Just Another Day

[Kaane]

Dawn coughed and hacked up the spittle that was blocking his throat, spitting it on the ground as he took a breath from his inhaler. He was looking at an Imperial cruiser that had just landed outside the academy, marveling at its sleek form. It was a personal dream of his to pilot something larger than a fighter...who knows? He could probably easily liaison with the Navy once he completed his Crusader trials, learn how to command a fleet, get to pilot a fighter that wasn't on the verge of self-destructing...it was a nice dream. But he didn't have time for dreams. Dreams didn't come true. Plans came true: carefully thought-out, methodical plans with alternative solutions for every possible outcome. And though becoming a captain of his own ship and crew might require more in the ways of hard work and study than planning...his other goals required so much more thought on his part.

He pushed his plans aside from now, content to just relax for once. It was a lovely day...at least for Korriban's standards. He smiled as he continued his reverie; these Sith he was surrounded by just didn't know the value of stopping to smell the flowers. Or in Korriban's case the dusty rocks.

After a few more minutes of his thoughts drifting, he decided to meditate on the passion that drove him, seeking to re-align his connection to the Force for the day. He sat and took as deep a breath as his damaged lungs would allow, bringing the mental image of his father into focus...the one that had crippled him, not only in mind, but in spirit. His anger gave way to pride, reveling in the fact that he had defeated this opponent before he could defeat him...and then he reflected on how his passion evolved...from mere hatred for his father to something so much more divine. Something far more perfect. His vision of cleansing the galaxy was as tangible as the ground he sat on...all it would take were a few more years of hard work and planning. And his light would illuminate the darkness and filth that had plagued this land for so long.

"Through my passion is borne my strength..." he recited to himself as he felt the Dark Side surround him, ready to be bent to his will. He smiled; this'd definitely be a lovely day.

 

[Vexillar]

Viole had once been a new student here. He remembered his first day, the day he remade himself. He had been filled with such curiosity and fear. He didn't know what to do. It didn't help that he was a Miraluka, not a common sight among the Sith. Ever since the destruction of his people's home world, they have mostly sided with the Jedi with the occasional exception. His people's history aside, however, he was still just a child when he arrived. Of course he was anxious, nervous, fearful. The instructors all said the same thing; "Use those emotions, channel them into your power and never let anyone stop you." He has done exactly that since arriving on his desert hellhole. He had proven himself in his classes and put his best foot forward in training, which got him selected for a few missions. He made it a point to use his emotional unbalance to make as many acquaintances as possible, since he never knew what being may come in handy. He smiled at this thought and decided to go greet the incoming Acolytes.

He managed to get there just as the ship was landing, and it seemed like he wasn't the only one who was curious about the newcomers. He looked at the Sith, through the Force of course given his physical disability, and slightly tilted his head. This one held a lot of potential. He would certainly be worth getting to know. He seemed lost in thought though, and his aura was radiating Dark Side energies. He must have been in the middle of mediation. Viole didn't want to interrupt him, so he just stood there with his arms folded and looked at the ship. Did he want to fly one day? Hell yes. What was stopping him? He was a terrible navigator. Maybe one day he'd overcome this and be able to pilot properly. Since he, of all people, should know that computers only got someone so far.

The Miraluka moved to lean against a wall as he waited for either the new batch of Acolytes to arrive or for the other Sith to come out of his meditation. From what he could tell, the batch this time around seemed...erratic. Some he could tell wouldn't live passed the first month, others may survive a year. A handful of them, from what he could see, would actually survive Korriban at all. He thought about this for a moment. He wondered if anybody had judged him prior to setting foot off of the ship. Probably. It wasn't like nobody had ever done it before. He pursed his lips slightly as he thought more about the Acolytes and what their time would be like here...even though he knew exactly what it would be like:

Hell in a hand basket.

 

[Frost]

November always enjoyed the feeling of spaceflight, knowing that he was moving at unimaginable speeds and feel as if he were sitting still. He enjoyed the appearance of hyperspace tunnels, marvelling at the brilliant streaks of starlight. Simply amazing. He had heard staring out into space while in hyperspace travel could drive people insane. No, it couldn't be that. Perhaps it was the unknown? Perhaps it was at the end of their intergalactic journey? One could never know when a piece of rubble could just happen to stray in one's path while travelling the speed of light. Hyperspace shadows were devastating or so his father once told him. The unknown begat fear and fear begat madness. The self-taught lesson told him to seek the unknown, to find what hid in the dark. After all, the monster under the bed would be no more once the lights came on.

