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Royston stood in the sparring chamber, tightening the belt of his training uniform for the hundredth time as he fought to control a very uncharacteristic bout of nervousness.
It wasn't every day that you spent one-on-one time with The Dark Lord of the Sith, after all. As a Dark Councilor, of course, he had more access to the Barabel than most, but he had never really capitalized on it before. In fact, the Spymaster and the former Warmaster hadn't really interacted much at all. For the most part, what was going on in that cold, reptilian brain was a mystery to Spektor.
It was about time to shed a bit of light on that mystery.
And so Royston had requested a private sparring session with the Dark Lord, a privilege that was his to utilize as a Dark Councilor. If nothing else, Roy's saber game would get a bit of work, something he could surely benefit from given that he wasn't busy with Vica's training anymore.
If things went according to plan, though, better skill with a blade would be the least of the benefits from this meeting. You see, Royston Spektor was beginning to play a very dangerous game, one in which Darth Vereor was an as-yet-unwitting competitor or obstacle, and so the Spymaster needed to pick his brain a bit.
As the saying goes: know your enemy as you know yourself
It wasn't every day that you spent one-on-one time with The Dark Lord of the Sith, after all. As a Dark Councilor, of course, he had more access to the Barabel than most, but he had never really capitalized on it before. In fact, the Spymaster and the former Warmaster hadn't really interacted much at all. For the most part, what was going on in that cold, reptilian brain was a mystery to Spektor.
It was about time to shed a bit of light on that mystery.
And so Royston had requested a private sparring session with the Dark Lord, a privilege that was his to utilize as a Dark Councilor. If nothing else, Roy's saber game would get a bit of work, something he could surely benefit from given that he wasn't busy with Vica's training anymore.
If things went according to plan, though, better skill with a blade would be the least of the benefits from this meeting. You see, Royston Spektor was beginning to play a very dangerous game, one in which Darth Vereor was an as-yet-unwitting competitor or obstacle, and so the Spymaster needed to pick his brain a bit.
As the saying goes: know your enemy as you know yourself