IF YOUR MASTER IS SO INEPT THAT HE CANNOT TRAIN YOU HIMSELF, THEN THE SITH MUST BE A SORRY LOT INDEED. I AM SITH LORD DAXON VAR. I LEARNED AT THE FEET OF TULAK HORD, BLADEMASTER AND DARK LORD OF THE SITH. SIT, BROTHERS, AND LISTEN WELL, SHOULD I CHANGE MY MIND ABOUT TEACHING YOU THE KNOWLEDGE THAT TOOK ME A LIFETIME TO AQUIRE. the specter standing before them said.
They did as Lord Var insturcted, and as Var spoke to them, time seemed to hold no sway. They listened as the the specter taught them the ancient teachings of the Sith. He spoke to them of many things, some which they already knew, some which they were now struggling to learn, things of which the two young Sith had only heard rumors, and things which were far beyond their current abilities.
He spoke to them of the ancient times and battles long forgotten, of famous Sith Lords and of those whose names had been forgotten. Var spoke of planets and races which had vanished into the mists of time, and of those that were known even today.
He instructed them on lightsaber techniques, some which with they were familiar, others which they still hoped to learn, and even some that had long since been outdated and long forgotten.
The students asked respectful questions where appropriate, and although the ghost from the past seemed irritated, it would answer them before continuing.
Eventually, Lord Var finished it's tutelage, and instructed them to practice all he had taught. Raezyr asked the Sith Lord if they could return for more instruction, and it agreed, albeit grudgingly.
Trychon and Raezyr discussed what they had been taught so far, and although they knew many of the things they had been show were far beyond their current abilities, they also had a much better grasp on the things they already knew and those they had been trying to master.
They turned the lights back up and began putting away the holocrons into the duffel bags. They unlocked the door to the workout room, and began to walk down the hall to their respective rooms. "I'm really hungry. I think we must have missed the evening meal," Raezyr commented.
Trychon checked his wrist chrono. "We did, but not by much. If we hurry, maybe we can get in on some leftovers."
They hurried the rest of the way to their rooms and secured the holocrons in their lockers, then took a moment to freshen up before heading back to the mess hall. Trychon had previously taken the time to add an encryption layer to the locks on the rooms for added security.
As they neared the cafeteria, they ran into Dianna walking the other way down the hall. "Are we too late for the meal?" Raezyr asked as she stopped in front of them.
"And which meal might that be?" she returned, looking a bit annoyed. "You know, I was getting ready to break down that door."
Trychon and Raezyr glanced at each other. "I love dinner as much as anyone... but you don't have to go breaking down doors over one missed supper," Trychon said, chuckling a bit.
"One supper? Absolutely, but this is the third supper you've now missed, you nerf-herders," Dianna admonished. "You're locked in there playing with who-knows-what kind of powerful ancient artifacts, and don't bother coming out for two and a half days, and the whole time, that room was causing a noticeable power drain on the facility. I think I had cause for concern.
Raezyr was about to speak when Trychon interrupted. "That's all well and good, but the more important question is, 'Are we too late for supper?'"
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