His thirst for knowledge in his newly awakened sensitivity had brought him to coruscant. Once there they had denied Frost passage to train there. Of course these were just normal students, but November could not fight them without help. The students did give him the coordinates for Korriban however before his departure. Later after coming out of hyperspace as he waited for landing clearance in orbit above the dark orange planet, he shivered. He felt the dark power he could learn here. It was as if the planet radiated it, or maybe it was simply his anxiety and excitement, or perhaps it was bad gas. November wasn't the best cook around. He had waited for some time, but eventually the traffic controller planetside sent him a set of coordinates and apologies for the wait. As it turns out he wasn't the only newcomer here. A whole transport full of prospects had been unloaded just moments prior to his arrival to Korriban.

Frost set his ship to speed, flying down to the planet and set the ship to dock automatically at the indicated port while he collected a few things, mainly his lightsaber, sword, and datapad. The docking area was mostly abandoned of activity, but he could hear the crowd of prospects in the building. Nobody stopped him so far. He smiled as he sprinted through the crowd into the building adjacent to him. It was too crowded and he knew from the Sith's reputation and the various excitements in the room that a fight was inevitable, especially with a few Sith meditating nearby. Perhaps one will wake and level the entire group all together? It would be a sight to see, just as long as he wasn't among them.

November scanned the room for anybody he could have possibly seen before. A high concentration of power fell upon the room in the same matter a mist would, at least it felt like it. It penetrated his skin and sank into his bones. It didn't take long to find the source, especially with it so close. Like looking into a mirror, the origin's appearance was. There were few differences between the two he could tell besides clothing and slightly different hairstyle. They both had pale skin and white hair. Facial structure was similar as well. Perhaps the two were related, but November was sure that his father had not had a brother. Perhaps his family branched off long ago, but even if it did, the way the two looked so similar would be two rare. Maybe... maybe his father had another son before him. It was an interesting thought.

November didn't want to leave, but he didn't want to ruin this man's meditation. He compromised and sat next to him, getting a better look with his eyes hidden in a tight squint. He would wait as long as it would require as November was a patient child, and patience was golden.

 

[Kaane]

Amongst all of the fresh, inexperienced newcomers that unloaded from the ship before him, Dawn felt the presences of two people quite close to him and assumed they had something to say to him. No matter, after so long of doing the same thing over and over again, it didn't take long for him to come in and out of a meditative trance. And he enjoyed a spot of conversation now and again, even if it was about something as frivolous as his clothing or the weather. That was the whole reason why he was here, actually; he needed allies. Perhaps even friends, should it come to that point. As magnificent as his plans were, they needed manpower and the skillsets of many to work properly. He couldn't do absolutely everything by himself, now could he?

He opened his silvery eyes as he turned to the Miraluka standing beside him first. He knew him from an exchange about philosophy they'd had a few days ago. "How many of them do you think'll last the first day?" he joked. He knew how difficult it was as a lowly initiate; you had to have the right mindset for it. No one was born to be a Sith; people were molded by their circumstances, influenced by their family and friends, or the lack thereof, to become what they were meant to be. And judging by the frightened look of half the people that poured off the cruiser, he assumed that they wouldn't be staying for very long. They'd be leaving at some point; some the exact way they came; others in a casket.

He turned to his other side where a boy was sitting next to him, and as he did his mouth nearly dropped open as his eyes opened wide in surprise. It was like looking at his younger self in a mirror; when he had spent every day loving and seeking power with no meaning, before he had found his divine purpose in life. Was his meditation making him hallucinate? Was he seeing some sort of a vision? But after a few moments of careful sensing he realized he was dealing with an actual person. He laughed it off and apologized "Sorry...it's just you're...surprising." The resemblance was almost frightening; if his mother hadn't died in childbirth he might have been his long-lost brother. Even his calm demeanor reminded him of himself.

