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The archives would have to do without their chief custodian, for a few hours at least. Lecchamemnon had business elsewhere as he often did, although this time it was not off planet. It was local, insular. The Lore Master of the Jedi was not accustomed to being called upon to teach a padawan, but he would not be found wanting of his duty to pass down the teachings of the Jedi. It did not do to focus entirely upon your enemies... That way led only to the darkness of a fall from grace. Lecchamemnon did not intend to fall.
His Knight-to-be was one "Dread Nonomyth". A simple search of the archives had led to detailed records of a family that had endured about 14000 years, and had spread into numbers that almost defied belief. The Lore master knew that to have such a strangely lop sided growth pattern there must have been a phenomenal amount of inbreeding somewhere along the line, but that was not his concern. What was more worrying was the trail of destruction and evil the family had left over the millennia. They seemed to be steeped in darkness... Anarchists, Nihilists and murderers all. How one had managed to get into the Order of the Jedi at all was anyone's guess, although it stank of the politicking Lecchamemnon despised. He made a mental note to get to the bottom of the mystery, as well as to ascertain whether or not this "Dread" was worthy of the title Jedi. He assumed that this was why he had been assigned to the hopeful.
He waited now in one of the many classrooms dotted about the vast Temple of Tython. The Nonomyth had been called and told the location, but not who was to be his master. That was the way Lecchamemnon preferred.
His Knight-to-be was one "Dread Nonomyth". A simple search of the archives had led to detailed records of a family that had endured about 14000 years, and had spread into numbers that almost defied belief. The Lore master knew that to have such a strangely lop sided growth pattern there must have been a phenomenal amount of inbreeding somewhere along the line, but that was not his concern. What was more worrying was the trail of destruction and evil the family had left over the millennia. They seemed to be steeped in darkness... Anarchists, Nihilists and murderers all. How one had managed to get into the Order of the Jedi at all was anyone's guess, although it stank of the politicking Lecchamemnon despised. He made a mental note to get to the bottom of the mystery, as well as to ascertain whether or not this "Dread" was worthy of the title Jedi. He assumed that this was why he had been assigned to the hopeful.
He waited now in one of the many classrooms dotted about the vast Temple of Tython. The Nonomyth had been called and told the location, but not who was to be his master. That was the way Lecchamemnon preferred.