Eiron meditated as the apprentices studied. He ran himself through some training velocities in the practice room, his lightsaber deflecting phantom blaster bolts and deflecting the blades of ghostly warriors. He outmaneuvered invisible foes and slaughtered civilians who could not be seen.
He meditated again, and then did more research of his own on his personal datapad, linked to the computers of the Phobia, as Lys did her own work, preparing assignments for the two initiates.
Though the apprentices studied and Eiron waited, he did not see this mysterious Anya, nor Lord Tyrazzapon. He did not seek them out, either. If they wished to see him, they would come to him.
He reviewed old documents, sifted through reports on Flash Stardust, tried to look up information on Darth Malice and researched Force-sensitive worlds and cultures he had not visited. He waited for the apprentices to return to him.
He sensed them ready themselves before he heard their footsteps coming up the corridor. He pocketed his datapad again and turned around, his hands folded before him.
"And?" he asked them as they approached. "What have you learned? Begin with the Sith Code."
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