Chapter 15: Unity
Second floor of Hyarsythe. There were many different types of classrooms on the second floor including the cave like training room where Bast would usually teach us about the dark side of the force. At least it used to. Since General De'Kyte showed up and changed the rules it seems that this floor had been completely abandoned. Bast's class was done away with. Battle tactics and piloting training was gone as well. The archives and library was no longer being used either. It seemed that Vedalt'e's class was the only training that remained and I had a feeling that was only because it gave De'Kyte a chance for us to battle each other.
After seeing how empty and deserted the second floor was, it was clear to me now what De'Kyte was doing here. She was cleaning Hyarsythe of the weak. I was however unaware of how far she was going to take this. Was it going to be the last man or women standing? Maybe she was just trying to find out who the top ten students were? I had no idea. But I knew this monumental shift in power was just what I needed to set my new plan into motion.
Class had ended about an hour ago and I was first to leave after I took the life from Acolyte Odasell... a.k.a Shirtless. It bothered me at first that I had no regrets about killing him, maybe even enjoying it, but I no longer cared. For the moment I would have to close my heart and shut out my conscience because I had bigger things to think about.
The archive room wasn't very technologically advanced. Most of the room's decor was made up of wooden racks and shelves that held primitive scrolls, books, and other older documents. I actually liked that whole ancient feel though. It felt classic and historical. There were also metal tables placed in between the rows of racks and shelves for students to sit at.
Even before De'Kyte arrived, the archive room was pretty much abandoned except for a droid that would take care of the scrolls and documents. Now with her arrival, she had even got rid of that droid. I wasn't upset about it though because that just meant this room was private in a way. A perfect place to meet up with Vayne and Orlen. At least the room still had lighting.
I sat down at the biggest table in the center of the room. I had stacks of books and piles sprawled out all around the table. I had picked these particular documents when I first scouted this room out. They varied from Jedi teachings to Sith philosophies. Anything relating to the Force it seemed like much of what I wanted to find was well within these documents. Perhaps not everything, but it was a good collection. With such a broad collection of data and information, it surprises me that the archive room was never encouraged as much as it was by the Sith Masters. Maybe not so much Ollose and Lokindr, but I would think at least Bast would encourage the reading of these ancient texts.
As much as I knew these texts could help with learning new variates of the Force, I also knew that I needed to practice these variates, not just read about them, before I could master them. That was exactly what I was doing. While I was still waiting for Orlen and Vayne to arrive I decided to practice the technique that I had been working on over the past number of days. With my eyes shut, my ears closed off to the world around me, and without the use of my hands, I was levitating two, lightsaber handles above the table top. One was the saber given to me by Ollose and the other was the one given to Shirtless. My "spoils of war" as Ollose put it.
It was a struggle to levitate two weapons at once with any added help from my hands. A struggle it was, but I was able to keep them airborne for a well amount of time. This technique of mine was still shaky and highly unstable even though the learning curve shouldn't have been this difficult.
Perhaps it wasn't the task of levitating two sabers at once that was bothering me. I've learned and performed much harder tasks even back as a youngling. The thing that was bothering me... was me, and it was effecting my concentration. I was paranoid about the Sithrimi. I was wary of my enemies who seem to be increasing in number by the day. I was still very cautious of my new allies who I couldn't yet trust. I was nervous about my new plan and still I wondered if this plan was as perfect as it needed to be.
I was sure that once I counseled my plan to Vayne and Orlen a hefty weight would be removed from my shoulders. We still had to decide what role everyone is going to play and how we were going to finally execute this plan. Though the plan was my idea and I seemed to be the ringleader of the group. I wanted to get their input since their lives are counting on a solid plan just as much as mine.
My mind kept wandering and I didn't even realize when Mun Orlen entered the room and took a seat across from me. I was unaware of her presence until she first spoke, "So, what is it you're doing?"
I opened my eyes and brought myself back into my surroundings. I dropped my concentration and allowed the lightsabers to drop onto the table. I welcomed her with a bow of the head, "I'm attempting to teach myself something new."
"Are you going to teach it to me when you're done?" She asked with a smile.
"If we're still alive by then, yes." I responded with a worried and pathetic smile.
"Well... alright then." She agreed.
"What took you so long?" I asked her.
"Oh, thats right you left early." She remembered to herself.
"Why, did something happen after I left?" I had a bad feeling about the answer.
