Jace Arcage
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The smell of ventilated air swirled into Camulos' nose as he stood at the end of the room, arms folded. Though he called this academy, this planet, home, he much preferred the air of Kashyyyk. It was fresher, and much easier to breathe. With each breath he took, he tasted the darkness that lurked over this planet. It reminded him of the past Sith who had been trained here. Some of the greatest minds that ever existed had been trained here, formed and molded.
As he waited for his apprentice to show up, he strode to a nearby table and picked up a datapad, perusing the information it contained. He had read it's contents several times before. But there was something mysterious about it. As if something was missing; as if something hadn't been logged. Scrolling through the information, he reached the top once more.
Brandon Blake..., Camulos burned into his mind.
As he waited for his apprentice to show up, he strode to a nearby table and picked up a datapad, perusing the information it contained. He had read it's contents several times before. But there was something mysterious about it. As if something was missing; as if something hadn't been logged. Scrolling through the information, he reached the top once more.
Brandon Blake..., Camulos burned into his mind.