He would have just kept staring in wonder if he hadn't remembered that he was a real person and not a figment of his mind. "So...anyways...welcome to hell. Or Korriban as these people seem to like calling it. If it's any consolation I'm inclined to believe that you're one of the few people here that actually have potential." The flattery was a bit prideful-sounding on his part, perhaps, but he meant it; he could feel that this boy had suffered something early on in his life. He wasn't quite sure what, but it meant that he would have anger somewhere deep within him. This anger would bring him the strength to defend himself as he grew...and though it was a bestial emotion that he tended to limit his usage of, he recognized that it was something that every aspiring Sith needed to have. If the passion driving a man wasn't strong enough, he'd get nowhere. And then crushed under those who were willing to kill what they were after.

He continued, introducing himself: "I'm Radiant Dawn," he began with a light nod of his head, "and don't even think about saying that you're Radiant Dawn too...otherwise I'd have to seriously reconsider the level of my sanity..."

 

[Vexillar]

His attention was drawn away by the apperance of a ship. Korriban didn't get many visitors. On top of that, whoever was on that ship was a Force User. They were not a Crusader though, that much was for sure. When the ship landed, Viole focused in on the aura on the ship. No. Certainly not anything above an Acolyte. While Viole didn't know everyone who attended this Academy, he did know that not many Acolytes here had a ship. On top of that, those who did have a ship were far more connected to the Force than this man was. Which lead him to believe he was a stranger come to seek training within the walls of the Academy. How...interesting. Viole was truly fascinated by this turn of events. Here he thought today was going to be another boring mundane day filled with training and the possible trip off world.

The attention of the Miraluka was drawn away as the Acolyte he stood near stirred. He seemed familiar, had he met this man before? Then the memory came to him. The discussion. He gave a small bow to the young Sithling known as Dawn. They had traded ideas on Philosophy a while back, and those most of Viole's own words were half truths, since his own particular ideologies didn't exactly line up with the brunt of the Sith. Though Dawn seemed like a kind individual, a rarity among the Sith...at least as far as public and Jedi opinion was concerned, the Miraluka didn't believe in taking chances. A friend today could be an enemy tomorrow, and the walls had ears. Especially on Korriban. Where possible risks were killed, and the weak were killed even quicker. In Viole's mind, he was going over the parts of his latest droid project over and over and over again. His Thought Shield technique, hiding any of his under laying thoughts, emotions, and intentions. Not that he had anything to hide, but again...the walls had ears. "Most of them...but a lot won't live beyond their first week here probably..." His attention was drawn away again as the stranger from his own ship approached them and spoke.

It seemed that these two had a level of similarity in their looks. Viole couldn't see it though, of course, so he just remained quiet and observant. The others from the shuttle got off the ship and began to follow one of the instructors through the halls of Korriban's Academy. He looked at them all more closely as they walked by. He was unimpressed by the lot of them, but that was the fun thing about the Force. You could come in as the weakest link, and, by the end of it all, come out on top. He turned away from them and looked back to the pair of assumed twins before him once more. They may have looked similar, but Dawn had a deeper connection to the Force. That too would change, however. He assumed that this new student was just unfamiliar with the ways of the Force. Such a thing was easily rectified. Regular meditation, reflection, training...and the occasional near death experience. That would whip him right into fighting shape.

 

[Frost]

The child sith concentrated on the man. No, he was not related. It was easier to see now than before, but one could be fooled he smiled his usual smile and turned his vision to the crowd. The older "brother" looked toward the other man and asked him how many of these new prospects would survive that day. In Frost's opinion, he believed all of them would not escape the day unscathed. Almost all of them went about with a certain type of confidence, and not the good type either. They all had the aura of brashness and arrogance. Frost smiled maliciously. Frost was not above pride. In fact he believed he would outlive all of them. It was better than thinking the alternative. It was always best to stay positive about situations. Believing in failure will result in failure. Failure resulted in destruction in one or more of infinite ways.

The older clone then commented that Frost had potential, unlike most of the new students. This surprised Frost. Frost knew nothing of The Force where many of these newcomers had the basics down. It made him feel warm and fuzzy on the inside and took his mind off of the topic of these students' probable impending death. "Thank you", he said with a nod, his left hand toying with the hilt of his lightsaber. The man went on to introduce himself as Radiant Dawn. Like a bright, beautiful morning. The man's bright appearance and yellowish eyes fit the name well. The name struck Frost as poetic, almost to the point of being a nickname, but Frost knew otherwise. "My name is November Frost," November giggled at the man's humor, "It isn't as poetic, but I cant believe it is coincidence that it is the polar opposite of yours. Your name speaks of the beginning of a warm day, mine speaks of the coming winter."