She raised an eyebrow and sighed, "I'd say. After you left the mighty General returned and told us all that classes are canceled, indefinitely."
"All of them?" I repeated.
"Well, yeah. Though, Vedalt'e's class was the only one left. Now even that one is gone." She shook her head is dismay.
"Well then whats happening with the students?" I asked her.
"We're continuing on with our duels just like today when... well... you defeated that mouthy kid." She told me with a somber tone.
"That all but confirms what she's up to." I told her.
"So," She grimaced as she understood, "you think that she plans on weeding out the weak?"
"I don't see why else she'd do this. She doesn't care about the students education or progression through the Force. The only thing she cares about is battle. I think all she cares about is adding soldiers into the Sith ranks as quickly as possible." I suggested.
Soon after I said that, the room's doors slid open and Vayne came jogging in, "Hey Ceddes. You'll never guess what you mis-"
"I already told him." Orlen interrupted.
Vayne dropped his arms to his side and hobbled over to the table, "How did you get here so fast?"
She chuckled to herself but said nothing. I signaled to a chair at the table and offered Vayne a seat, "Have a seat."
He pulled a chair out from the table and flopped down into his seat, "Don't you guys think this is weird? Like maybe General De'Kyte cares more about having us battle each other. It's almost like she wants to turn us into killing machines."
"Oh, you better believe that every Sith Master and officer wants to turn us into killing machines." I told him, "She's just more blatant about it."
Orlen shook her hand as if she was shooing away an invisable bug, "I'm sick of talking about that Sith lapdog of a general. She annoys me."
Vayne laughed, "Ouch. Harsh words, Mun Orlen."
"Don't call me that." She grumbled, "I hate that name. Call me by my first name, Lwyn."
"Whats wrong with the name, Mun Orlen?" Vayne asked her.
She stared back at him, "Because... I-don't-like-it."
I laughed and raised my hands to them, "Alright, alright. Vayne, Lwyn, settle down."
She sighed and apologized to Vayne, "Sorry. I just don't care to be called by my family name is all."
"So what are all these books and papers for?" Vayne asked, thankfully changing the subject.
"Learning aids... or guidelines I guess is more appropriate." I told him.
Lwyn and Vayne both picked up the nearest scroll, unraveled them, and skimmed them over. Lwyn raised a curious eyebrow, "This is a scroll of Jedi teachings. Why would the Sith have this?"
"Because the Sith are far from fools." I said before correcting myself, "Or at least, Sith away from Hyarsythe are not fools. I'm still unsure about this group here. Anyways, the Sith study the Jedi powers and teachings so they can better know their enemy. The Sith learn the Jedi's weaknesses in battle, and learn what to cerebrally exploit, to turn a Jedi to the Dark Side."
Vayne was slightly impressed, "A wise tactic."
Lwyn snickered as she ran a finger across the scroll then showed her dust covered finger to us, "A wise tactic indeed. That must be why this thing is covered in a years worth of dust. The Sith here don't want to get anywhere near it."
"Gathering dust down here can't be easy." I added.
"For a group that prides them self on exploiting every weakness and looking at every option, they sure over look allot of things." Lwyn point out.
"The Masters here at Hyarsythe are out of touch with the other Sith." I said, "Though, to be stuck down here, fathoms under the Apsus waves, for as long as they have, I can't say as I blame them. They have forgotten their trainings and their duties. They are stuck serving their own selfish purposes."
"You are referring to their little apprentice game?" Vayne asked.
"Yes." I said.
"I haven't heard much about that lately now that De'Kyte has arrived. They are more worried about her than each other." Lwyn mentioned.
"Yes," Now was the perfect time to begin discussion of my plans, "The only thing that could get Lokindr, Ollose, and Bast to work together was someone with more power than them."
Lwyn crossed her arms arms and grinned, "I detect a tone of mischief in your voice, Ceddes."
"Maybe." I teased.
"So you thought of something then?" Vayne asked with a gleam of hope in his unblinking eyes.
I sighed sharply and winced, "Well, sort of. I thought I had a good idea but with this new development and classes being canceled, I'm going to have to rework the kinks in the chain."
"...Are you at least going to tell us what you know so far?" She asked with hesitance.
"Well... I'll go over the basics for now because... well, so far thats all I know." I explained to them.
"Well, we can fill in the gaps together." Vayne told me.
