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The Dark Lord, garbed with his normal equipment and armor, walked through the warmed halls of a citadel on Ziost known as Ruh Burj. The ancient tower was fortified like any other ancient temple on the planet, though access to it was more thorough than some other temples. This was because Ruh Burj doubly served as a brig for newly arrived hopefuls with questionable pasts. Many spies lived their final days in the stone halls. The true believers found freedom into the artic winds of the rest of the Sith academy, where they began the road of the mighty Sith.
Darth Somnus' purpose at Ruh Burj was to determine whether the only occupant of the Burj fell to the former category or the latter. It was hard to tell, according to the rector that governed Ziost, and why the Dark Lord's consultation was requested. The young man, who identified himself as Anthoni, was already a trained Dark Sider. However, his talent in the Force was ingrained, as if taught to use it from the beginning rather than a Dark Jedi who fell to the Dark Side. His curiosity was piqued. Would this young man, who had been disarmed though promised to be given his weapon should he choose to leave the planet; after all, Ruh Burj was more of a staging house than an actual prison. An occupant could leave, but doing so would result in leaving the planet forever.
The Cinnagaran lord entered the room, energy ready but hidden. He had learned years ago that pretending to leave one's guard open allowed people to unconsciously reveal their intent, if hostile or not. "Welcome to Ziost," greeted the Dark Lord. "For what reason have you come here?"
Darth Somnus' purpose at Ruh Burj was to determine whether the only occupant of the Burj fell to the former category or the latter. It was hard to tell, according to the rector that governed Ziost, and why the Dark Lord's consultation was requested. The young man, who identified himself as Anthoni, was already a trained Dark Sider. However, his talent in the Force was ingrained, as if taught to use it from the beginning rather than a Dark Jedi who fell to the Dark Side. His curiosity was piqued. Would this young man, who had been disarmed though promised to be given his weapon should he choose to leave the planet; after all, Ruh Burj was more of a staging house than an actual prison. An occupant could leave, but doing so would result in leaving the planet forever.
The Cinnagaran lord entered the room, energy ready but hidden. He had learned years ago that pretending to leave one's guard open allowed people to unconsciously reveal their intent, if hostile or not. "Welcome to Ziost," greeted the Dark Lord. "For what reason have you come here?"