I walked back into the academy and looked around. The recruits were training with their lightsabers, making sure that when they struck their oponent they killed. They were all tired, and sloppy. I grew angry as I watched them fighting, they all seemed pathetic. I wanted to go over there and kill them all, they all seemed so weak, and willing to give up. I wanted to bring out their true potential. Scowling, I slowly walked over to where they were fighting, the shortsaber in my robe's sleeve fell down into my palm.

They didn't stop dueling when I reached them, they just kept fighting, each one trying to corner the other. I spotted some familiar styles as I stood there. One student was using Makashi against another student who was using Soresu. The two students who seemed tired but were too proud to give up were using an Ataru/Djem So type style, a very deadly combination. Those two should do very well when they become true Sith. Those are the only two that I push down with the Force and call over.

When they realize who is calling them, they jog over and deactivate their lightsabers. "You two have done very well, as the Master of this academy I grant you both the right to live, only if you can answer the two questions I am about to ask you. If you answer correctly, you are promoted to saber training apprentices. If not, well, I think we all know what will happen. Are you ready students?"

"Yes, Master Scathe."

"Yes, Master."

"Good, now this question is for rectuit Doorin: The Sith code contains our most basic teachings, stating that Passion is the root of all our victories, true or false: love is one of the most dangerous emotions a Sith can feel?"

"True, Master Scathe."

"Why?"

"Because if one loves anything it can eventually begin to lead to love for life, and then love for people, then love for everything that may need to be killed if it gets in your way. And this can turn even the greatest of Sith to the light."

"Good. Now, recruit Sarin, this question is for you: Revan was one of the greatest Sith to have walked the galaxy, until his dissapearence, turn to the light, and falling in love with the Jedi Bastila Shan. True or False: When Revan found the Star Map on the planet Korriban he took with him a ceremonial Sith lightsaber that once belonged to the great Sith Naga Sadow."

"That is unknown, Master Scathe."

"Which part?"

"The part about the lightsaber, Master. It was never confirmed whether it belonged to Naga Sadow or not, because Revan either took it with him when he dissapeared, or it was lost over time. Also there is no record of Naga Sadow ever having his lightsaber buried with him, or if he even possesed a lightsaber"

"Very good, both of you have been allowed to live, for now. Go get some rest." I say. They have both proven themselves well, and they will make good saber insturctors. I pick the other two students up by the neck and bring them over to me. They deactivate their sabers when they see me. I let them fall to the ground and they kneel. "What is thy bidding, Master?" they say together. I smile, at least they know what to say. "You two are fighting horrbily! Both of you are refusing to improvise! The two students I just let go where both evenly matched, and their battle would have lasted until one was too tired to continue and died! You two are so tired your moves have become sloppy, and you're both lucky you didn't kill the instructors watching you! I am assigning you to train against the training captives, and pray that when I see you both fight again, I am not as dissapointed."

"Yes, Master Scathe." They are good boys, but they both need to realize that the outside world is tougher than the academy. When they leave ... no, IF they leave, I want them to be ready for whatever lies ahead. "Who was training those two?" I ask, very commanding. Their instructor comes running forward and kneels down at my feet. "I was, Master."

"Then you are prepared to die?"

"Maste-?" My shortsaber pierces into his forehead, a vibrant Silver light shines out from the emitter. I look around, the saber still in his head, and his body still looking at me, locked in his last moment. "Let this be a lesson to all incompetant teachers." I say as I deactivate the shortsaber and walk away from the body. There are no mumbles when I leave, no mention of what I just did, or how wrong it was, nothing to give the idea away that I went too far, and no mention from the other instructors of how they felt sorry for the man. Good, that is very good. I walk towards the comm facility on the other side of the academy, and all the people inside the academy wish that I don't take notice of their failings as I slowly move past them.