I was still unsure of how much I wanted to divulge to them. For now I would just tell them the first part of the plot. I held my hand up to them and showed them four of my fingers, "Okay, so there are four super powers within Hyarsythe. Lokindr, Ollose, Bast, and De'Kyte are the strongest forces here."
Lwyn smiled and raised up her own hand but showing all five fingers, or technically four fingers and a thumb, "Five super powers with us."
"Okay, four publicly known super powers." I corrected before grouping three of my fingers together, leaving my index finger by itself, "Only now because of De'Kyte, the other three are undoubtedly going to faction together to remove her from Hyarsythe. If we want to destroy Hyarsythe as a whole, we should side with someone and pick off the others before turning on the one that we sided with."
"Good. Makes sense." Lwyn agreed with the plan so far.
"Which do we side with?" Vayne asked.
I put my hand down because the visual aid wasn't needed any longer, "Who do you think has more power?"
"De'Kyte." Vayne answered quickly.
"At first glance, yes... but no. She holds the most power but doesn't have the most power." I told him.
"Whats the difference?" Vayne asked.
"I think I get what you're saying." Lwyn caught on, "De'Kyte has power... but not her own? She is a non-Force user in a Force user world. She must be here by order of someone else and not her own."
"So she has the power of someone else?" Vayne tried to catch on.
"Basically, yes." I told him, "Lokindr for instance is here because she's been named headmaster of Hyarsythe. She has been given her duty due to her strength and connection to the Force. De'Kyte is here because someone else in unhappy with Hysrsythe and is using her as their 'measure of discipline'. She may not even be giving the final orders. Like canceling classes for instance. Though as quick and harsh as these rule changes come, I'd still imagine that she is behind them. So she is not without power. Far from it actually, but she isn't near the level of a Sith Master."
"Then your plan would be to...?" Lwyn questioned.
"Sever that tie between De'Kyte and whoever calls the shots. Whoever protects her. We get rid of her first of all then we pick the others off one by one." I explained.
Lwyn nodded her head, "I like it so far."
Vayne wasn't' as sure, "How are we going to do that?"
"Uhh... Thats where is gets complicated.... because I haven't figured that part out." I was half way lying. I had an idea on what I wanted to do and how I wanted to do it but I didn't want to tell them just quite yet. There was still a trust issue.
Vayne rapped his knuckles against the table, "So thats all you got so far?"
"For now. I was planning on doing something through class to get close to De'Kyte and gain her trust but thats out the window now." I sighed.
"Well you could still gain her trust through these duels to the death that she's imposed on us." She said bleakly.
"What happens if we have to face each other?" Vayne brought up.
"That would be unfortunate." Lwyn said even more bleakly.
"Well... if we challenged others we wouldn't have to worry about facing each other." Vayne suggested.
"No." I said firmly, "If we did that we'd have to kill someone almost everyday. Today was bad enough."
"Thats right... how are you... after ya' know..." Vayne tried to dance around the words but I got what he meant.
"Not great but not bad... I have taken life before." I said without much emotion.
Lwyn stared down at the scrolls at the table, "Erm... I have too."
Lwyn and I both had our arms folded across our chest and made no eye contact with any one else. Vayne shook his head, "Wow. I've never... killed anybody before. I mean I've hunted creatures back home but thats the extent of what I've done."
"How did a guy like you end up with the Sith, Vayne?" She asked.
"Yeah, lets hear your whole story, Vayne." I added. I just wanted to change the topic.
"Me? Well my story is not very exciting." He said with some embarrassment.
Lwyn forced a slight smile, "Well... maybe we need a little 'boring' right about now. Tells us something about yourself. It'll be good for the team unity."
"Alright." He started, "My earliest memory... if you want me to go that far back?"
"Sure why not?" I told him.
"Okay then," He began, "My earliest memory was standing in my family's private farm on Glee Anselm. It was a large, exotic pond/bog with rows of mossy, ivy pillars that would grow from the bottom of the pond. We farmed rare fish called Idikus that would live in the leaves of those pillars and would feed off water-spiders that glided across of the water. The Idikus were a delicacy on richer planets. We also farmed an edible water weed that was just a cheap food item native to the lands I lived in."
