<div class="floatleft"><strong>Darth Moros, Erobas Khane</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong> Korriban, Sith Academy: Outer Steps<br/><strong>Tag:</strong> Temor, anyone<div class="floatleft"><hr/>"Dominar." Moros said in equally as simple fashion as Temor. A fellow Darth, and member of the rival family Dominar. Though there were few among the Sith whom Moros did not consider a rival of some sort, even his own son who stood beside him. He could remember the day he stabbed his own father in the back and took the mantle of head of his household for himself. It was one of the greatest moments of his life. <br/><br/>"You are right, even the lowest among us can rise from the pit of obscurity to become something far greater. But then, there are some who are simply born with greatness flowing in their veins, like yourself."  He said with a pleasant tone, and a grin, to Temor still standing close by. Moros could hear the comments being exchanged as he approached the group gathered at the steps. <br/><br/>Erobas was standing aside now, after taking some steps away from his father and could only cross his arms and shake his head at the sound of his father. He knew, and suspected this other Darth knew, that these were simply feigned pleasantries hiding a deeper seeded hatred. Moros despised the Dominar's, they were pompous lapdogs of the council, and always received special treatment and privileges because of it. That was his own jaded opinion at the least. Yet still he rambled on, not allowing Temor to respond.<br/><br/>"But that is why we are all here." Moros exclaimed while taking a step forward and circling about, looking around at the faces of all the Sith and acolytes gathered there. "To see who has the strength to rise above their station and earn their place in this great Empire. Each of you have that chance come tomorrow, to begin to form your own legacy, as we rebuild what's been lost." He looked out at the faces of the many acolytes the Overseers had gathered out there, surely the very best the academy had to offer, and in earnest Moros was none too impressed, yet he concealed that well.<br/><br/>"Each should prepare themselves, tomorrow will be a test of might and will to determine the very best among you. And you will have the eyes of these great lords from across the galaxy upon you. Impress them, and soon you may be able to count yourself among them and call yourself Sith." The elder pureblood exclaimed to the crowd gathered about him.<br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft"><strong>Unknown Hooded Figure</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong> Korriban Shuttle Landing<br/><strong>Tag:</strong> Tala Drass<br/><hr/>"Good, you don't ask questions.” He said as he reached inside of his coat. The shady man pulled out a holopad from his coat and laid it next to her on the step swiftly, and subtly. “His name is Lord Bracken. He’s arriving in the hour. My employer expects him dead by the end of the day. Consider this a test. If you succeed, be at the tournament tomorrow… somewhere quiet. I will find you and give you your next task.” He said to Tala as he stood from his seat, leaving the holopad behind, and walking off from where he came, and disappearing around a corner. He made sure not to speak loud enough to be in earshot of any of the others, whom they were seated slightly away from, but he spoke clearly enough for Tala to hear.<br/><br/>On the holopad is a holographic image of Lord Bracken, a Human Sith who recently killed his own master Lord Korris, and earned his new title in the process. He’s considered a “lesser” Sith by many and according to the holopad is described as arrogant, foolish, and a “minimal threat.” </div></div></div>