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Niona waited, standing in the middle of the training room. Her hood covered her eyes, and she stood silent, arms folded across her chest. She was dressed in her favourite ebony robes, and her crimson-bladed lightsaber was strapped to her side, just visible through her robes. She was waiting for her master, a Dark Master by the name of Menkio. Today she would finally begin her training to become a Dark Crusader.