Jace Arcage
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*Camulos walked through the halls of the Sith Academy. There was something different about the air. It wasn't anything like he had ever inhaled before. It was thicker...colder. Though it may not be quite as easy to breath, he welcomed this new air. As he walked, he thought about the many other people who have been trained here. Many of the greatest Sith have probably been trained in the very halls he strode through. As he approached a door, he saw a sign next to it reading "0183". Yep, this was it. He walked forward and the doors slid open automatically. He took caution upon entering. Sure it was a Sith training room, but it was training. He had to be ready for anything. He hadn't seen anyone in the room, so he stepped to the left of the door and leaned against the wall, awaiting whoever might be training him. From previous knowledge of the Sith, Camulos had one thing on his mind: absolute obedience.*