It wasn't the only coincidence between the two that made this a strange meeting. The Force from what Frost understood was like the two sides of a coin, and both were equally mysterious, pulling the strings of the puppet referred to as the Galaxy. Frost was sure the man was thinking the same thing. Frost frowned when he referred to Korriban as Hell. No, Coruscant looked more hellish than this place. He had almost gotten killed trying to navigate through the force storm to get to land. "I think Coruscant qualifies more as Hell than this place", he stated, sharing his opinion. If the other two decided to argue he wouldn't argue back. They had been here longer than he was. Maybe the nightmare simply hasn't started yet.

 

[Kaane]

Dawn eyed the young boy for a moment, thankfully noticing a few subtle differences in their appearnces that made him seem more real. Especially his eyes...they hadn't yet been tainted with the influence of the Dark Side as his own, silvery-golden eyes had. He could only assume that would change as this supposed "brother" of his grew stronger...he was no clairvoyant, but he could tell the boy sitting beside him had the makings of greatness. And not just a Sith's definition of greatness. Even if he hadn't discovered his purpose yet, he could tell that it was more than a shallow search for power.

He also seemed to appreciate poetic irony, commenting on how their names were opposite of one another. He was quite observant...a good quality to have in a place where you always had more enemies than friends. He turned to the Miraluka beside him with a laugh. "If you could see this beyond your Force Sight...you'd probably be as perplexed as I am right now." Everything this boy said just seemed to make him wonder what sort of coincidences made them so similar. He could definitely become an ally should they continue on this path of conversation, and he was eager to keep it up.

But, finally, he seemed to disagree with him on one thing he said; he almost shuddered at the mention of the name Coruscant. He had first initiated into the Sith Order there, and was thankfully transferred to Korriban after a few weeks of novice-level training. He enjoyed his connection with the Dark Side of the Force, but it was too overwhelming there. Its very presence stifled the air, making it even harder for him to breathe than it already was. It was almost tangible. And despite his allegiance to the Sith, the only word he could use to describe it was evil. He tried not to think about his experiences there. He had conquered his fear of the place, at least partially, but it wasn't worth the trouble to continuously think about it. It was in the past. A desolate rock that deserved none of his attention. He had other things to think about.

"Agreed." He said, masking his troubled memories with the place quite well. "But Korriban can get somewhat bothersome after staying here long enough, even if it's only from the incessant barrenness of the place...at least Coruscant is..."exciting," for a lack of a better word. Fortunately, there are some good parts to this place..."

He smiled as he got an idea. Considering that the boy before him could be a potential asset, as well as a personal friend, it would definitely be a good idea to invest in his safety. And though he obviously wouldn't be around to protect him every hour of every day, he could easily give him the knowledge he needed to stay out of harms way. Including where he could go train in peace away from the more brutish Acolytes of the Order that wouldn't hesitate to break him in half just for standing in the wrong place.. Not only that, but he intrigued him greatly; his curiosity drove him to stay with him for a while longer, and perhaps learn of any other connections they might have. A childish curiosity, perhaps, but one he didn't see any reason to deny satisfying.

"I...perhaps we," he said, gesturing to the Miraluka still beside him, hoping to foster a good releationship with him as well, "could show you these more interesting parts, if you felt so inclined."

 

[Vexillar]

Viole always felt strange when names were tossed around. He actually preferred to not do the whole name thing, but he knew it would come up at some point. It always did. Viole hated names because, as far as he was concerned, he was nameless. He was as slave. They never gave him a name. He didn't need one. He was just "boy", "this one", or "him", as well as a slew of other not so friendly names in the Hutt's natural language. He was only called "Viole" because the Sith who "saved" him decided he needed a name. While he was grateful for the name, it simply reminded him of his life as a slave. He tried to embrace that life, turn it into a good thing. The memories of slavery were less than pleasing to him. He could live happily if he never had to give his name out to anyone ever, but alas that was impossible. The benefit, however, to being nameless meant that he could change his name on the fly. All the same, when the two, apparently, twins exchanged their names, Viole remained silent. In part, because of his personal feelings on names and in part because he wasn't asked for his name. Which he didn't take offense to. He also did not comment on their name structures. Sure, he found it to be a bit poetic but such had already been established. So no need to reiterate that point.

