Rising without using her hands, the slender twi'lek left the crystal and gave only a single glance to the mad droid and the student it was lecturing.  The crystal was set out of the way, its potent force slowly gathering the pain and anguish H8 inflicted and pulled from his toys, concentrating them for some unknowable purpose.  The Krath holocron H8 was possessed of could be...unpredictable.  Like much of the Dark Side, even the echoes of the past could move with purpose and power.<br/><br/>She slipped out into the main section of the hold where Xollen forced herself to perform painful and controlled physical meditations.  The boiling wellspring of her absolute hatred radiated from her like the reek of a bantha's freshly skinned pelt.  Darth Simetra walked slowly around the human woman, her staff held loosely at her side as she made the first circuit.  "Do you know why the Jedi practice their asceticism, woman?"  Her question was not rhetorical.  Her good eye moved up and down the Sith cultist's body, appraising, calculating, considering.  Hate ran deep in Xollen's veins, and even though she hid it well on the surface, she was a blazing beacon of Dark Side energies.  Contempt welled up within Simetra, and she fed it into the furnace, pushing her own emotions upon the homocidal student.<br/><br/>"The Old Sith were powerful.  Those that follow the way of the light saber, the way of the warrior sects are powerful, but they are not like the true Dark Lords of old."  Her slow, measured paces moved her around the meditating student in counterclockwise fashion.  She had not completed her second circuit yet, but she continued.  "The Sith of Korriban, and many of the Sith of Malachor would be lesser, merely weapons and tools."  Her disdain and contempt became wrathful, disgust-ridden.  These too she poured upon the young woman, feeding her intense passions and forcing them to rise even higher.  "Those who became the Jedi were their underlings, their victims, their servants....."