Son of God

Jutrand...
The academy was often patrolled at night by a variety of specters, the most notable being the Prefects. Students and facilty working alongside the Sepulchral to protect the students as much as keep them penned in. There was, of course, an unspoken rule that they could steal, sneak, or do whatever they wanted so long as they weren't caught - but that didn't mean it had to be easy.
Soldane was under the cover of one such escapade, searching for a path unmarred by guards until he could get to the Bibliotheca, the home of the more restricted Sith datacrons at the academy. He'd only just made it past Rank 12, before he stepped past the threshold of the Bibliotheca's entrance hall. It smelled musty, even here, but it was a welcome sensation when the thought of ritualized Sepulchral knowledge lay just beyond. His next step was met blindness as a bag was ripped over his head and he was restrained, faster than he could react, tighter than he could resist.
It had to be Praetorians then. With hands bound and head covered, he was wisked away into the bowels of the Academy...
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Rhelion Prime
The cave was cold on the skin, made Soldane shiver with a desperate hope to warm himself. He groaned as he came awake, mindlessly rubbing at the bruise a needle had left in his neck. With his other hand, he pulled the bag away from his head and tried to get his bearings - but it was never easy to come back from being kidnapped. Your life is so full of continuity that when you're faced with being in a place you don't remember ever coming to, it desperately seeks some rationalization to the madness.
Like it was somehow his intent to arrive here.
Soldane groaned as he brought himself slowly to a standing position. There was two crates near the mouth of the cave, and harsh, humid, suffocating wind blew in, forcing Soldane to squint, cover his face from the dust, and look away. That's when he noticed
Matteo Guo-Yian
- only just awakening himself from their mutual problem. Of course it wasn't enough to kidnap one student, they had to do two...

"You up?", Soldane asked rather callously.
He rubbed at his shoulder, desperate to get the strain out of his muscles. The least they could have done was give him a pillow.
"Looks like we're stuck together. You're Matteo, right?", he said, kneeling near a pile of rocks across from him. He scrounged through them until one was suitably sharp enough to serve as a weapon. He studied it for a few moments, a little dissapointed at its prospective edge. Might as well just use it as a cudgel, he thought.