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Private To Find Allies of Acolytes

To exist in the lands of Sith dominion alone was a difficult thing, boundlessly did people prey upon each other for the chance to take another step high in the proverbial totem pole. And since her long, unwilling, departure from Sith space. Lirka was, frustratingly, alone. The Kainite were her allies in name only, for in truth she trusted her fellows as much as any other Sith: which was to say, very little.


So, Lirka took it upon herself to make a venture to the grounds around the Sith Academy. A venture that had become almost commonplace for her, the Acolytes were youthful and their ambition at times boundless. Rising stars made for a far more valuable ally than a Sith Lord already standing upon their foundations. Lirka was but a humble Sith-Imperial after all, lesser in the eyes of many a greater Lord of the Empire. But to an acolyte? She had enough clout to throw around to hopefully draw an ear or two.


And so did Lirka decide to make due with the humble public disturbance of loitering. Glowing lenses scanning over the coming and going of this place, she had to trust her intuition here: it only took one Sithling that could catch her eye to get the ball tumbling forward. Besides…the powersuit made her look closer to a droid than a person anyhow. And who would get annoyed at a droid for loitering?

Adean Castor Adean Castor
 


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Adean was running late.

It wasn't the first time (nor would it be the last) that the juggling of a multitude of identities would see her booking from one side of the galaxy to the other. Since, the past few days 'Brassius Zambrano' had been hard at work with their studies on Jutrand, 'Tavis Ordel' was now rushing to make their first class of the day. The double/triple/sometimes quadruple life they lead was an exhausting one, especially when they were aware they were under heavy scrutiny. For one reason or another Madrona A’Mia Madrona A’Mia had developed some fascination with their academic career. It was her Alchemy 101 course that 'Tavis' was rushing to now.

With arms occupied by textbooks and nose buried in a datapad, trying to refresh what she had missed in the days she was away, Adean stumbled as her foot caught on uneven stone. A couple precarious steps followed, the Epicanthix just narrowly managing to keep her textbooks and datapad within her arms, eyes wide as disaster was narrowly avoided. She cast a quick glance around, checking for any witnesses to the near-incident. "Sorry," she said quickly in the direction of the loitering figure. A huff of embarrassment flushed her cheeks - saying 'sorry' to a droid, hardly befitting a sith - and gathered herself to continue her rushed journey before stopping once more. Another glance back at the figure saw her brow furrow. "You're no droid."

 
The Galaxy had a funny way of throwing things at your face.

As she watched the fumble of the Acolyte in front of her, Lirka acknowledged them quizzically: an ever so slight tilt of her helm. At times, she almost forgot that the Would-Be-Sith were still schoolchildren at the end of the day. Her voice rumbled out, distorted some but her natural accent still trickling through.

“I see they let only the most observant Acolytes attend Korriban.”

Often, Lirka was forced to play a kinder role when dealing with Sith. And she relished her time with acolytes for having to do the exact opposite. But, this acolyte seemed odder than the normal lot she had dealt with before.

“I’ve never known a Sith to be one to say sorry.”

Equal parts a matter-a-fact statement, and question. It was the oddities of this Empire that drew Lirka in like a moth to a flame.

Adean Castor Adean Castor
 



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Adean shouldn't have cared when her observational skills were called into question. And to be quite truthful, she didn't. Yet even playing the role of a figurative nobody among the Sith rather than a member of a long running dynasty, she couldn't help but feel it'd be more off putting it she didn't bristle at the armored individual's comment. "And I'm surprised they let you in unescorted. Do the instructors know you're here?"

She looked the individual up and down with a calculating gaze. The suit was probably armed to the teeth and she could only assume the glowing eyes of the helmet caught more than her own cursory glance could. The grip on her books tightened, both to further ensure they would not tumble again and to keep something between her person and the individual.

"There's power in the word. Others are fools not to use it." And that was the only reason she did, at least that was the image the Epicanthix sought to project. "And what of you? What business have you here?"

 
Lirka couldn't help but grin underneath her helm as the words of Adean Castor Adean Castor reached her ears. The bristling ego of youthful Acolytes amused her to no end, it is why she found herself to compelled to nestle herself among their lot. The next generation of the Empire and all that usual gibberish, and it paid to make friends early: albeit, Lirka had no idea just the type of oddity she had stumbled into.

"But of course. I am a humble servant of the Kainate."

Lirka wore her "allegiance" on her sleeve. It was good to weed out those who may have had misgivings on her master, too many of Lirka's machinations revolved around the powerbase he had built and the strength her position had afforded to her. She cocked her head in response to the Acolyte's philosophies on "sorry". How fascinating.

"Yes, I suppose the kindness of our words does bring quite a bit of power."

Lirka wasn't sure she had ever said sorry to anyone in her 200 years alive. A humorous thought.

"I have come to learn and to see, I have been indisposed from this Empire for quite some time. When I last walked Korriban laid in the hands of the enemy, and I could not gaze upon the new generation of Sith who may lead this Empire to glory. But I merely an old woman, and I am no Sith. What is this place like, Acolyte?"

She loathed having to play the part of a kind imperial, but this Sithling had shown enough resolve to warrant it. Now, all she could do was query and try to learn all she could.
 

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