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"Mos Eisley Spaceport. You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy. We must be cautious." The words spoken by a wise man several centuries before Xanthus was born, words which Xanthus unknowingly echoed a variant of everytime he set foot anywhere near the infamous spaceport. The occasions were rare wherein the Assassin found himself willingly approaching the dread place, yet here he was, entirely of his own free will. Fate, or perhaps the Force, truly had a twisted sense of humor. 'Then again...' He began to muse to himself, 'I believe that I already knew that, all things considered.' After the truly intriguing events that occurred on Tython, it seemed that Xanthus had acquired another student, yet another young mind eager to learn the secrets of the dark side from him. How many minds did that mean he was currently teaching?
Zaerus, Xotomi, and now Jason Kole, so three in total. Two Sith Acolytes, and one former Jedi Padawan. If Ben Losan were still a technical 'apprentice,' he would have been simultaneously attempting to teach four, though truth be told the Sith Order would have only counted to two of them, considering that the other two were being trained on what Xanthus liked to call his 'personal time.' Irony sang therefore, at the thought that Xanthus would have the sudden thought to experiment with mixing his 'Sith time' with his 'personal time.' Inside of a seedy little cantina that just looked to be ready to erupt in violence at the slightest opportunity, Xanthus awaited the physical response to a message that he had sent out quite some time ago. A summons, to be specific, to his powerful darkside apprentice, Xotomi. As he recalled, the message was worded along these lines: 'Come to Tatooine, Xotomi. To the Mos Eisley Spaceport specifically. Tis time to continue your training. Be prepared, for this task shall not be simply completed.' Yes, that sounded akin to what he had said in his message. Knowing his apprentice, she was well on her way, tearing apart the Galaxy in order to reach him all the faster.
With a chuckle, Xanthus turned his attention to the one of his three apprentices that was actually physically with him at the moment. As the Assassin was dressed in a simple black armorweave hooded robe and wore his lightsabers rather freely on his belt, he imagined that the reason why people were giving him and Jason such a wide berth was because they suspected the two of being force-wielders. Observant lot, the people of Mos Eisley. "Well, this place has changed little." Xanthus said in a drawl as he took a sip of something that smelled terrible and burned even worse as it went down. "If it wasn't for the nostalgia, I doubt that I would ever come here at all." He said with a slight chuckle in his voice. Doubtlessly, Jason would likely be growing impatient with him soon, considering that the Assassin had neglected to tell him exactly what they were doing in this seedy little tech-tavern. The lopsided half-smile probably did not help matters, but Xanthus always wore it when he figured that he had someone else's thought patterns guessed at least semi-correctly.
Zaerus, Xotomi, and now Jason Kole, so three in total. Two Sith Acolytes, and one former Jedi Padawan. If Ben Losan were still a technical 'apprentice,' he would have been simultaneously attempting to teach four, though truth be told the Sith Order would have only counted to two of them, considering that the other two were being trained on what Xanthus liked to call his 'personal time.' Irony sang therefore, at the thought that Xanthus would have the sudden thought to experiment with mixing his 'Sith time' with his 'personal time.' Inside of a seedy little cantina that just looked to be ready to erupt in violence at the slightest opportunity, Xanthus awaited the physical response to a message that he had sent out quite some time ago. A summons, to be specific, to his powerful darkside apprentice, Xotomi. As he recalled, the message was worded along these lines: 'Come to Tatooine, Xotomi. To the Mos Eisley Spaceport specifically. Tis time to continue your training. Be prepared, for this task shall not be simply completed.' Yes, that sounded akin to what he had said in his message. Knowing his apprentice, she was well on her way, tearing apart the Galaxy in order to reach him all the faster.
With a chuckle, Xanthus turned his attention to the one of his three apprentices that was actually physically with him at the moment. As the Assassin was dressed in a simple black armorweave hooded robe and wore his lightsabers rather freely on his belt, he imagined that the reason why people were giving him and Jason such a wide berth was because they suspected the two of being force-wielders. Observant lot, the people of Mos Eisley. "Well, this place has changed little." Xanthus said in a drawl as he took a sip of something that smelled terrible and burned even worse as it went down. "If it wasn't for the nostalgia, I doubt that I would ever come here at all." He said with a slight chuckle in his voice. Doubtlessly, Jason would likely be growing impatient with him soon, considering that the Assassin had neglected to tell him exactly what they were doing in this seedy little tech-tavern. The lopsided half-smile probably did not help matters, but Xanthus always wore it when he figured that he had someone else's thought patterns guessed at least semi-correctly.