The Dawn Rider arrived at its destination. It dropped out of hyperspace in deep space, with no planets or stars nearby. The only defining feature was an old, centuries-dead hyperspace beacon once used by early explorers.

There were a few other ships already on location awaiting the Dawn Rider's arrival.  Once it arrived, the ships began to move and split into different groups.  A number of shuttles and supply ships launched and began moving between the ships to re-supply and transfer personnel.

Dulia was in meditiation in one of the dawn riders training chambers, before her sat her Lightsaber she concentrated on the will of the dark side.During her meditations she could sense the Cosmic Force and its will.As she reached out she could sense the weaklings on board scurrying about busy with their meaningless lives.But her life had purpose for she was a Sith Apprentice and one day her cunning and treachery would be revealed when she would slay her master and claim the title of Darth, that day was soon but not yet here.

Sarai spent most of her "down time" practicing her skills, usually with the Force, in a kind of no-mind active meditation. She held a great deal of awe for the power of lightning, especially her ability to wield it; hyperspace transit was the perfect time, she thought, for such practice. The void of hyperspace was eerily empty; even Force impressions were largely confined to one's ship.

When that time was done, she had the wreckage cleared away by droids to be recycled, donned a flowing blue robe, and swept out into the hallway.

Compared to other Sith Lords, Sarai was kind and considerate, though that meant that she was unlikely to casually torture or murder her underlings if they failed her, rather than that she would be considered objectively nice. Though she projected a very convincing facade when she wanted to charm someone; her supernatural, impossible beauty certainly helped in those endeavors.

In the meeting room of the Dawn Rider, she called up the holoprojector and made a connection with Dulia's commlink.

"Apprentice, it is time I explained your mission to you. Come to the wardroom."

OOC: Sorry, last week was finals.

Upon hearing the call of her master Dulia rises from her meditations and glides out of the door and down to the wardroom as she passes by the crew of the vessel many bow their heads in deference and submission. The Sith smiles slightly as she sees this sign of deference to her and her station. After some time she enters the wardroom and kneels before her master and asks "What is thy bidding my master?"

Sarai put her hand on top of Dulia's head. The taller woman used a softer form of dominance and control than was typical, preferring the love and devotion of her minions to fear and pain. Motivation, inspiration, and the promise of reward were not, she understood, necessarily better than terror and punishment for getting people to do what she wanted, but the former attracted and kept the kind of minions, underlings, and agents she would rather have. Let others have the weak and sycophantic; that was not Sarai's way.

She took her hand off Dulia's head and crooked her finger, indicating that Dulia should stand.

"There is supposedly an academy on Korriban, training new Sith."

Korriban had been off-limits to all settlement of any kind for a long time. Every Sith knew that.

"If the truce has been broken, I would know of it and have the leverage in position to seize the planet. We will drop out of hyperspace and approach on silent running, orbit the planet and scan for any recently inhabited facilities, and send scouts to locate and chart places of interest.

Once we find this academy, if it exists, it will be your task to infiltrate it and discover who ordered it built, as well as anything else of use you can find out. I do not care how you accomplish this, save that you do not initiate violence, until we understand the circumstances.

Do you have any questions?"