The Temple was in full motion today. Students sat behind desks in their classrooms while teachers stood at the head, directing their attention to state of the art holo displays filled with words and images pertaining to that day's lesson. Everything was neat and proper, from clean classrooms to sharp uniforms. It was difficult to tell this school apart from any other academy the galaxy over, if not for the subjects of some of the classes. Mingled among mathematics and history was control, sense, and alter. The history of the force was also taught from what records has survived the thousands of years it has been practiced. It was taught mostly unbiased, giving equal spotlight both sides of the many conflicts, the many philosophies.

However, it could be noticed that the teachers did, on ever so rare an occasion, speak more highly, and more enthusiastically, about the Sith and the Darkside of the force.

"And that concludes our lesson for the day. You will each write an essay on the nature of transwarp travel." A book was closed, and the holo projector shut down. The students, few enough to count on two hands, took their time gathering up their datapads and filtering out of the classroom. From his place at the head of the room Ezra watched them go, one by one. A few paused for a moment, asking questions about the assignment, perhaps looking for words of encouragement, but they received none. His attitude was hollow and cold. They resented him, he knew it, but that was the difference between molding and coddling. If he hoped to instill even a fraction of his own genius into these students he would do it with a hammer, not with a pillow. That meant tough assignments to push the very boundaries of their minds.

Ezra would see them master the classroom long before they master the battlefield.

A sigh escaped as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. Teaching was not his forte. Rather he enjoyed learning. Knowledge was a gift to be acquired, fought for. Instead he was giving it out nearly for free. Naturally there was a more sinister plot behind the walls of this academy that would claim the souls or lives of the students within, but that was a cost they would not even realize they were paying when the time came. They will submit willingly, already broken, molded, and ready for the crucible. That reminded him, there was a matter of molding that still needed to be taken care of.

The whole academy had it's own comm system, with overhead speakers in every room and transmission units located on the walls beside the doors. Ezra walked over to his own, pressing a finger to the control and pressing his mouth near the receiver. "Razadi come to the Science classroom immediately. Razadi, to the Science classroom."