Dapper Dog wrote:
Darth Vengean was an old man but powerfully built and stood a head taller than most, much of his upper body was cybernetic and his right leg was also replaced. He bore heavy scars on the face and he was bald with a smattering of snow white hair. He spoke, “You both have performed well, I have my eye on both of you. Continue to dominate those lesser than you. I expect-”
He stopped as someone spoke to the Wrath of the Emperor and once again the room was deathly silent.
Because of his size and physique Jo'ren did not feel any discomfort at the size of the man speaking to him and his colleague Khalim. They had both represented their bloodlines well today, which was gratifying despite his own annoyance at failing to gain a perfect score. He took note of the Dark Council member, wondering who had inflicted the wounds.
He was a little annoyed that the man had been cut-off in mid-flow, it seemed to be a constant this evening, and when he looked to the source it was the
same cause as before.
Who the fuck are you Layne Hoshin? He watched the reactions of the crowd rather than the girl. It was far more telling...
Dapper Dog wrote:
Vengean narrowed his eyes and then returned to the aspirants, “You are the best of this Academy and the future of the Sith, and as you can see it is imperative that you rise. We have enough mongrel filth in our ranks.”
"Your praise is gratifying, my Lord. I look forward to rising, and taking my place in the ranks of the Sith." Of course, that is just another beginning...