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Saryn wandered the corridors of his home away from home, the Sith Academy of Korriban. It had been many months since landing here, and now he was a Sith Warrior. The maze that was the academy had become as familiar as the tattoos that were etched across the back of his hand. He strode through the corridors with confidence, his eyes well used to the dim light the few skylights far overhead provided. He was searching for something, actually more like someone. Now that he had been promoted , Saryn wanted an apprentice to kick around. Someone to mold into a true Sith, to eliminate weakness and leave nothing but strength in its' place.
His Force Sense broke his reverie. He felt someone that had some capacity with the Force, but the detail about this person that intrigued Saryn was that he recognised this person as a native of Iridonia. He smirked and hastened in this new person's direction. Saryn found the Acolyte in a large empty room. He crossed his arms and glared at the Iridonian in the center of the room.
His Force Sense broke his reverie. He felt someone that had some capacity with the Force, but the detail about this person that intrigued Saryn was that he recognised this person as a native of Iridonia. He smirked and hastened in this new person's direction. Saryn found the Acolyte in a large empty room. He crossed his arms and glared at the Iridonian in the center of the room.