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Xanta stepped back and watched Xiao enter and set down her stuff. His eyebrows shot up in amusement as she pulled out the holocron.

That is quite a trinket you have there...hard to come by these days. Perhaps you have another?

Xiaoxing straightened, and the holocron dropped into her open palm. "A crystalline storage device," she said flatly. "Force-users would record their knowledge inside the thing using primited holo-technology. It's implemented with interactive devices that allow the recorder and the listener to hold legitamate conversations. Jedi holocrons are rare, but Sith holocrons are even fewer."

Xiao's eye twitched. "If you wish to know," she said flatly, "then there's no need to dance around the subject." Xiao layed down on her bed in a relaxed position. "I was merely traveling through a superstitious planet with a comrade of mine; we found that the inhabitants thought we were posessed with evil demons because of our Force abilities... we were able to frighten a great many of them into giving us valuables. That thing, however," Xiao tossed the holocron up. "Was given to me in place of a sacrifice." Xiao shrugged, and used the Force to activate the cube. A blurred image of the Gatekeeper, Kla appeared. "But the thing is useless-- merely a device to lure naiive Jedi to their doom." Xiao replaced the object on the table. "Unless you want to become the spirit's vassal." She paused thoughtfully. "But perhaps you could put it to better use. Gatekeeper Kla only allows a merciless killer to use his knowledge. Apparently I'm not at that state yet," she spat.

Xiao rasied her eyebrow. "If he tells you to go to Korriban, don't listen," she mused. Indeed, may Jedi Knights, in hopes of receiving the ultimate power, had been lured to their deaths thanks to Kla's manipulation. But, if he found someone strong enough, Kla would explain to the user almost anything-- in detail-- of what happened under the benevolent rule of Naga Sadow.

Xiaoxing had great respect for the Dark Jedi. A thought hit her; very few Dark Jedi kept holocrons, but they still existed. If she could use Darth Bane's immense knowledge of the galaxy to find out other locations... Xiao rose from her bed, changed clothing, and flipped her hair behind her shoulder, pulling it behind her head with a leather scrap.

Eothain BlackRaven sweeps out of his quarters, his jet black robe billowing out behind him as he strides down the long hallway towards the training facilities. His dark hood is pulled over is head, concealing his cruel blue eyes in shadow. As he walks, his cold eyes scrutinize every detail of his surroundings. He is delighted that the mark of the Light on the Temple is succumbing to the Dark with every day that passes. With every ambitious Initiate that enters the Temple, the memories and....hopes of the Lightsiders that preceded fade into nothingness. Eothain chuckles to himself.

Sweeping into the busy training hall, Eothain is met by a respectable silence. All Apprentices stop their training to turn and salute one of their elders before continuing their training. The Dark Jedi Master slowly nods, his expression void of emotion.

The next hour or so is spent carefully observing Master and Apprentice. Slowly walking down the hall, Eothain stops every now and then to watch a training duel, quietly offer advice to the Masters and bark orders at lazy Apprentices to work ever harder.

Get up, you Pansy! If you were fighting a Lightsider, you'd already be dead! he hisses at a fallen Apprentice who is taking too long to return to his feet. The young man looks up at the Master with an expression of fear mixed with awe. He nods profusely and jumps to his feet for fear of Eothain's wrath for Eothain was known to quickly lose patience.

Somewhat satisfied with what he sees, Eothain strides out of the training hall and heads towards the kitchen to find something to eat. Some of the Knights and even Apprentices fawn over him and are eager to answer his every back and call. If he had requested, he could have a meal brought to him. However, Eothain chooses not to take advantage of the others. As cruel as he is, he believes in every man for himself. To serve another is, in Eothain's opinion, absolutely disgusting. He serves no one and expects the other Dark Jedi to live the same way. Respecting elders and choosing to learn from them is one thing, living your life for them is another. If the Dark Jedi training in the Dackktan temple are not there on their own accord, then Eothain refuses to have them. Ambition and faith in one's own strength and abilities are necessities. Therefore, the Dark Jedi must work for what they want. No one will give them anything on silver platters.

Eothain enters the kitchen deciding he wants a steak.

Kitchens

Eothain looks up from his medium rare steak and potatoes as Xanta enters.

Master...

He nods slightly, and continues to cut into his juicy meal as he listens to what his comrade has to say. The manner in which he entered suggests he has a matter of urgency to discuss. He is not wrong.

Mention of Xiaoxing causes him to put down his utensils. A small smile spreads across his lips.

Xiao? Here? It's about time, he replies. And a holocron you say? Interesting...I am curious to know what it contains.

Eothain rubs his chin in contemplation.

Deactivating her lightsaber and flashing a glare at the other students, Xiao meandered back outside, where she squinted, staring at the outdoor landscape.

Feeling the hot sun beat down on her skin, Xiao stepped back inside.

She was pale, even for someone with such naturally dark hair as herself. Of course, the fact that she dyed her hair unnatural colors made her look more tan than she actually was... more than once, Xiao had sunburned herself due to her own carelessness.

Take the incident on Tatooine, for instance.

Xiao flinched at the memory, silently recalling Alan's all-too-peaceful face. She scowled. She would purge the world of weaklings such as him. The knowledge that she was superior in life was her drive for power. And rest assured, she had once said, she would use that power well.