Myrkal smiled once again at her. Distinctly aware that she was a woman with which he could battle on an intellectual level and learn. Not a common thing these days. It was people, who were obcessed with money, possessions, and other faults that made him avoid going out in public. He had a tendency to get aggrivated by the alterior motives that almost all had, and it was a relief for him to find someone to converse with who didnt appear to have any.
" I agree that you humans have a rather short life, i am already twice the age that any human has ever lived..." He pauses remembering some of the people upon whom the ancient sith masters had prolonged their lives. "... Naturally that is. But at the same time, you are more intensely passionate, and have a knack for learning very fast, it is that which makes me respect your species."
"I am by no means an authority on the interworkings of society, even more so the Jedi. But at the same time, i know and knew a long time ago that my path is one that i must make for myself. I can learn what i can from those in the past, from their achievements, their mistakes. You are right there, it is natural for me to push harder than they did and try to go places where they never reached. Yet at the same time, it is the ancients that i respect the most. Both the Jedi and Sith of today are mediocre compared to their ancient predecessors. It is that which i seek in my work, to learn part of the knowledge of the ancients."
He pauses for a moment to take a second pull from his flask then continues. " I know that i study the dark side much more than the light, but at the same time, unlike the other sith, i am not a control freak, i dont wish to dominate, or to make others cow before me. Actually i merely wish to help others to ascend to a higher level of being, if that is through the force, then so be it. But more often than not it is through the spirituality of my religion that i do so. I have several people who have aided me in forming my own temple, we are still small, but working together we have accomplished much for eachother. A few of us have died in the trials of initiation into the higher echelons of the temple, but that was their choice, i forced none."
"But on the other hand, i know how this all must sound to you. A Gen"Dai who has taught himself to use the force better , who is member of a temple in which the acolytes may die in their spiritual growth, who works as a archaeologist and theorist of the ancient sith, and has no want at all to speak to the jedi..." He smiles. "... but i assure you that i mean you no harm, not to say that if another Jedi enters the room and begins to mock me for my beliefs that i would not strike them down and take pleasure in doing so. Because i would, i will not lie. I respect you Jedi, but at the same time i honestly do not want to be associated with the Jedi Order at all, despite the fact that i know i could learn much from you. But the way i see it, the Jedi do not allow themselves the luxury of sensation, and as you said yourself, you do not have the ability to become a knowledge seeker as i am, because of your duties. That is what makes me rather..." He pauses measuring his own words grasping for the right one to describe his animosity towards the jedi. "... rather distrustful of your kind, and disrespectful to a degree. If only i could show you some of the things which i have learned on my own. You would understand more fully."
He waits watching her reaction to his words , wondering what is going through her mind. When she was speaking a moment ago he had felt the surge that comes from one prepared to do what is needed if threatened, and it made his own defenses rise up. He was very skilled at hiding his own ability to manipulate and use the force, one of his traits was is making others think of him as weaker than he actually is. He was doing this now , his own pull on the force had been light, faint, to the experienced eyes of another force user. He had instead of grabbing the force from everywhere nearby, like most would, he had thrown out strands of the force in all directions, thin strands almost undetectable, and they in return had pulled the force from a distance away to him, making it almost impossible to guage what he was doing.
This woman was intriguing him, making him almost wish he could turn her, make her an aspirant of the Dark Side such as himself. But she was too old, and had been warped by the whims of the Jedi council too long, so he would not attempt it. He had not yet lied to her, everything he had said was true, to a degree. He was not Sith, though for all events and purposes he would be considered by the Jedi as such. Rather he was renegade from them. His grandfather had taught him how to use the force, and his grandfather was one of the Sith from two thousand years ago. But he had destroyed his grandfather when his grandfather interferred in his studies of the temple. Since then he has had no master, noone to teach him more, instead he had taught himself everything he could.
Not a master himself, he had through the countless hours of training and meditation grown stronger and faster in all aspects. But at the same time he was not capable of the more advanced abilities of the sith. He could not throw lightening as did the fool Palpatine. But he did have one advantage. Duels. He had taken training with weapons since he was eleven and a blade in his hand was a second extension of himself. So proficient was he with a lightsaber that none that fought him had a chance. Not even his grandfather who did have the ability to throw lightening. No Myrkal was a fighter , when needed, but he avoided it. His philosophy was that a warrior who seeks a fight is a weak individual seeking to prove something, but the one that sought wisdom and knowledge and peace through training with the blade was a warrior of higher calling. He was the latter.
Absent mindedly he reached down and ran his hand over the two lightsabers that were previously hidden under his duster. Then realizing that Tatane had most likely seen them he stopped and looked at her an odd expression on his face.