Who Am I?
Korriban was as much of a mess as she'd expected. Alina let out a sigh, closing her eyes as she leaned back in her seat. Stared at the ceiling of her ship. At least the extremists of the Ashlan weren't willing to risk innocent life for their ideals. Leaving the world was less.. Life threatening. Not just for herself. Her golden gaze traveled back towards the living area of the ship, settling on the acolyte she'd picked up on the way.
Then stood.
"You have a name, or should I call you Acolyte?"
Darth Razarač