MItz was escorted by the Barabel to the building. It was huge, a spiraling tower that reached up nearly four hundred meters. He stepped inside, the various Barabel that were practicing on the lower levels immediately came to attention. These were younge Barabel, not veterans of the Arena. They were still learning the lesson of the shock boxer. The barabel led him to the turbolift, riding up to the top floor. The turbo lift stopped.
"Please remit authorization for entrance to sanctum." The voice was feminine, but familiar. A retinal scanenr opened up from teh door. Mitz presented his eye to it, opening it wide as teh scanner performed its task.
"Authorization confirmed, welcome home master Dante." He stepped abck as teh door opened, eyes moving slowly about the room. Dante. That was his name. It sounded familiar, right even. He was home. He found a chair sitting, the Barabel watching him quietly.
"Thank you, my friends." He siad quietly to them, head still reeling.
"Master, the rest of teh adepts will want to meet with you again before the combat tomorrow evening. When should i arrange such a meeting for?"
"Tomorrow morning, sunrise." He spoke directly, voice strong.
"Very well, master."
They all bowed, turning towards the turbolift riding it down to the ground floor. They talked quietly amongst themselves, the conversation spreading across the building, and into the city itself. Within eight hours, all of the master shock boxers knew taht the master had returned. The greatest living shock boxer that Barab had seen in a hundred years had come home.
Thousands made journeys to the grand monaster, the place of training for the young boxers, the house that the master had built. They were ready to meet wih him before the tournament that evening.
While the information spread, Dante searcehd the quarters that they had left him in. It was a huge room, filled with artifacts and momentos. There was an old lightsaber, sitting on a rack, next to it were other implements of martial combat from thousands of different worlds, from teh Rodian throwing blades to a Gungan Electropole, to a long case containin both a sith sword and a lanavarok, the disk launcher that the ancient Sith lords used.
The most curious item however, was a cylinder of shining silver, 10 centimeters high and 3 centimeters in diameter. He held it in his hand, feeling the button resting against his fingers. He tapped the button gently, feeling the mechanism activate. it telescoped out, hollowing at the ends. it was a meter and a half long, he twirled the staff easily, remembering it as an extension of his own body. He knew this weapon intuitively, like he knew most weapons. He tapped the button again, returning it to its resting mode. He slid it on to his belt, sitting own at a data terminal.
He spent the next few hours going over the journals, trying to learn about himself....
