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Candles. Incense. The gentle, yet pounding hum of war drums. To the inexperienced eye, it was another scene straight out of a new age self-help holo-book. But it was in fact something far more meaningful.
Dawn sat, cross-legged in the middle of the room, a dojo, if you will, his usual Sith garments discarded for the pale kimono he once wore as an Acolyte. It was once quite bare here, miscellaneous bits and pieces of discarded training materials littering the corners and walls. It had been handed over to Dawn once he had been promoted, a room for his personal use. Dawn had since industriously cleaned the space up, and begun decorating it with different bits and pieces from his travels and experiences with the Echani homeworld, Eshan. A world where the word of mouth always came second to combat. Like most of his half-brothers and sisters, he had always believed that a fight could express more than verbal communication ever could. And now, it was time for his other family, that of the Sith, to learn that truth.
He looked up from his meditation, surveying the exotic bladed weapons, the tapestries depicting the beliefs and symbols of his people...or rather, what should have been his people. His father had robbed him of this glorious heritage...but he had been making amends for this mistake of fortune. And by teaching others the ways of Echani battle, he would continue on that path. And perhaps, similar to how he had filled up this room in the Academy, he would fill up the empty room in his heart.
He checked the time, displayed on a simple clock above the doorway. His students would be arriving soon. He had instructed them to keep their minds and hearts open for this little class...it was time to see who would see truth in the Way of the Pale Warrior.
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