Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-11588669-20150617171154/@comment-11588669-20150617182815

"Why, out of all the Lords we have squatting in this place, did I get settled with you two...?" The masked Lord 'muttered' loudly, casually using the Force to send a too-slow acolyte sprawling. A glare that promised tortures untold ensured the fool would stay put as Noctum stalked past. A little bit of Force-induced hallucinations helped as well.

The Dark Council wonders why we have separate factions screaming for Sith purity...maybe if they let less idiots pass the test, then they wouldn't have a problem, now would they?

"We're going to get another Lord, my apprentice, and her sister, Orion, Lord Tsura. The Dark Council wants to take Kashyyk. And you know the Republic and Wookies aren't going to let it go quietly. Like children clinging to their toys." His voice came out slightly synthesized through the mask. He liked it that way; it added a certain anonymity to it.

As the lead male stepped into the training room, he risked a glance around. The place was so Spartan it was almost barren; the minimalistic benches on the side for any trainees too weak to suffer through it were barely that, and none of the fineries or draperies that other Sith put up were in here. This was a room for concentrating and combat, nothing more, nothing less. It was all it needed to be.

Currently, aside from the smattering of acolytes that watched, there was a Master teaching her apprentice form VII, by the look of it, and another girl with black hair currently swinging a large lightsaber around. He took a second to study her form, and frowned. His hand subtly shifted, reaching out with the force to try and yank her slightly off balance left leg out from under her.