ᴅᴀʀᴛʜ ᴀɴᴀᴛʜᴇᴍᴏᴜꜱ

It was strange to think that one so studious as Darth Anathemous had been to Korriban so rarely. She'd read of so many great sith lords who were now buried here, legends such as Marka Ragnos, Tulak Hord and, one of her favorites, the Form VI master, Exar Kun. And yet the loathsome Ashlanites, worthless zealots that they were, had sacked this world before she had a chance to study it for herself. By the time it had recovered, She had already pledged herself to the seekers, and been sent far behind enemy lines to collect lore of a more obscure nature, the Kainate having no need of her on such a well documented world as Korriban.
Perhaps it was ironic then that her own apprentice,

They made for an odd pair in that, viewing each other as something akin to siblings, perhaps even sisters in arms against fate. Nothing at all like the relationship between

She would have to double her efforts just to keep up appearances, shift all her focus to these new duties.
Focus that could have gone into training her own student, her only ally. And it is for this reason which she considered allowing Korriban to pick up the slack which she could not. And that is why she had come here to personally review the establishment, to ensure that everything was perfect.
And so she crossed the valley of the dark lords and into the ancient school, passing all manner of robed acolyte and cloaked lord as she strode into the hall, the hot winds of Korriban billowing her silken cloak, revealing the sleek black armor and bodyglove beneath, and casting her hood down as a masked visage observed every face and movement keenly.
She wished to get a feel for the students here, glean from their expressions how they took to their training and how they were being treated. Were they looking over their shoulders, afraid that another student might stab them in the back? Did they stride with confidence, or was it an illusion meant to leave their enemies believing them stronger than they truly were? She would find out, in time.

