An hour later Cathandra sat in a transport to the imperial fleet. The ferry had brought fresh slaves to Messata, which she left finally. With satisfaction she had watched the unloading of the ill-fated creatures. On the way to the fleet she swore to learn about the force as much as ever possible at Korriban. She meditated until her arrival and let the force pulsing in her. After further two days they arrived. Cathandra sensed already the dark presence of the fleet from far. Probably not few Sith-Lords moved there, to travel through the galaxy. Because Cathandra had a direct invitation to the academy, she could pass the army physical. Any number of Imperials, troops and indeed some Lords of the Sith she found and had to be attentive not to collide with them. She listened to the force, with leaded her without problems to the ferry for new recruits. She was not the only on the way to the academy. She sensed in the others and believed to sense the force in them too, but not as strong as it was in her. Some yards away were further recruits, but those where aspirants for the Sith warriors. "Acolye Fordalion Cathandra", the overseer said. He pointed to the wall, where weapons for training hung. "Take one." Expressionless she followed. The weapons had a weight of probably two kilograms. Cathandra weighed it in her hand and put it on. She went back to the others. She had already heard, that she wouldn't get a lightsaber yet at Korriban. Not before a Lord of the Sith would pick one as apprentice, would it happen. Two hours later the ferry started. She took a seat on one of the transport seats. Curious she looked at her new 'buddies', which all of them wanted to become inquisitors as she wanted. The apprenticeship would take four years. But the fewest of them would survive the hard training. Cathandra had swore to master all of the obstacles. After twenty hours they arrived at Korriban and entered the atmosphere. Cathandra closed her eyes and enjoyed to took the dark presence she felt, in her. She felt great darkness which became stronger, as close they were to the landing place. She noticed a buddy, which had wide opened eyes, clung to the seat frantically and breathed heavily. One of the first casualties of the academy, she thought. This one would hardly survive the day. They were thrilled, then the ferry stood. The door opened, they went outside. A dry climate awaited. Red gleaming mounts around them were the reason for a frightening feel. Cathandra smiled. Something like that she had expected. "Hurry, cruds! I'll make you all get a move on!", an overseer called loud. She followed the others over a platform to a room. Their trainer, as she assumed, looked at them scornfully. "So many new worms", he said with a raspy voice. Cathandra now noticed, that they were separated into two groups. In every of them were ten recruits. "My name is Gondor, acolytes. I'll lead you in the next years through the most lessons. Thankfully only one of you insects will survive and be left, to become the apprentice of Lord Zelata. The rest of you will kick the bucket until then." Lord Zelata, a woman, she thought, will be my future master. I have to manage, that I'll be left. The trainer went in front of a female recruit. "Do you believe that she'll pick you, spawn?!", he said loud. She nodded mechanically. "Pshaw!", he returned. "You'll not survive the first year. Because if I do not squelch you, somebody other will do or the planet crunches you." Cathandra grinned. They were dismissed, a quartermaster assigned them there small rooms and they could watch some the environment. Cathandra found out, that there was a bar. She liked the academy increasingly. The very first time since years she had the feeling that the things got better. She wanted to survive the planet - at all costs. The next morning after eight and a little breakfast they got their first lesson. The trainer was again Gondor. His tone was less rough. "You're all here, 'cause you are sensitive to the force. But this means nothing, if you can't handle it. Our ancestors once called the dark side of the force Bogan. For your understanding what it means we start with the codex of the Sith." A little break. "There is no peace, there is only passion. Through passion, I gain strength. Through strength, I gain power. Through power, I gain victory. Through victory my chains are broken. The force shall set me free." With half closed eyes Cathandra repeated silently the codex and absorbed every word. She found it great. The force pulsed in her, like it sensed her joy. On the late morning they had the first force lesson. This time they had another trainer. They were told that force flashs could not only kill, but do further things. With the first alternative they could torture somebody. He should suffer horrible pain. The teaching was not easy, but Cathandra learned with highest focus. At the end of the week she could use four different versions of flashs. Additional to the one, who did not kill the victim but let it suffer, she could also paralyze the other. A further additional form was to confuse. But they were told that to confuse the other was also possible by other ways of the force. At the end of the weak - Sunday they had meditation - Gondor again teached them. He was waspish. Cathandra sensed, that this day would be the first victim. She even knew, who it would be. With attention she had watched her buddies. A female one - there were four females - was not fine since two days. Gondor indeed let her come forward. Additional a male recruit, a pure-blooded, which descended from the old species of the Sith. He had a red skin and a small augmentation. Gordon looked at him. "You're allowed to, Berus." His eyes flashed, while the ones of the ill-fated opened wide. Cathandra watched Berus' flashs and heard the death screams of the woman. With that they were nine. "The first", Gondor said and shook his head. "How did she stand the entrance exam?"