*Where are they taking me?*
*What is to become of me?*
*Is this to be how my story ends?*
Kryy uneasily stepped off the shuttle that had so generously housed him and several other Force wielders of varying races. One in particular had caught Kryy's eye. A Sith Pureblood who had sat next to him on the short traverse across the unknown planet. it left Kryy with a sense of unease to add to the feeling in which he felt already. To what a Sith Pureblood and he should have in common was enough to set Kryy's mind wondering unto many different scenarios...
Two large monuments stood guard on either side of a large archway that did little to invite one inside. The group was ushered along by several men in dark grey armor, all displaying Empire insignia. Just what had Kryy gotten himself into...? As they entered the large building - which Kryy could only presume was an Academy of some sort - a shadowy hooded figure stood above watching from a viewpoint that juttered out of the wall. He stood there, his face enveloped in darkness and watched as we were marched into a lecture hall of some decsription. An assorment of chairs organised in curved rows. Each row being a little longer and a little higher up.The group was then greeted and welcomed to what was known as the "Shadow Academy". A source of knowledge like few in the galaxy. A place of learning and of power. They were the newest recruits and they upheld the responsibility of learning all they could and doing the Empire proud. The sudden role placed upon Kryy startled him and he began to freak. What if he couldnt do this? Could he really be a tool to the Dark Side? Could he abolish the teachings of the Jedi and start anew as an apprentice of the Dark Lord himself?
Not everyone was forced into silence. One disciple, another Human like Kryy stood up in a rage and demanded why he should be brought here and made to perform on the whim of others. His sentence was broken only by himself. He began to gurgle and gasp, grasping at his neck in terror. The class looked on in horror as with a loud *crack*, the body of the boy fell silent and limp before finally collapsing to the ground. The Grand Master had entered the room... The class fell silent, all eyes on the hooded figure. The figure proceeded to remove his hood revealing a man of distinct feature. The clean facial hair and scars indicated a man of age but gave no insight into just what number. His cloak his much of his attire but the light glistened of numerous hilts. All of which may belong to the man himself or serve as relics of his adventures. The figure introduced himself as, Muz Ashen, Grandmaster (GM) of the Dark Jedi Brotherhood. The man to his left who had addressed us first was the Headmaster of the Shadow Academy (SA). We would answer to the Headmaster for all of our training within the halls and our grades would be bestowed accordingly after grading from the Headmaster had taken place.
All of this was alot to take in in one instance. The arrival on an unknown planet in which Kryy was yet to find out the name of, to the albeit sudden welcoming into the DJB. The looks across the room were enough to cause a crease of concern upon the Grandmaster's face. Did he believe that the group had what it took? The thought did little in the way of helping Kryy sleep that night...
Kryy Vitaan