Private Refrain [Evelynn]

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Sictic Academy
Gargolyn IV

Becoming a Professor had not ever been a goal of Siva Cortez, nor was it one she really knew how to pursue or fulfill, but somehow she found herself here at the Academy on Gargolyn, of all places. The former CEO of Cortez Industries took in her new surroundings with a stoic, unnerving silence and a judging gaze of electric blue. There was not any place she had yet found she could not access with the ID pass granted her by Caulder Dune or a simple matter of willfulness over the technology charged with keeping the uninitiated out.

Adekos, perhaps, had not wagered on her meddling or interfering, but the man would soon find that Cortez did what Cortez pleased. Especially when presented with insufferable inefficiencies.

For now, she was in a state of observation and probing, which included entering classes already in session within the labs.

Beatrice Govan

 

[Beatrice Govan]

It was quite refreshing to have the upper-hand in a scenario for once.

Or rather, the upper arm.

Within the cutthroat walls of Sictis Academy, there was a large focus upon mechu-duru and the application of the Force in the realms of technology. So really, there was no better time to be in possession of a brilliant alchemy-infused cybernetic arm. In the laboratory, it almost made up for being a cripple.

Almost.

Confined to her temporary wheelchair, Evelynn Dorn sat in contemplation of the computer terminal before her. So far she had utilised her prosthetic as both a conduit and as a weapon but the woman had yet to grapple with its function as a slicing tool. The blonde did not see herself as an up-and-coming Sith Slicer but if one had the means to do something well then it would have been wasteful not to use it.

So she sat, arm transformed into a golden cyberspike that connected to the practice terminal, her severe features steeped in careful consideration. The Force and technology melding as one in a manner that made her peers long to cut off their own limbs in search of a such a glorious replacement.

At least they had a respite in the fact that the woman's legs were useless, unmoving flesh.

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