Between the Sith Order, the remnants of the Sith Empire and the Kainate, Valen held numerous connections that spanned various circles of Dark Side practitioners.
Having been introduced to the way of the Sith by his Mentor Zeptepi Zambrano, Valen had taken it upon himself to reach out to other avenues of knowledge, seeking to understand multiple views and ideologies in the bid to avoid both bias and ignorance in the pursuit of greater power. Today, one of the said practitioners was
Alina Tremiru
, she whom Valen understood to be knowledgeable in Sith Alchemy and darker magics known to the occult.
Walking the corridors of the vast Academy of polished black stone, smooth metal-plated floors so clean they reflected his very image back up at him as he moved in stride past his nameless and inferior peers of the Sith fortress, Valen disregarded all with effortless negligence before finally coming before the entrance to their designated meeting place.
Knowing little of what to expect from this other Sith, one whom had made something of a name for herself, Valen waved his hand before the locking terminal and with a magnetic clamping sound, the locks released and the doors parted with a loud hiss, exposing Valen who stood adorning the traditional robes and tunic that he had come to favor. Black upon black, with his lightsaber attached to his belt, hanging in plain sight.
Having been introduced to the way of the Sith by his Mentor Zeptepi Zambrano, Valen had taken it upon himself to reach out to other avenues of knowledge, seeking to understand multiple views and ideologies in the bid to avoid both bias and ignorance in the pursuit of greater power. Today, one of the said practitioners was

Walking the corridors of the vast Academy of polished black stone, smooth metal-plated floors so clean they reflected his very image back up at him as he moved in stride past his nameless and inferior peers of the Sith fortress, Valen disregarded all with effortless negligence before finally coming before the entrance to their designated meeting place.
Knowing little of what to expect from this other Sith, one whom had made something of a name for herself, Valen waved his hand before the locking terminal and with a magnetic clamping sound, the locks released and the doors parted with a loud hiss, exposing Valen who stood adorning the traditional robes and tunic that he had come to favor. Black upon black, with his lightsaber attached to his belt, hanging in plain sight.