<br/>Xennon sat in the Sith Temple's library, looking through old flimsiplast documents about long deceased Sith Lords, like Exar Kun and Uliic Kel Droma. His favorite to read about what Darth Revan though, that Sith Lord was still a mystery and there was much apparently that had been left out of the records, destroyed, or forgotten. The young Sith closed his book and gathered it into his arms to take with him back to his quarters. Normally, this was not allowed but, just about everyone, including the Sith Masters, avoided the library like a plague. He always assumed it was because there was nothing more for them to learn. But while reading about these past Sith Lords, Xennon realized that there might have been another reason. The doctrines in those pages were old and antiquated but, most of them made sense. The "Rule of Two" for example, it made sense for the time that it was created in but, now, in modern times, that rule was in need of modifying. Killing off resources like that so that only two people held the dominant power was just wasteful, and stupid.<br/><br/>The weak served the strong, that's how the galaxy worked and always would.<br/><br/>If a leader was too weak to see a blade pointed at his heart before it plunged into his flesh, he needed to be removed from his position so that the stronger and more worthy could rule. Thus strengthening the whole, without wasting the former's remaining talents. Xennon deftly manuevered the twisting dark hallways of the academy and eventually came to his room, if you could call it that. The door whisked upwards silently and Xennon entered. The room itself looked as if it had been crudely cut out of the surrounding rock, and much of the furniture in it was that way as well, though the craftsmanship of the furniture was of a notably higher quality than the room itself. Benches instead of chairs, stone tables instead of desks and a cot, for lack of a better word, that was directly attached to the wall, also made out of stone, the bookshelves were simple giant shallow holes that had been carved out of the rock. Xennon put the flimsiplast documents on his shelf and turned around to find a Sith Master in his doorway.<br/><br/>His heart lept into his throat, he briefly wondered if the dark lord was there to punish him for taking the documents out of the library "Lord Talkus" he said with a nod "what brings you here?"<br/><br/>The dark lord smiled, looking for all intents and purposes like a wraith, whose only image beneath the dark hood was his carnivorous yellow teeth and pointed chin, which gleamed like a dagger in the light "Your last sparring match to be blunt. Impressive. Lady Veldune also tells me of your talent with the Force, not to mention the success of your last mission. She holds you in high esteem I think. Master Chizzarra has commented on your proficiency with the training room, what is it the Acolytes call it? "The blood room"? You've gained quite a bit of attention."<br/><br/>Xennon smiled a bit relieved to be hearing the praise from the swordsman "Yes, Master Veldune was the one that found me after all. Thank you Master for the praise...but..surely you didn't come all the way from the Tower to tell me that." Xennon quirked an eyebrow, intrigued  about what the Sith Lord could possibly want of him.<br/><br/>"Quite right. I have another mission for you, gather your things and meet me in the council chambers in twenty minutes for a mission briefing" Master Talkus said uncrossing his arms and turning to walk back into the hallway. The door closed behind him and when it did Xennon smiled. Another mission, this was perfect. This is what he needed in order to prove himself to the council and rise in rank. Xennon grabbed up his battle worn cloak, placing it on his shoulders after gathering his second lightsaber and clicking it onto his belt. Then he stepped up to the door, which whisked upwards once again to admit him and made his way to the Council Chamber.