Darkness envelopes the heart and forges the blade, forcing it into a harder more calloused weapon then its first inception. Each subsequent change and further plunge into darkness changes the warrior more and slowly forces into being a heartless killing machine. That was what the school was founded on, what the entire academy taught. Slowly yet surely the empire would be rebuilt and form this academy not only would the rebirth of the emperor's lineage be created but the greatest of a new line of soldiers would be founded. No longer could they count on useless impersonal clones to combat the new alliance and no longer could they deny the fact that the force could be wielded by any side as an effective weapon. Only by ensuring that their school would be better and more capable then the fledgling academy on Yavin-Four could the empire ensure its eventual victory.
The school's automatic cloaking device allowed it to roam through the former empire's lands drawing the few children the new fledgling Jedi order left behind, drawing the street urchins and the disillusioned masses. The disappearances of Coriscant's poor populace wasn't anything anyone would notice, the trash filled lower sectors were filled with the force sensitive and intelligent people the empire needed to create a new more powerful fighting force.
It was from these lower sector's that he came, his life before being found nothing more then scraping away at the trash, throwing scrap metal away into the recycling processors to get a few credits. He had lived off of scrap food thrown down form the banquets of the newly founded Republic and with every celebration and victory he witnessed his dissatisfaction grew. Soon he knew he would want nothing more then the destruction of the people who lived above him and the thought frightened him.
When someone gave him the chance to understand this anger and unleash it in new ways he had leapt at the chance. He had joined the ranks of a newly founded empire, and quickly through both talent with the force and through his own intelligence and backstabbing nature he grew to be one of the top ranked students. He had killed his predecessor with his own blade on the night before he "graduated" becoming an agent for the newly founded resistance. The traditional battle between himself and one of the other top ranked students had ended with the younger male being forced apart form the inside out, the power this young male of only 25 wielded showing itself by forcing the boy's blood to expand exponentially crushing the man from the inside out. Afterwards his teacher had congratulated him and invited him back to his quarters. The old man had shown him friendship and love and this was his true mistake. He forgot that the first teachings of the school were to never care. The young man left the teacher's cabin with his left hand cradled in his cloak, the burns from his teacher's futile attempt to stave off his attack forcing him to miss cut with his blade. He had chosen to use a regular vibro-knife instead of a light saber, wanting to leave nothing behind that would truly link them together. The man's life's blood had seeped and spurted across the young man's face and as he left the cabin he could taste the coppery fluid flooding his mouth. He scowled as he left, taking one of the small shuttles the school provided.
His first mission was to force his way into the republic, to regain the trust of his old contacts… and if possible gain the trust of the newly founded Jedi council. He knew that the latter would not be able to be done easily, and he knew that he might fail but he also knew that his failure would mean his death. Alexander T. Mordiues left Coriscant as a young boy but he returned as a man… and one of the few new Sith to come out of the academy.
