Ghruna
Daughter of Jhyrack
Ghruna's bark of laughter rang out down the halls of the academy. Two older students had her by the arms as they tried to wrestle her back. Her fists were bloodied, her brow was swollen and bruised.
She was being pulled away from the crumpled form of a fellow student.
One of the teacher stepped between her and his trembling form. Darth Reprimar stood level with her. The massassi sith's eyes shone bright with his anger.
"We don't attack other students," he snapped.
Ghruna stopped laughing. She shook her head in confusion.
"Wha? Just last week Dendra woke woth a fucking knife in her back!" the lines between her teeth were filled with red blood.
As she was dragged away Reprimar shouted at the unruly acolyte.
"There are unspoken rules you child! Your misdeeds are supposed to go unseen. Perfectly executed. Otherwise you may duel in public and..."
"Someone should write those fucking words down!" Ghruna spat blood. She allowed herself to be dragged, heels of her boots hissing across the dusty corridor.
Darth Reprimar stepped closer.
"Why you insolent..."
Crack
He had stepped too close. Ghruna had suddenly pulled against the students and snapped her head forwards. She laughed all the way to her cell as Reprimar stemmed the bleeding from his broken nose.
"We could just kill her," Darth Nahrix suggested. "I am surprised you hadn't."
"Lord Jhyrack would not blink if she died in training, but if she was executed I do not know how he would react."
"Then arrange an accidental death."
The two stood before Ghruna's cell. They had reinforced the door with crude durasteel.
"I am considering it. The other option is find someone she would respect."
"She is royalty? Would she listen to someone with a title?"
"It is worth a try."
Quinn Varanin
She was being pulled away from the crumpled form of a fellow student.
One of the teacher stepped between her and his trembling form. Darth Reprimar stood level with her. The massassi sith's eyes shone bright with his anger.
"We don't attack other students," he snapped.
Ghruna stopped laughing. She shook her head in confusion.
"Wha? Just last week Dendra woke woth a fucking knife in her back!" the lines between her teeth were filled with red blood.
As she was dragged away Reprimar shouted at the unruly acolyte.
"There are unspoken rules you child! Your misdeeds are supposed to go unseen. Perfectly executed. Otherwise you may duel in public and..."
"Someone should write those fucking words down!" Ghruna spat blood. She allowed herself to be dragged, heels of her boots hissing across the dusty corridor.
Darth Reprimar stepped closer.
"Why you insolent..."
Crack
He had stepped too close. Ghruna had suddenly pulled against the students and snapped her head forwards. She laughed all the way to her cell as Reprimar stemmed the bleeding from his broken nose.
"We could just kill her," Darth Nahrix suggested. "I am surprised you hadn't."
"Lord Jhyrack would not blink if she died in training, but if she was executed I do not know how he would react."
"Then arrange an accidental death."
The two stood before Ghruna's cell. They had reinforced the door with crude durasteel.
"I am considering it. The other option is find someone she would respect."
"She is royalty? Would she listen to someone with a title?"
"It is worth a try."
Quinn Varanin