At the comment of his way of seeing, he snapped out of his thought process. Looking at the other Acolyte, he would simply nod. Not much to be said about that. Viole loved his Force Sight though. He found it to be a beautiful trade off. While he didn't see color or some details, he saw, what he considered, the truth. His world was bland and void of any aesthetics, but he knew what the world really was. 'Beauty for reality' as he would often say. He chuckled softly as the newcomer commented on the two planets. While Viole had never been to Coruscant, he wasn't sure that it could be worse than this place. This place that radiated the Dark Side. This place where hundreds of thousands of Acolytes had died by their own teacher's planning and plotting. This place where friendships came to die. He didn't comment on this either, however. They seemed to have the situation in control.

His hand slid into a pocket in his robe, as he removed two small cogs. Parts he had salvaged from a droid he was working on. He used the Force to cause them to float about two inches above his palm, and then fit together and spin. He looked at the one called Frost and offered a friendly smile. "If you would like...This one has a free day today. A tour could certainly be worked into his agenda for the day."

 

[Frost]

(sorry for the late and small post, been really really busy regarding my graduation and after.)

Dawn had agreed with Frost, but acknowledged that coruscant was a little more "exciting" than this place. If exciting meant getting struck by random lightning, then coruscant was a frantic experience for him. He was disappointed that Dawn thought this place was Hell. Korriban wasn't that bad. It looked decent from space and he enjoyed the rocky, sandy look of the terrain. Of course he understood who inhabited it would make it like hell. Frost hadn't been here long enough to experience it yet, but he was starting to see that he would soon enough.

Frost stood up and stretched ready to go with the other two Sith to the "Better" parts of Korriban. Considering the nature of the Sith, Frost would have been more cautious in his interactions with them. However he believed it was safe to trust them. Dawn accepted him where others rejected him. "Let's go then! I can't wait!", He exclaimed ready to explore where-ever Dawn would lead him.

 

[Kaane]

(OOC: The plan is gonna be heading for a place where Dawn normally trains for telekinesis practice, then to the tombs of some of those dead Sith people that everyone seems to love for dueling practice. Also, sorry it took me a bit long to make a response, just having a bit of writer's block/ rl issues)

Dawn smiled and pat the boy on the back as he got up leisurely. "What're we waiting for then?" he asked as he pointed in a general random direction and announced "Onward!" as he made his way to a place he found quite soothing to him; it was always a place he had felt safe and calm while training. And it seemed as though both the Acolytes beside him needed a place like that to themselves. He took them back to the Academy's main entrance, snaking through the crowd of Sith passing through and leading them up a few floors with the eventual goal of reaching the roof.

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After a few more minutes of walking and light smatterings of conversation, they reached one of the flat sections of roof of the Academy. A few classes were being taught on the small, flat expanse of rock, but it was not his intention to stay amongst them for long.

"Follow me," he said as he found the place where the cliffs surrounding the Academy met the roof perfectly; it was a hard spot to miss, but after years of finding this foothold that allowed him to climb up the rock face with relative ease, he never forgot.

Taking a small breath from one of his inhalers, he grabbed hold of the rock and began climbing. It was not that far to the top of the plateau they were heading to, but it was certainly a workout for the unprepared. He could have jumped to the top if he really wanted to, but he knew that his "brother" had little knowledge in the ways of the Force, and wouldn't be able to follow his example. Besides; it was refreshing to reaffirm his bodily strength, rather than constantly rely on the Force to face the tasks before him.

After following the easy-to-read path up to the top, he looked down at the two and smiled "Just up here gentlemen...there's not quite much to show for it up here...but it's got a lovely view." He coughed as he realized that the Miraluka wouldn't be able to even know what he was talking about...but still. The closeness to the Force one could gain in such solitude above the Academy was enough for anyone to appreciate.

Should either of them require help to climb up, he would provide it; he was curious to see how the newcomer would fare, however, and so he would hold off until he truly needed it. It would be a test for him at the very least. As they reached the top after him, he sat down and looked at them both with a stoic expression on his pallid face.

"There are plenty of places which these Sith seem to enjoy going to...tombs of dead Lords and the like...I never quite did understand why. The Dark Side is just...stifling there, in a way. Glorious, but stifling. In places like these...it's different. There are no shadows of long-dead figures to hide behind...there's only you..."

He looked at them both, right in Frost's eyes and wherever Viole's eyes would be under his mask. "Believe me. Finding a place like this is important for anyone...I don't think I ever would have gotten this far if I hadn't gotten the chance to find myself up here."

