He had sat behind his office desk in the tower for a few hours going over reports and contracts that have been recently negotiated. As he was completing his work, he set several of the data pads on the desk and pulled the top latch of his tunic open. He spun the chair around to the other side of the desk. Now facing a large wall of books and displays, he tapped his chin lightly as eyes moved from display to display. He leaned back in the chair, as he continued to watch the events on the displays play out.

Katerrina would be soon arriving. She had taken well to the lessons in combat and power. Her display at the docks was without question - remarkable.

But further training was needed.

On the monitors infront of him were the replays of her combat training in recent days. Her attacks were smoother, her rage evident, but not leading the attack - but powering it. "Your training continues to improve. Even now, I can sense the rage and anger that feeds your power. Impressive, my young apprentice. Very impressive." There was a pause as in the video display she was executing Force lightning in one hand, and the other weilding her blade to destroy the droids he programmed for her.

"However, there is one aspect of your training that is time to begin." He turned to face her, that dark chill washing over her as the dark eyes focused on her. "You are a weapon of incredible power, but you are not refined. I see you still slouch slightly. You hesitate in your speech at times." He shook his head. "I need something more from you, my sweet." He stood, the chair rocked a bit as it came back. His arms folded behind him as he moved around his desk.

He reached up, caressing her cheek gently. She had seen him do it so many times when talking with the slaves, rarely did he perform such action to her. A dark smirk formed on his lips. "I am aware of what you have unlearned, and relearned in some cases." He withdrew his hand from her cheek and folded it behind him.

"What you are lacking is poise and posture. Refinement of attitude, not of form. What you are lacking, is nobility."

He turned from her, heading back to his desk. The displays continued to replay her combat training. The videos displayed her growing brutality and finess in killing and destruction.

"If you are going to aid me, you need to learn what it means to be a lady, not just an assassin."

Her question caused him to chuckle darkly. "The art of nobility allows a true assassin to get into those places that raw brutality would cause more of a stir than may be needed. It is a form of steath and an art of disguise."

He turned to her, the monitors still playing behind him. "Becoming a noble means that you have more access to tools and skills that will allow you to represent my operations more fully."

He turned back to the monitors. "A fine edged weapon can cut so easily and kill so quickly, that few would notice it. Where as, a brutal beating attracts more attention that is wanted when silence is more desired."

He turned back to her, moving again towards her. He was but a few inches from her body. "I assure you, my young apprentice, through the skills gained through nobility, you will have greater access and steath then you thought possible."

She had grown stronger, braver. It was interesting to watch her transform. It was only around him was she hesitant or unsure, but only in her voice. He smirked lightly. "I know you will, my apprentice." He began walking around her, eyes examining her body. The combat training had toned her more, pushing her physically rather than mentally as the Order had done.

"I want you to walk taller, hold your head up." He reached around, that unnatural chill of his flesh touching her chin and cheek a bit as he addjusted her head so it was level. "You look down on others, do not have others look down on you. Meet their eyes every time."

The hand on her shoulder would allow the chill to pierce her training uniform and soak into her flesh as the other hand pressed on the small of her back, causing her chest to thrust out lightly. "Be not afraid of to show what you are - a woman of elegance."

He moved back around, standing in front of her, his arms folding behind him again. "In our business, apperance is everything." He spoke quietly. "Language is also important. Clear pronunciation, direct dialog. Your words can be as dangerous as your weapon. Think clearly always, and pay attention to those conversations around you."

He chuckled once more at her statement. "Yes, you are going to have to listen. Not only that, but you are going to have to have conversation with them - that means repeating similar drival. However, my young apprentice. When people are at their most calm, they are sometimes also at the weakest. They let down thier guard and offer information to you that may not be so trivial."

He began walking around her again. Both hands fell on her shoulders, pulling them back and straightening them. He nudged her feet with his boots to bring her feet in closer. "You cannot simply look the part of a noble, for anyone can do that. It is all in the attitude and presentation that will allow others to think of you as more. Nobility isn't in the blood, is in the mind."

He walked back in front of her, fingers going through her hair. The chill of his fingertips washing over her lightly as he stroked her. "Being noble means knowing everyone is beneath you, and there are few equals."

"For us, there are few...equals. Regardless, if you treat the lessers as equals, the odds improve in retreiving information that would be of vital nature later on."

He did slight adjustments, mixing her body posture with a combination of nobility and military stance. "All things come with time and patience. Hunting is not simply killing, but learning the ways and habits of your prey."

He walked around her again. "Stealth is everything, blending in can be a great weapon. You can blend in with lessers. You need to learn to blend with those that are of station."

He stopped, and moved towards his desk, still watching the replays of her training. "Go into town, and purchse fine gowns and items of high quality. Use my credit within the city. I want you looking like a noble by the end of the day. No weapons, no belts. No more training."

He turned to her.

"It is time to act."

He arched a brow before he responded. "I do not recall taking options from the floor, my dear."

He moved towards her again. "I have taught you how to strike with and without the blade. You should be able to put it to the side once in a while."

He turned back to the monitors. "Or was the order right, and you not strong enough?"

He knew what buttons to push, he had seen her fight, seen her become what she is now. He knew she would not back down from this challenge.

"Your greatest weapon is your mind, not your blade."