Darth Simetra opened her eyes and allowed her hands to unclench, unfold.  She turned her bright, penetrating eye upon the young human.  "Such a vision of the future is interesting, child, but it is not noteworthy.  Did you believe what we seek is not also sought by others?  Your vision is not wasted however.  Meditate upon it, and use what you can glean from it to prepare your battlefields."  Her voice, ever shifting from harsh rasp to songbird sweet, was quite clear and easy to hear throughout the freighter's cargo hold and even somewhat into the infirmary.<br/><br/>"If I were you, Xollen, Damiana, I would undertake practice of these two techniques.  You have gone as far as your warrior caste teachings can take you.  You must follow me to where those who see only the raw Force cannot follow.  That which you call the Living Force is great, but it is as small a part of the force as the Light Side.  Only by studying the greater whole can you achieve a measure of greatness yourselves."  It was less encouragement than warning.  They were students, and these techniques required the presence of another to be practiced effectively, since competition and infighting would provide stress that made the techniques necessary.  But they would soon be stepping into the wider, deeper oceans of the Sith lords, and in such a place their foolish reliance on light saber techniques would fail them sooner, rather than later.<br/><br/>Gesturing, the witch-like teacher pulled her staff to her from the floor nearby.  It was interesting that Xollen had not tried to attack her.  She might be salvageable after all.  She suspected either Damiana or Xollen would become her apprentice; Rax was far too involved with the mad droid's teachings, and far too deeply involved in the Living Force alone to be a very good apprentice to her.  Still, his caution and intellect might leave him alive at the end of this journey.  She would make a recommendation to him at that point, if he was worthy enough of her fellow master's attention.  There was no question in Simetra's mind that she would survive this.<br/><br/>She turned from the room and walked back into he infirmary, studying H8's newest experiment with interest, and giving a single glance up to study the shapely androgyne's poise upon her perch.  She deliberately turned away from the creature, disdain evident in her attitude.  She'd made her offers of teaching, if the creature was too stupid to seek further instruction or practice on its own, then it was only fodder for the enemy.  "Where has Rax gone, H8 DR01B?  I trust he's survived the latest of your gifts?"  She was as wary around the mad droid as anyone, but unlike most she had no qualms about destroying it.  Valuable as its knowledge was, Simetra preferred that it remain as cautious of her as she was of it.