The Overseer, whose face resembled one of a tiger, turned on the datapad and read its newest entry. His expression didn't change, even though he sighed once in a while.
"So," I said, "what does it say?"
"Can't you read Aurebesh, apprentice?"
"Nope, not at all."
The Cathar shook his head. "And yet you speak Basic. Very well, this is what it says: 'Overseer Fjonni, this is a command from Darth Styx: give a training saber and a holocommunicator to the courier who delivered you this message; tell him to go to the Tomb of Ajunta Pall and to turn on the holocommunicator once he has reached the tomb. Godspeed, Ely.'"
"Does he mean the Tomb of Ajunta Pall, in the Valley of the Dark Lords?"
"Is there any other?" The Overseer asked ironically as he handed me the saber and the holocom.
"I guess there isn't," I replied as I ignited the training saber.
"You should be proud of yourself. The Sith training saber has millions of microscopic, paralyzing barbs that simulate the loss of a limb. It is rare to see a rookie purge the blade's poison and overcome his opponents after such a beating."
"Thanks, Overseer Fjonni. What advices can you give me about roaming the Valley?"
"The Valley of the Dark Lords is the 'resting' place for many of our ancestors: Marka Ragnos, Ajunta Pall, Tulak Hord - you name them," replied the Overseer, "Be respectful; more important, be cautious. Many dangers linger among those tombs - K'lor'slugs and tomb looters are the least of them."
"Thank you for your guidance."
"Now go, 'Ely'. Don't keep your master waiting."
I left the Overseer's office more relieved, now that I had a training saber too. It would give me some leverage against a possible duel against a fellow acolyte - or that mad apprentice - or even Vukral! I held it as I left the Academy and went down towards a large underground mausoleum. A small entrance was the door to the Sith necropolis, and it stood open to the arrival of a clumsy Feeorin...