He was rambling but I must admit I was interested in his story. So far he seemed like he lived an average life. Something I knew nothing about. The way an average farmer might find stories of the battlefield intriguing, I found the story of a normal farm life intriguing. Vayne continued on, "Anyways, as I stood in those waters I remember hearing a loud roaring sound in the sky. It was a freighter ship. Just a simple, blocky freighter flying through the sky... but it was flying. I'd never seen anything like it before, or at least I don't remember seeing anything like it. I wanted one of those things."
"I asked my father about it later on and he said that ship is what took shipments like our Idikus to other planets. I barley even knew about other planets so it just added to my curiosity. Now my family either grew up to be one of two things, farmers or warriors. My father knew I had special talents though nobody guessed it was the Force. Not that they would have cared. He wanted me to fallow in his footsteps and become a warrior."
"The more the years went by and the more I wanted to become a pilot, the further distant I grew from my family. Whether it was working at home or even my schooling, I always thought of doing more. Whether that be flying a ship or just leaving that planet all together." He shook his head and sighed, "Eventually the craving for a different world, a different life, led me to the Sith where I was lead into their snare. It's not a great story. I'm sure it's not better that your stories..."
"Better?" Lwyn scoffed, "Depends on what you mean by the word, better."
"More interesting." He told her.
She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, "... I don't want to talk about my past."
"C'mon, Lwyn. What happened to strengthening the team's bond?" Vayne persuaded.
I could tell a part of her wanted to tell us but perhaps it was something that was too painful to bring up. I kindly smiled to her, "You don't have to tell us if you don't wish to."
She didn't responded for a few seconds. Finally, she had a slight smirk on her face, "I will... If you tell us about yourself too."
"Me? Alright." I agreed.
They both seemed caught by surprise. Lwyn raised her ever curious eyebrow, "Really?"
"It's only fair." I said plainly.
She had a grim look on her face as she gave me a nod of the head, "A-alright. Well... I'm Voidian."
"I figured as much." I told her, "The hair and eyes sort of gave it away."
"If you know what we look like, you must know what J'Rekk is like." She said with a slightly shaken voice.
I nodded, "I do."
Vayne raised his hand, "Vayne does not... What's it like?"
She scratched the back of her head, "Well... it's...-"
"A place where the sins of the galaxy flourish." I said abruptly.
"Basically." She admitted with a tone of disgust, "A place of murder, thievery, debauchery, and other unpleasing entertainment thrived. The only place to live on J'Rekk was a massive colony in a giant crater on the moon's surface. It's always night there too. It was always a everyone for themselves mentality which you had to live by just to survive the gangs and murderers. If you so much as looked at someone wrong it could cost you your life."
"Sounds like... here." Vayne commented.
"Yeah..." She said grimly, "My father was a rich man on J'Rekk which meant he was a very feared man and nobody messed with him. It takes allot of bad things to get that far in life on J'Rekk. My mother was a... well, she was worked for him. When my mother gave birth to me, she kept me a secret from my father."
"I'm sorry for asking but... he couldn't tell when she was pregnant?" I asked.
Lwyn rubbed the aggravated temples of her forehead, "It's... complicated but the male producer of my life, or my father in other words, wasn't one to pay attention to any one woman for any period of time. Sometimes not for even a year. Eventually he contacted her again and again over the years. Two years after I was born... I had a little sister. This child, she couldn't keep secret though and shortly after my sister's birth my father murdered my mother and wanted my sister and I dead too. Another women that worked for my father, who was a friend of my mothers took us away from him."
"Yikes." Vayne grimaced, "My story already sounds like nothing in comparison."
"Humph," She snorted out, "Yeah well is gets better. When I was a teenager, or just barely a teenager, the women that saved us and was caring for my sister and I ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time... which was all too common. My sister and I were then on our own. We were alone, together, if that makes any sense. We lived the next few years with only each other to trust and care for. That only lasted a few years though. My sister... fell in with a bad crowd..."
She struggled to find her words and I cold feel how much pain was in her heart, "We don't talk anymore... I don't even know if she is still alive... I was alone for quite awhile. It became much more difficult to survive by myself. I had to steal just to eat, I had to cram myself into any small crevice just to escape the rain, I had to carry a dagger with me at all times. Sometimes I even had to use that dagger in self defense. The worst thing I've ever done was on my last day on J'Rekk. Walking through the streets I noticed a man at a market. That man was my father. He was older but he was just as same the stories that I heard. He walked with a profound arrogance and not surprisingly, he didn't know who he was. The lecher that he was he eventually noticed me and started hitting on me right there in the streets."
