[color=gold]”Yes, I know who you both are. I’ve done my homework.” Daka explained. “Your files show...” He paused, trying to find the right words. “A lack of pizazz.” He slowly undid the clasp on his outer cloak, letting it drop to the ground. “So, I am going to help you grow stronger, the same way my Master made me stronger.” His mind drifted back to learning to hone his Force sense into precognitive abilities. 
Spending hours each day on Korriban, fighting force wraiths from every side. Learning to see an attack coming before it was made. It was gruelling work, but it had made him stronger. “Growth is achieved through adversity.” 
Daka gradually undid his shirt and removed it. Revealing well toned green fleas, that while being well muscled, also had several scars and black geometric tattoos. “So, Marcus, Caimeag. Are you ready to grow stronger?”[/color]