Private Back to School

[Mercy]

POMOJEMA ACADEMY
Spencer Varanin | Sael | Ashin Cardé Varanin (Feel free to make a cameo if you want, but no obligation)

Even without the idea of Spencer teaching Sael, Mercy would have eventually brought her first and only apprentice to the Pomojema. This is where Mercy had gone from a chaotic and messy brawler with potential, to taking her first steps into becoming a true Sith. The Mercy of today would not have existed if it hadn't been for the years spend on the Pomojema under the tutelage of Ashin, the proximity of Spencer and a dozen other Masters.

This place was unlike the Sith Academy on Korriban or now on Jutrand.

It was less refined, less focused on breaking people down into becoming perfect little soldiers with the thin veneer of self-actualization. When you left the Academy nobody expected you to swear fealty to Ashin or anyone else. They made you into whatever version of you was the best shaped to approach the Galaxy and all its challenges, and to come out on the other side a victor instead of a victim.

"Today you will meet Spencer Varanin. Wife to my own Master, Ashin Varanin. You will meet many people on your journey who claim to be an expert, or a true master of this and that. But heed my words, you will never meet a mentalist like Spencer." Mercy said simply as they stepped down the ramp of their ship and entered the hangar bay proper. The greetings were casual and easy, even after Mercy had left the Academy and been formally Knighted she still took the trip back every once in a while.

Someone had to abuse the sniper range of Varanin, Mercy was one of the few with the guts to keep doing it even after she was no longer imprisoned.

"Be polite, but do not let yourself be pushed around. Spencer is not... a Sith the way I am, or her wife is, but she will test you. Remember what I told you. You are worthy, all you need to do is show her that."

 

[Sael]

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Ever since she'd heard Spencer's name for the first time, it had been nothing short of compliments. She was the most the most powerful mentalist this Galaxy had ever seen, according to Mercy. And that was a title worth coveting.

Ambition was not something Sael had cultivated in her pre-Mercy life, but now, under the red-haired mountain's tutelage, it was encouraged more than basic aptitude.

She nodded along to her Master's words of recommendation, but let her eyes wander. When they'd first discussed this training, she'd expected Pomojema to be some archaic, ancient strone-based thing — au contraire, it was nearly the opposite in every way. Further, she'd anticipated that any darkside training academy to be a place where her power would feel ample, if not wholly doubled, but she felt vaguely as though a fraction of it had been drained on entry. As if a portion of her power were a toll for entry.

"I understand Master.

I appreciate this opportunity, and I won't hold back." She gave a small smile, calling back to the first time Mercy had mentioned Spencer when encouraging Sael to be committed as a Sith: "Powerful as a planet."

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Mercy | Spencer Varanin | Ashin Cardé Varanin
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