Tormax was quiet. He continued to think of what he had to do. Her previous words still echoed within his mind. It was empty and all he did was wait for her commands. And then there there they were. She had continued to speak and tell him what to do. He was new to meditating and he was thankful that she was guiding him through this thing, it would no doubt go faster than it would have had originally.
He imagined all of the places that he had already visited upon Korriban. He imagined the Ancient Sith Academy upon Korriban that no doubt thousands if not hundreds of thousands of Sith had passed through the entry point before him. It was a magnificent thing. He imagined dozens of species moving as a single unit through the entrance. Though he imagined the Academy as a fresher and newer sort of thing. It would have obviously started to fall apart during the ages. Unless they built it how they did on purpose, which he doubted. For that would be silly.
He continued on his journey through the meditation of the Dark Side. It was quite a powerful thing. More images flooded through his mind of areas that he had figured had quite a bit of the Force intertwined with it. He had seen the entranes to the tombs of Ajunta Pall and other Dark Lords that he couldn’t name at the moment, the archives themselves, they were quite the place too. There were many Sith Holocrons that were hidden away within the archives, no doubt to hold them for powerful and worthy Sith Lords when the time came. He knew they were locked and hidden away, but he imagined what they looked like.
He imagined them all as different ships, though that was unlikely. He imagined them as pyramids, spheres, some even as queerly designed boxes. And then the most recent memory of all triggered for him. The tomb of the unknown Sith Lord. The SIth Lord’s whose name was written in Sithe’ese. The one where the tomb had a terentatek guarding it. He imagined the terentatek dying and it’s roar when he had casted the force within it. He remembered how the force spark felt as it left his fingers and it seemed to have shoved him deeper within his own meditation upon the dark side.
And then he remembered his Master taking his kill away from him. The only kill that would have been relevant in his time upon Korriban, no doubt. At least as an Apprentice. He had wanted to cut off it’s head at the time, but that would not have been ideal. He would have had to have walked back to the Academy dragging the beast’s ugly head through the sand. It would have been silly for him to do that. He had even thought about striking off it’s hand or part of it’s tail. That would have no doubt been the thing to see, seeing an Apprentice lugging the head of an ancient darkside beast through the sand.
And then he realized. The most powerful thing he had ever encountered within his time upon Korriban as an Acolyte, and now an Apprentice. It was the Sith Code. He had learned it in Imperial Basic, Republic Basic, and then finally, he had been taught, it in the language of Sith’ese. It was the only Sith’ese that he knew, but it was the most powerful words he had known.
[SIZE=10.5pt]Wonoksh Qyâsik nun. The Force Shall Free Me. [/SIZE]
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