Saber explored the towers that she was now going to call home. Many of these Sith lived in them, metal structures that dotted the calm waters of a lake named Porlou. V'reenda said that the twin towers she'd taken were about five hundred years old. She felt the cold wind blow through the open windows, chilling her body. But the chilliest parts were the sides of her head where she'd shaved most of her hair off. At first she was upset, but she quickly realized that The Master was right. Vanity is a weakness. And a Sith, and the Jedi as well, must never be weak. They must always be strong. Saber stopped her exploration when she saw Mistress V'reenda standing on one of the balconies, her eyes closed. She was wearing the same outfit that she wore when she helped her escape from custody. V'reenda always wore clothing that covered all but her head and hands. The ride in the stolen aircab with V'reenda's droid, DR-18, was the only time she'd seen her not fully dressed. Saber touched her face where her Mistress had slapped her. As she silently stepped through the door, V'reenda's eyes opened. "Is there something you need Saber?" "I was wondering about your clothes." The apprentice said. "Why do you wear so much? Even when it's warm, you are always fully dressed." "Well, you'll find out anyway, so I might as well tell you. I wear these clothes because they are specially made. You see, my body produces pheromones that cause sexual arousal in all who come near me. That's what caused you to do what you did when I rescued you." "I was wondering why I did that." Saber said in a low voice. "I've never felt desire for another female before." The young woman's eyes widened. "What's wrong?" V'reenda asked. "That's why you're so fast and so strong." She smiled at her mistress. "Do you have a small hole in the back of your head?" The Sith's eyes narrowed. "How would you know such a thing?" "Because I know where you're from." "I'll tell you where I'm from." V'reenda said as she crossed her arms. "Darth Payne and my former Mistress, Darth Benda, found me when I was a baby, in an ancient ship, in suspended animation. About fifteen years ago. That's where I'm from." "You're only about fifteen?" "Yes." V'reenda said with a shrug. "Evidently my people grow fast." "Have you ever heard of the Wookiee Wrestler?" "Everyone with a holonet connection is familiar with this Ambassador Kirk. I've seen him in action myself." The Sith described Matt Corzo's arrest outside the Starfarer Club. "Now how would you know some of these things about me?" "From Kirk. He was one of the three who captured me. He was telling Ateia about his people. And I actually saw him insert some kind of cable into the back of his head, and plugged the other end into a datapad. He had also killed three droidekas." "Three? Amazing." A shadow flitted across the water. V'reenda glanced up. "There's DR-18. I'll be gone overnight, so you'll have the run of the place. If you need to go somewhere, there are two swoopbikes in the top floor of this tower." Darth V'reenda then held a finger up. "But you are not to go into the top floor room in the other tower. That is my bedroom. And under no circumstances are you to go in the lowest level! That is my personal training chamber. The droids in there are set to fight me. Anyone else entering will be met with deadly force." "Yes Mistress V'Reenda." Saber acknowledged. "We will continue this talk tomorrow. Until then, do the task I gave you. We've got to teach you to hide your Force Presence. The doctor did a good job of altering your face. But we'll be on Coruscant from time to time, and you must be able to walk among Jedi without being detected." Saber nodded as she stepped aside.