"Eww!" Vayne exclaimed.
"I snapped. I had killed in defense before but this was different. I took that dagger and I pierced his heart. Before he died I told him the name of my mother." She quickly stated.
"Ah." Vayne responded in immense awkwardness.
"As I mentioned before, he was a man of power and as soon as I killed him I was a wanted criminal." She laughed to herself, "A criminal among criminals really. His guards gave chase and I ran, and ran, and ran until I was eventually captured. They were going to execute me until a one armed women with a crimson lightsaber decapitated everyone of my pursuers. This women was a Sith Master and once worked under Darth Vultous."
I couldn't help but ask, "Did you know her name?"
She shook her head, "I can't remember exactly but I think it was something like Yuelt."
Yuelt Roxxa. I knew her well. Darth Vultous' former apprentice. Or one of them. She was one of the few survivors of the battle on Tisstan. I thought it was her by Lwyn's description because a Jedi Knight cut off her arm during that battle... I was a little sad to hear that she was still alive. That was being off topic though.
Lwyn continued on with her story, "She said I had potential and told me that I should come here, to Hyarsythe. She said I had a unique gift and I seemed to be able to block my presence from the Force. She said she wanted me to be a member of the Sith. Growing up on J'Rekk I didn't know much about the Jedi or the Sith. I accepted just on the fact that I'd be leaving J'Rekk. That brought me here where I quickly learned that the Sith and Hyarsythe was just another form of J'Rekk."
I already had guessed it but this confirmed that Lwyn and Vayne joined the Sith, not because they were craving blood and battle, but they were baited here by false promises and lies about their futures. They were allies, I could feel it and I knew it. It's odd how a simple story can create a bond of trust. I wanted to help and save them. Lwyn shrugged her shoulders and sighed an exhausted sigh, "Well... that's about it. I left out some more disturbing details but I doubt you'd want to hear it anyways."
Vayne cocked his head to the side and clicked his tongue, "Well, I'd say so far Lwyn has by far the better story. Think you can do better, Ceddes?"
With my new found trust in them I said, "Laan."
"What?" Lwyn asked.
"My name is Laan." I told them, "My real one."
"For real?" She asked.
"I was an orphan and the Jedi gave me the name. I guess it means 'destined savior' in an extinct language." I confessed.
"Wow. No pressure to live up to that, eh?" She snickered.
"Nope." I laughed.
"Laan, huh? Well it's better than Ceddes. I still think my name is better." Vayne bragged.
"Really though, say it, 'Lwyn'. It rolls off the tongue." She argued with him.
I didn't care to get into a battle of name vs. name so I abruptly changed the subject, "Anyways! As I mentioned, I was an orphan until the Jedi took me in. I trained and learned as a youngling until a Master accepted me as padawan. Master Tal. He quickly became like a father to me... Well not either of your fathers but... you know... a nice one."
"Humph." Lwyn grunted in a gesture of agreement.
"He was a bit of a rebel amongst the Jedi." I continued, "He constantly disobeyed the council's orders and trained me in more advanced teachings. Teachings the council didn't want me to learn so early. He taught me fast, he taught me carefully, he taught me masterfully, and he taught me things beyond the common Jedi teachings. He was fair in his teachings too. He was never harsh and he was never cruel. He scolded me... he scolded me allot and I usually deserved it."
"What?" Lwyn stated with dry sarcasm, "You? Scolding? I don't believe it..."
I laughed, "Yeah well I was a hand full... " I took a deep breath and sighed, "I remember when we would leave the temple for assignments. We'd be sent out on missions, sometimes on our own and sometimes grouped with other Jedi. This was where I was most talented. I had little to no trouble handling any Sith or anything else we were met with. As the years went on I became more and more in tuned with the Force. Sometimes I'd get these dreams that seemed like visions. I told Master Tal about it and he seemed hesitant to belive me at first. Visions usually occurred with more advanced Jedi who were trained in visions but it didn't take him long to believe me and eventually he started feeling my visions through the Force. He couldn't see them but he could feel what type they were. If they were warnings or just pleasant tellings he would know about them before I even told him."
"Really? Have you had any visions here on Hyarsythe?" Vayne asked.
The dark vision from a couple of days ago popped in my head. I looked him in the eyes and lied, "No, not yet." I took a deep breath before I started again, "Well... one day I had a vision of... Tisstan."
