[right][h3][sub][u]Outside the Tomb of Marka Ragnos, Korriban[/u][/sub][/h3][/right]

[center][h1][color=DarkViolet]Overseer Corinth Genbit[/color][/h1][/center]

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Corinth was tired, he'd been busy recently with transfer paperwork and report compiling, while he was a teacher he was standing among the great tombs of the Fallen Lords, they had a duty to learn from them as much as they made students learn. Either way, he'd arrived a black mug of caf in hand with 'Overseer of Year' written across it in dark red lettering. The Arkanian Offshoot took a long drink staring into the tomb, it would be a minor challenge really he remembered something similar in his days here. It had been far more dangerous then the tombs had been over taken with dust and age, he didn't want to say it but this was easier than his days. 

When he had been taken, they had done this by being told to retrieve a chunk of rock from the burial chamber the cave had been filled with predators and worse. Many young children had been torn asunder in those caves, he wondered if any others would be ripped apart today or if they would all survive this challenge.

[color=DarkViolet]"Acolytes, assemble at the entrance!"[/color] He bellowed in a commanding voice usually reserved for those who spoke out of turn in his classes. [color=DarkViolet]"In a moment you will enter these caves, this is the tomb of Dark Lord Marka Ragnos. These former students of mine, will be testing you along the way."[/color] He waved his hand at the assembled group of Sith apprentices, smiling slightly like a proud father showing of his family. [color=DarkViolet]"Overseer Cessair will also enter and wait with a baton. You will find her and take the baton, if you die it will not be by the hands of a Sith but by your brainless actions."[/color] He spoke calmly taking another long drink from the still steaming cup of caf. 

[color=DarkViolet]"If you attempt to leave or escape this training, I will throw you in there. If you return without a baton you will go back in. If die try to die on me, I will go in and haul you out and you will be healed painfully then spend the next three months polishing the academy with a brush on your hands and knees."[/color] He spoke stopped staring at the assembled crew of acolytes, nodding to Mara.

[color=DarkViolet]"Apprentices and Overseer Cessair, please enter. The rest of you, make final preparations for what you will face, it will not kill you but that does not mean it will be easy. Know this and be ready for what comes, failure will be punished and I will monitor your progress you will become strong enough to stand shoulder to shoulder with apprentices by the time you leave my care."[/color] He spoke with a bit of pride and bit of rehearsed boredom. Everyone present knew Corinth wasn't the biggest fan of the group tests but he still did them as tradition demands, even if he thought the tradition ridiculous.

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