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Korriban, the ancestral home of the Sith, a place where the force lived and breathed in the very rocks of the planet. The Dark lords of the Sith are buried within its tombs and their power still resonates throughout the planet. It is a place of worship and a place of pilgrimage for the Sith still loyal to the Old Empire.
Acolytes are brought to Korriban to begin their training in the abilities of the Sith. They are tested day and night to weed out the weak and strong alike. Korriban is not a place for the faint of spirit or the disbeliever. There are spirits there that will take their due and break the weak without an inch of compassion. The planet itself appears to have been created to forge the young into strong force wielders for the cause of the Dark.
The Sith Academy resides on Korriban and draws great numbers of the force sensitive to their doors. Only the strongest are able to even gain entrance, much less be trained. Once you complete the academy you must then find a Master or if you are truly fortunate, a Patron, to assist you with completing your training and leading you on the path of power through the Rule of the Strong.
The transmission had been brief and to the point. Artarion recalled that he had been in the fresher in the acolyte’s quarters when it had come in. Stepping out he had almost dried immediately due to the dry heat of Korriban. Pulling on a robe he had made his way to the comm terminal in his quarters and hit the receive message button.
“Acolyte your presence is commanded at 6pm tomorrow eve. You will be present outside the acolyte’s quarters where you will be met by your driver who will escort you to a meeting.”
There was no signature, no sigil, and still no question in his mind that he would go to this meeting. This request was made by someone deep in the Rule of the Strong, or a fool. Either way, Artarion would travel to the meeting and either find enlightenment or sport.
At 5:45PM local time, Artarion stood outside the acolytes’ quarters on Korriban. He wore his best robes and had both of his lightsabers with him. He was immaculately groomed and there was even a shine on his boots, he was sure the slaves had worked tirelessly on them. In fact, he knew they had because he had ordered them whipped until they finished. Slaves was one thing that Korriban had in spades.
As the chrono stuck the hour, a black PL-90 Luxury speeder arrived outside the building holding the acolyte’s quarters. The door opened, and a droid driver came around the front of the speeder and nodded to Artarion. “I am R-93B, I will be your driver for the evening sir. Please enter the vehicle.”
Artarion crossed to the vehicle as if he had not heard the droid even speak. It was a servant and that meant it was beneath his station. He settled into the rich leather interior and looked over the inside of the immaculate vehicle. The door closed and soon the vehicle started moving. There was nothing inside the vehicle to give any indication to whom the car belonged.
The droid drivers voice sounded from the intercom system. “If it please you sir, you are welcome to any of the refreshments in the passenger compartment, compliments of your host.”
Artarion looked over the assembled knicks, knacks, snacks and beverages in the rear passenger compartment. He would not eat any of it yet, he had heard of more than one acolyte being poisoned in the past. He simply sat back into the seat and closed his eyes, meditating on the encounter to come. He tapped his annoyance at not knowing the source of the summons. How dare they. This opened the force to a trickle. Artarion felt he might need the river for this one but held off, waiting to see where they might be going.
Eventually they made their way to a mansion in the far part of the Western wastelands. The mansion was enormous and Artarion was immediately on his guard. The gates to the compound opened on an elaborate courtyard, filled with statuary. They appeared to be great Sith of old, fighting against unseen foes. Artarion took note of as many as he could, eyes scanning everything as they arrived at the front doors of the main mansion itself. Seemingly carved out of the side of the mountain, the front of the building was a masterpiece in architecture and sculpture. Not to mention the fact that it positively oozed with the dark force.
Artarion stepped out of the vehicle when the door was opened and placed his hands behind his back. A young Sith female in the uniform of a guard escorted him into the house proper and led him to a room to one side of the main room. It appeared to be a library of sorts and he was asked to stay there. Artarion placed his hands behind his back and started to peruse the shelves, the collection was quite impressive.
@Mithias