He snapped out of his reverie and grabbed a small pebble, tossing it up and down absentmindedly as he looked at November "So...while we're here...perhaps you could show me what you already know of the Force, Frost. Perhaps we can aid you...make sure the brutes down there don't have the chance to get you while you're defenseless."

 

[Vexillar]

Viole lowered the cogs into the palm of his hands once more. His ears were tuned into the conversation at hand. It seemed to pair were going on a tour of the place. He thought for a moment before deciding to join them on this quest through the Academy. It was pretty big, easy to get lost in if you didn't have a guide...and most Acolytes barely got a guide. Usually it was a simple point in the general direction, or vague verbal directions. Korriban was very much a place that Acolytes came to prosper as a Sith, or die as a weakling. The Sith were very much a 'do it yourself' group as well. That was one thing that had never changed. Personally, Viole hoped it never would. While he hated seeing people fail, he didn't approve of weakness. He didn't see it's point. Everyone served a purpose. Even weaklings. Once they reached the end of their purpose, that's when you discovered where you fell. If you were strong or weak. So he would come with the pair, because he was curious about this 'Frost'. He wanted to see where he fell. He wanted to know if Frost would simply become another forgotten name, a nobody, yet another Acolyte who couldn't hash it on Korriban...or if he would perhaps be something greater. The boy had a connection with the Force to be proud of, Viole could see that much with his sight, but that would only carry him so far.

The Miraluka was silent on their trip to this place that Dawn had in mind. He wondered where they were going, but never once asked. He figured that wherever they went it would be worth it in one way or another. So there was no point in trying to pry information from the other Acolyte. Besides, his silence gave him sometime to think about things. To reflect on his own lessons, and to just relax for a moment. Maybe that's why he really chose to stay? Because the pair's friendly relationship with each other reminded Viole of something he never had. He was a slave...he didn't have friends. He didn't have love or affection. He had a master. He had enemies. He had a harsh wake-up call everyday. He gave a slight shake of his head, barely noticeable. These were concerns that he didn't need to be thinking about. Why he was here didn't matter. What he could make of the situation is what would be important.

Eventually they reach it.

Looking up Viole could clearly see the flatness of the area Dawn wished to take them to. He watched as the male climbs the side. Viole could have climbed, but he didn't feel the need to. He merely looked at Frost and spoke softly. "The Force shall set you free, dearest Frost..." He flashed a friendly smile as he bent reality to his will, ordering the energy of the universe to submit to him and his demands, forcing the Force into his legs. He knelt down and then leaped up impossibly high. He landed gracefully next to Dawn and then looked down at Frost to see how he would fare. He didn't expect him to jump. He really would have been surprised if the young child could even muster the energy to do it. Nonetheless, after Frost joined them he would listen to Dawn's short speech.

"Worry not, Dawn..." He said softly as he noticed the short shift in emotion from the Acolyte. "This one finds beauty in his own way of seeing...After all, is the truth not beautiful?" He arched a brow at the male. Despite the arched brow and the question, he meant it as a rhetorical statement. Merely something to think about.

He listened more to Dawn's words, and found that they had some credibility. It was indeed important to be able to find yourself. Though Viole felt a bit differently than he did in regards to the comment about the tombs of lords long since passed. "The purpose of those tombs is less about the stifling presence of the Dark Side, which resides in all places if you look hard enough, and more about knowing yourself. Knowing your limits and surpassing them. Places like these, removed from the world, are great for finding yourself...but it's just an illusion. A shadow, ironically, of what you are truly capable of. It isn't until you've faced the shadows of past lords, fought through the corruption of the Dark Side, that you can truly discover who you are. Hunter or prey?" He looked to Frost as he spoke the final words, as if challenging the Acolyte to find out for himself what he was, daring him to discover his limits and break through. However he merely walked over to the edge of the platform, clearly not expecting, nor wanting, a response.

At the request to see Frost's Force capabilities so far, Viole turned to look over his shoulder at the boy. It was true. The two Acolytes could at least help to prepare him for the future. This was Korriban, and though Acolytes attacking Acolytes was very much frowned upon...'accidents' happened. He would rather not see this child fall to such accidents. Especially not when the opportunity to help prevent them presented itself like this. After all, that meant that Frost's death would be on Viole's mind. At least this way he would sleep a bit easier at night.