Orias watched the conversation between the Jedi. Every second that this new Jedi talk, was another second that he wanted to shut her up. "Oh great, one of you. See, this is why I didn't want one of those here. Their stuck up "better-than-thou" bantha poodoo is something the entire universe could do without." he said as soon as Cluyr had finished. "I choose to reject everything that makes life fun, so I must be better than you." he said in a shrill, girly imitation of the womans voice. He felt a twinge of agreement from one of the guards. "See, that guy knows what i'm talking about." he motioned over to the guard, who simply put on his most serious face and stood to attention. She then mentioned that he was Grey "Please, i'm more Sith than any of those bickering cowards that you've faught. True Sith isn't evil. True Sith are those that embrace every single part of the force, not just that flower garden that you cowards limit yourself to." he said. "Being Sith means that I do what I want, when I want. If I want to slaughter an entire planet, that's what I'll do. If I want to shower food upon a famine stricken planet, that's what I do. I can't stand all of those fake Sith. They're as bad as you are. They're as much afraid of the Light as you are of the Dark. I fear nothing." He said. He then let them bicker a little. He was almost positive that they would try to read his mind. He let his mind go blank. Mental barriers erected and all he thought about were the many Podraces he had been to.