"Where do I know that name from?" Lwyn asked herself.
"I'm sure you'll remember." I assured her, "The vision I had was of Tisstan's moon. I saw an entire armada of Sith ships and soldiers. They were planning on attacking Tisstan. I told my Master of this and he informed the council. They didn't believe him... they didn't believe me. A dream they called it. I never saw Master Tal angry up until that point. He was clearly viable. He was angry... man, he was angry. Other Jedi believed him and I about Tisstan and a group of us headed to Tisstan to meet the Sith in combat. We never told the council of our move."
Lwyn's eyes were wide and her jaw was open, "No way. I remember now... You were behind it all?"
I clenched my jaw and reluctantly nodded my head, "Yes. The Jedi and Sith clashed weapons on that moon and eventually it came down to myself and a group of a few Jedi against Darth Vultous. She struck them all down, including my Master. As the last Jedi fell that Jedi took her arm with them. I was the last one alive and I took her head in a desperate lunge."
"Impossible!" Lwyn exclaimed.
"You killed Vultous?" Vayne asked in dismay.
"I hope you believe my words and don't think of me a liar." I said humbly.
Vayne and Lwyn exchanged glances. Vayne looked away from her and gave me a nod of the head and with a smile he said, "I believe you."
"You?" I asked Lwyn.
She giggled almost evilly, "A Sith Lord slayer, eh? Glad you are on my side then."
Out of gratitude I smiled to them, "Good. It doesn't' end there though. I obviously had allot to explain for. Nothing I said got through to the unyielding council. They even accused me of working with the Sith in an ambush. If I did that, why would I ever return to the council?! They are... well never mind them. I was exiled from the order as a result. I spent the next few years on my own until I joined a group of bounty hunters turned freedom fighters. After that I tried a normal life... there is no normal for me and when I realized that I ended up here with this insane plot to destroy the Sith from within the inside... and now I've dragged you two into it."
"Hmm... What a sad group of misfits." She said with a half smile.
"It is rather pathetic, eh?" I forced a slight chuckled.
The three of us quickly formed a tight bond and perhaps foolishly, I decided to trust them. That may backfire on me later but for now I was treating them as full allies. No secrets anymore and I decided to tell them everything. The plan I told them earlier was only a small fraction of my total concept. The true concept I had designed was more more meticulous. The rest of the day, until it was late at night, I told them everything I had thought of and with their input, the gaps were filled. Every role was assigned and every piece placed into position. Everything needed to be perfect. If even one of us failed their part it could ruin everything. We couldn't falter and trust was the most important part. If they betrayed me, I would die...
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Ollose sat in his dark and cold room. The room wasn't quite as dark as Lokindr's room but it was hard to see the room's corners through the shadows. He sat in a gaudy, gold and silver chair. He leaned his face against a clenched fist that rested on the chair's armrest. He stared through the darkness as a figure clad in a black robe. The robe covered all of their body and a hood hid their face. Ollose had a maddened smile on his face, "Is that so? A plot to destroy Hyarsythe? Well it seems there is allot of that going round lately. The other two don't suspect a thing, eh?"
The hooded head shook it's head. Ollose chortled and slapped the chair's armrest, "Great! If the first phase is to destroy De'Kyte. I'll leave things the way they are for the moment. Perhaps the best thing is to let the three of you handle her, without getting my hands dirty. When it comes to the phase to destroy Lokindr, Bast, and myself I may have to intervene. For now though just continue on with things as they are, my new apprentice. The other two are fools to trust you and they will fall. But for now they are my tools, they are my weapons to do with as I wish. You my apprentice, are dismissed for the moment. Return to me in three days."
The figure bowed to Ollose before leaving the room. Ollose laughed and clapped his hands together, "Tools, tools. They will rid me of my enemies and their blood shall be split after I've used them all up."
With the four powers in Hyarsythe, Ollose just gained a huge trump card. A spy, his new apprentice, from a group of rebelling students had come to him and given him their secrets. With his new apprentice he could add his influence into this group without even revealing himself to them. First De'Kyte, then Bast, and finally Lokindr. With them dead and gone, he would reign as headmaster of Hyarsythe and together with his apprentice, maybe he could even destroy the current Dark Lord and become the new leader of the Sith. Ollose couldn't help his wild laughter, he had already won. He was manipulating every side and he had won...