Tyr looked at his new comrades for a moment, taking in the lessons they'd just learned from Eiron. After a moment, as they waked along he threw his arms up and around their shoulders.
"Welp, looks like perhaps I was wrong gentlemen. There might just be something to this Force thing after all, and if killin' Jedi is what a Sith gets to do, then I will devote everything I have to become just that," he said as he congratulated the other two.
"The Jedi deserve nothing less than punishment and death for their lies, hypocrisy and deception," Raezyr brought his fist down into his palm. "They allow themselves to grow weak and be controlled by the Force, and allow the very thing you despise Tyr. Slavery. To themselves, the Force... they're bound."
Trychon clapped his hand on Tyr's arm. "A Sith is free from everything, free to come and go and do as he pleases. We are tought and trained to control the Force and be IT'S master, instead of the skewed Jedi way."
They headed toward the archives and continued to talk.
"Well boys, here's to becoming as free as free can get," Tyr stated. "Oh, and by the way. What'd you do with my cloak? Felt like a dirty scavenger walking in here like this and now what a first impression I've likely made on Lord Eiron."
"We'll have to get it later. It's in the Jet Razor"
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