As Kadrol left his master’s side, he couldn’t help but think about what Brimstone had said. Without these tools of destruction, we are no better than the Jedi… He couldn’t wrap his mind around it all. They were better because they destroyed things? Why was it so confusing? He was taught that emotion was the way of the Sith. Anger, passion, these things made the Sith special. Now he was being told differently. He had passion, he knew that much. His passion, he thought, was the love for his wife back on Dathomir, love for the Sith, and love For those who help him.
Having finished with the med kit, Kadrol walked back to the front of the ship to his master. His master turned and looked at him, motioning for the Zabrak to take a seat. Thinking it was a good time to release his thoughts, he asked, " What do we mean by PASSION, master?"
The Chiss replied, “It is the fire burning within us to make us do certain things.”
“You mean, like love?” Kadrol asked, genuinely confused.
" No, no," Brimstone countered, not completely sure. 'I guess it’s more like a determination."
“Forgive me, master, for questioning you.” Kadrol said quickly to avoid another quip of rage from his master.
The Chiss swiveled in his chair, clearly not wanting to continue this awful conversation. The rest of the flight to Craxnor was extremely silent, not to mention awkward. The two sentinels had only glanced at the other a few times, and each time, they glanced was simultaneously. Upon landing on the rocky and mountainous planet, Brimstone pointed out a large mountain, appearing to be around 25 kilometers away. The two knew they would never make it by the time night set in, and decided to spend the night in the ship.
That night, as Kadrol slept, he had a dream; a very pleasant dream about his past on Dathomir. It started off simple, his Rite of Passage in his small village, The leaders of the households giving the meaning behind the tattoos he was receiving right before they were burned into his skin. " The head of the entire clan spoke for all to hear, “This tattoo, placed upon both shoulders shall represent the yoke he will carry for us, as well as the promise for his stature.” He witnessed himself wincing and letting out a yelp of agony as the red hot piece of metal wrapped around his head and onto his shoulders. The dream then turned to several hours later, after he witnessed the others go through their passage. He felt pride, being the top of his class, but it was not the only reward. He would soon be receiving his bride, an honor only given to the top two each year. The others would have to wait at least a year, if not more.
His dream continued, flashing forward two years: He and his wife had been married for almost two full years now, and had, along with the help of some of his relatives, built a nice house for his family.The two young Zabraks were eating a mid day meal together, when they heard a loud noise from outside. They rushed outside to meet it, and soon the entire village had gathered around the shuttle. The doors opened and a blue skinned man had stepped out, reading off a sheet of paper to ask for him, Kadrol. He was told he was needed by the Sith, whom everyone on Dathomir knew was the best life, as well as that he would be able to see his family again. And so he gave his final words to his relatives and wife before he boarded the ship that would forever determine his future.
He might’ve dreamt some more if it hadn’t been for his master shaking him awake. “Kadrol! Get up!” The Chiss screamed angrily. The two hurried out to set towards the place Brimstone had mentioned after Kadrol had raced to get ready. It was a lonesome walk, yet a very scenic one. Lots of beautiful mountains dappled by picturesque rivers, streams and lakes. It took Kadrol most of the trek to take it all in.
When they finally reached this place: not quite a cave, but not a house either, they carefully took everything they had packed and set it up.
“Master, why did we have to leave the ship so far away?” The Zabrak inquired, not for the first time.
“Because, we don’t want to take any chances, even if this is an uncharted planet.” Brimstone replied.
Brimstone then walked over to the only part of the cave-house and revealed Kadrol’s astromech droid. After powering it on, he said to the droid aloud so that Kadrol could also hear, “Go to the ship and get the rest of the stuff, but make sure nobody sees you.”
The droid obeyed and rolled out of the room to follow its new command. As if reading Kadrol’s mind, Brimstone said’ “You may be wondering how long we might be staying here. The truth is that we need to maintain a low profile until this whole thing blows over and it is safe for you, and all other apprentices to return to Aliso and Antei.”
The astromech returned after a mere one rotation with a sled he had made. On top of the sled were many things: rations, a more comfortable bed, and some other necessities. The two Sith would expand their cave-home using their lightsabers, which cut through the stone like butter, until it was an extremely large house with many rooms. When they had carved out enough space to successfully hide the shuttle, they sent the astromech to get it. Brimstone went out exploring that day and when he returned, he shared his discoveries. The Chiss told his apprentice that there was a village with a market with items from all over the galaxy. At last, they had found a way to receive news about the status of Aliso and the rest of the Brotherhood without the risk of their location and or the unauthorized clone of Brimstone.