Mitera chuckled. "We are not quite," she reminded Dangres.

"Good, so let your men know to step off the twi'leks and I'll head back to let them know not to start any more fights." Garfield turned, standing up to leave.

Rachala nodded and said "Deal" going to get on holocom.

"At first it'll be traditional...luring them into a false sense of security." Dangres explained "Then I will surprise them with the real tests..." He looked behind "The First will be how they perform under pressure as I will use the force to motivate them to move stone. The Second is to survive out in the wild here for three days. The Final Test, to retrieve their first lightsaber in the Temple of Revan...which is infested with Korslugs"

"Dangres, you understand these are not the true trials....yes? And there is no reason why we would give them sabers before their true trials," Mitera said. "We cannot supply them all with one, especially should they simply die in their true trials. You cannot push so hard so as to wipe out most of the potential sith apprentices before their real trial has occurred."

"Well that doesn't sound like it worked." Garfield remarked to Rachala.

Dangres said "Yes, my master"

(I'll wait)

"And is he inside, or was that just a transmission?" Garfield asked. If the Hutt was inside that solved his problems rather quickly.

Rachala said "Holo-message...you didn't hear me setting his ass on fire did you?"

Dangres stood back up and said "And so are you..." his hands sparking a bit "However we'll have to cross that bridge when that happens...master" he took a deep breath and said "For now, I will make new trials then..."

“That’s quite enough,” Mitera ordered, her hand raising as her force wrapped around his throat in a vice grip , choking him. “No apprentice of mine will threaten me so brazenly, speak so lowly of me!” Dangres’s feet lifted off the ground as she lifted him up, choking him towards unconsciousness. With her other hand, she snatched his lightsaber, placing it next to her own. “If you think so highly of yourself, you will have to earn this back, by clawing your way out of the muck and mud I toss you into!” She clenched her fist, squeezing tighter as she waited for him to fall unconscious. She’d make him work to keep his place as her apprentice, he needed to be reevaluated, she was not going to waste her time on a self-serving, arrogant whelp of a child that was a liability to her own success in this war.

To say she was replaceable, to speak so openly of his plans to overthrow her, it only showed how little he cared for her and what she taught him. He was not at the moment ready to hold the title he did.

Garfield stopped and slowly turned to face her, clearly not fully trusting it but willing to give her a moment to give more details. "And who would that be?"