I stood up and confidently asked my question, "What makes the Sith better than the Jedis?"

Shadow's mouth slipped from a mock made up smile for this master to a frown, he had attempted to be kind to some effect but saw that wasn't going to work. He began to walk backward, his hand creeping towards his light saber, but shadow kept his anger in check for the moment and descided to sit down. He wanted to see if this supposed sith was as good as rumored, and if he was worthy to even train these prospective sith. Shadow could only hope as this would mean his search would finally be over after all those years, oh good that would be. Shadow sat down and waited for someone to say anything, when a Twi'lek stood up and started yelling at the sith trainer, shadow smiled again as the student had a sword thrust through his chest by one of the guards.

The next thing that happened suprised shadow somewhat, and that was when another student stood up and asked a question he had been told the answer to from birth although he was still unsure the answer he had been told was true. He asked "What makes the sith better than the jedi's." Shadow was curious to find the answer to this and looked to the sith on the other side of the room.

The guard stood threatening Palestar. For an outside observer, there would be no contest. Dacian was not nearly as big or strong, he was unarmed and unarmored, and he had no training to speak of. Surely, he would have to return to the Dojo.

Dacian was not entirely unarmed. Though rudimentary, the Force offered him a slight amount of sight and manipulation beyond the ken of mortals. Until now it had only manifested as unusual luck and unnatural sense, but in the shadow of the temple it became stronger and more organized. He could almost 'see' a stream of shadowy light connecting the door guard to... something else. Just what was beyond his sight, but he could certainly focus on the connection.

The guard seemed uneasy, shuddered, and suddenly grunted in sharp surprise as the connection severed. Movingly swiftly, Dacian strode past the guard as he struggled with the loss of his link to his master. By the time it was reestablished, Dacian was in the temple.

He was mindful of what he had been told. The guards and disciples of this place were likely to look poorley on a stray with no means to defend himself. He moved fast and used the shadows - which were plentiful in the dim light the temple preffered - to explore the vicinity around the vaunted entry hall.

Perhaps providence was with him. Or maybe his powers were sharper than he'd thought. Either way, he knew that luck played as big a hand (if not moreso) than anything else in the events of the world, so for whatever reason he stumbled upon the prepared rooms.

They were few and basic, but also clean and sterile. Separated into small rooms, lone bunks and low bedside tables suggested a near-monklike existance. Still, he claimed a bed quickly. What few comforts that could be had in this place would need fierce guarding, if he was any judge of character.

Sitting alone on the bed for a few moments, he was given the chance to think. The events of the journey before him he dismissed disdainfully, caring no longer for the past and instead looking to the future. Dacian stared out into the corridor, waiting intently for another student, guard, or perhaps a real Sith as he contemplated the future instead - for there lay the true promise of power. He had no name for his new instructor, but a picture was starting to form around the training he offered. It would be filled with challenges to overcome, competitors seeking a limited ammount of power, and a system that rejects the unworthy.

He could hardly wait. He felt at home.

Trever was angry of how the guard treated him, but he knew that he would have no chance of surviving if he harmed the guard. So he did as he said and sat. He was not alone, he counted three other hopefuls.

"What makes the sith better than the jedi?" asked one of the hopefuls.

A foolish question, but one that the hopeful wanted to know. thought Trever. I may be a hopeful, but I'm certainly not full of questions, my training from the brotherhood, may have helped me, but I still feel weak.

Trever saw one of the hopefuls, he seemed to be studying his surroundings very well.