Ashin Cardé Varanin
Couple bodies in the garden where the grass grows
THE POMOJEMA
MOBILE SITH ACADEMY OF HIGHER LEARNING
UNALIGNED DEEP SPACE
As a starship, the Pomojema wasn't especially large - a bulky light cruiser, perhaps. As a groundside building, which it often was, it dwarfed the downtown areas of most cities. A wide variety of personal starships filled its docking bays, with plenty of room for additional visitors, teachers, and prospective students. More often than not, when someone new arrived, Ashin or another senior instructor met them personally. The Pomojema prized its reputation for exclusivity.
Taeli Raaf would, no doubt, catch the scent that Ashin wasn't human anymore. After an ill-fated dogpile on Pillio, she'd accelerated her plans for rebirth and accepted the offer of a Mesinis'Kaita body - a limited shapeshifter, available immediately. As such, she looked exactly like she normally did lately - ashen, emaciated, older than her years. But the heavy dark side corruption that had withered her was now largely an affectation of shapeshifting.
She had company for Arcanix's arrival: the avowed Jedi-killer Saavat Kishan, master of poisons, a fellow senior instructor. Like her, Saavat maintained a semblance of humanity: his armor, which looked like a humanoid wore it. Underneath, like her, he was something quite different - a Stennes Shifter in his case. After months of working together, Ashin could pick out the excitement and curiosity that flickered through his everpresent malevolence. He'd done a good deal of work with the venoms and other toxins from Arcanix's varied Sithspawn, and he'd never met Arcanix personally.
Saavat and Ashin made up the entire welcoming party, but she could sense others' attention: students and instructors alike. Arcanix had a Reputation - and Ashin had one as well, for hating the Sith Empire. She was content to let them chew on their questions.