Private Maybe I'll just forget about it

[Zarava Dekki]

Location: Academy on Jutrand
Tag: Darth Tormenta

She was trying her best. She really was. But as time went on, it was getting more and more difficult. Zarava grew up on a peaceful world for the most part that had little to no conflict. At least, to her knowledge. The teenager thought that she was going to live out the rest of her life on that world, while occasionally flying a ship to take jobs here and there. It seemed as if her mother had other ideas. Zarava had no idea what she had done until she had been shoved into a nearby room. There was nowhere to go and there was no escape as far as she could tell. Zarava was far from strong enough to be able to muscle her way out of this situation. It was her mother to blame, and yet her mother continued to communicate with her. Ceri would tell her how proud she was of her, and that she would make their family proud. What would her father think if he was still alive? Would he approve? Zarava knew little to nothing about what it meant to be force sensitive. Just being in this place, it felt as if there were insects crawling underneath her skin. Ever since the argument she had with her mother, she hadn't been able to move any of the objects she had come across. Was that normal?

Zarava was trying her best to learn as much as possible in the academy, more so on what it meant to be force sensitive. She had learned about the group she was with, and that they called themselves Sith. There were only specks of information that she was able to learn about the term itself, as a lot of records seemed to have been scrapped away. Zarava probably could easily ask anyone that passed by her, but she was trying to avoid contact with everyone as much as possible. Maybe if she didn't talk to anyone, they would simply forget about her and she could go back to her home planet where she belonged. Even the clothes that she had been given were completely different from the ones she used to wear. They were almost like robes, and they were stained black. The fabric scratched at her skin, and it made her wonder why she couldn't just wear her old clothes instead. Most of her belongings had been left on Elrood, all she had really managed to keep were photos of her family, back when her father was alive. Plenty of times before she went to bed, she would talk to the photo, as if her father was able to hear her somehow. Someone could label her as insane, but it was oddly comforting to just talk and pretend it was him.

The young redhead was walking through one of the main halls of the academy. Her face was angled downward as she held a datapad in her hand. Sprawled across the screen was some information on those that could use the force. The more she read up on it, the more interested she became. However, she wondered how her life would have turned out if she wasn't force-sensitive. There was little use in thinking about the past at this point, as she was going to need to figure out how to get out of here alive. Zarava wasn't about to let anyone know her true intentions though, and so would simply do as she was told. That would keep her safe. His blue eyes would occasionally flicker from the datapad to those that were walking past her. From what she could see, the majority of them were way older than she was. Was there anyone here her age? Zarava thought exploring the academy was a good idea, but something told her angering those in this place was not the best action to take. It was then that she realized she had paused her walking and was staring off into the distance. Zarava resumed her walking, scrolling through the datapad, absorbing as much information as possible.

 

[Darth Tormenta]

Khamesi was back on Saijo, back at the Palace of Silver Rain, the Sith Academy that had been opened there. She didn't like this place, to many Sith...or aspiring Sith in one place. To much betrayel, skullduggery, and lies whispered in waiting ears. Yet here she was, her personal Frigate safely landed and guarded by every member of her crew, round the clock. She knew some of her crew had to be in the pockets of other Sith, that was certain, but only a 24/7 guard would ensure that new eyes didn't find their way inside. That and her inner circle was there, some of the few people she trusted weren't in the pockets of a rival, future rival, or defeated rival. She only came here when asked to by one of her allies, or for a personal matter. Today was the latter.

Khamesi had yet to take a Darth name for herself, till she had the power, influence, or both to claim the title as a Lady among the Sith, she refused to do so, which confused some of her 'peers' that took Darth names the moment they obtained Knighthood. Instead she was just Lady Aivar the various members of the Order's territory, and to those outside of it, she was Captain Aivar of the Ash Dragons. To those in these halls though? Few knew her directly, her exploits were mostly out of the public eye, raiding forces moving from target to target, never staying put for long. To the Lords and Knights here, some may even know of the corporation she had created to funnel money, sihps, weapons, and more around where her pirates couldn't or shouldn't be, in her opinon. To the acoyltes and apprentices though, she was an imposing figure, but an outsider. She rarely wore her robes, preferring simple but practical clothes, and oft openly carried grenades and a blaster. Many would assume she was a smuggler or officer under Sith employ, that was tilll they noticed the saberstaff she carried, or the stifling presence of the dark side clinging to her.

That was often her first test, if they could not notice she herself was Sith because their eyes, ironically, blinded them to the truth standing before them. It was far from the only thing she judged them on, but if they could not pass that hurdle, they weren't worth her time. After all, she's here to pick an apprentice, both to master herself, and to hopefully raise a new ally into the structure of the Order. After all, what self-respectin Sith didn't crave power? She didn't aspire for the throne, not currently anyway, but she still needed power, and reliable allies were a strength all their own.

Her eyes swept over the passerby, failing each person as they passed her. Some would be worthy in the future perhaps, but none had ca...Her eyes stopped scanning as another one began to pass her by. She wasn't quite sure why, but one of the more...metaphysical tests she had called to her, and none yet had passed that. She reached out and grabbed the girl by the shoulder, turning the initate to face her. After only a moment she smiled, this one would do. Even the force was telling her to take this once, and much as she resisted the call of the force, this particular feeling was different than normal. Less fate intervening then someone putting up a neon sign, at least in her eyes.

"You, you will do. Come with me, if you do well, I will have much to teach you. Both of the Sith, and beyond."

Khamesi's raw size was likely the first thing the girl was notice, she towered over most at 7'2", but if she knew anything of the other species of the Galaxy, her being a Cathar would also attract attention. After all, Cathar were almost always associated with the light, with there being a great deal more known Cathar Jedi, than Cathar Sith. One willingly using the dark raised many eyebrows among the Sith and Jedi alike, and even if one didn't know that much, seeing a member of a species known for their loyalty and sense of justice in the halls of the Sith was a different kind of whiplash, even if she did still share those traits. They were just...different.

Zarava Dekki