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The zabrak merely glared at the human. That story, the story about revenge, was far too common among the Sith here. Of course, that was partly the reason why the Gatesmaster had joined. He grinned wickedly at his apprentice's question and stood perfectly still. In the blink of an eye, literally, Jastin flew into the cold durastell wall, leaving a very slight dent as he slid to the floor. Darth Thrax casually stepped towards his apprentice, who layed crumpled on the floor. While still approaching Jastin, Thrax lifted his hand into the air causing Jastin to do the same.
"It seems that we have much work to do." Thrax bared his teeth as he lowered Jastin back to the floor and glared down at him. "Go to the training room and duel my other apprentice, Iyezo. Come back to me when you are finished. Oh, and don't worry, he will not kill you." His lips curled into a sinister grin. With that, he pointed to the door and turned back around, heading back to his desk. _________________

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