The Dark Academy on Korriban

Nunki was up bright and early today, hoping to get as much out of her last day on Korriban as possible. She'd barely even thought of breakfast until now, and found herself at a table with only the finest of paste on her plate. Which wasn't fine at all, but she'd have to wait until later in the day for real food.

Yavin was coming.

But for now, she was here and she was hungry. So she ate, alone for the moment, at a table in a far corner.

Sylvain too had woken up early, and after making a stop at Rona's office, found himself in the Mess Hall.

After collecting his allotment of paste and hard bread he looked around the room and saw the woman, Nunki, sitting off by herself.

Approaching with a smile, Syl greeted her. "Good Morning Aspirant Malnya. Can I join you?"

Nunki looks up to Sylvain as he approaches. "Of course, please, sit." She says, nodding to the seat across from her. "How have you been? It's been a while."

He smiled charmingly, "It has been far too long Miss Malyna. I'm relieved to tell you I am free of the queen now. Gave her an eviction notice shortly after the last time we talked."

Nunki smiles.

"I'd been meaning to find you to ask about that situation. I assume it was mostly painless?" She laughs one moment, then takes a sip of her drink.

He chuckled and smiled, "Mostly, a little bit of exertion was required, but the end result was quite satisfying."

Pausing to take a suggestive sip from his water he then asked, "And what about yourself?"

"Same old same old" she says, her smile coming back after the drink. "Building light sabers, force nightmares, the usual."

"Force nightmares?" He asked, "What type?"

"The few weeks before the expedition to the wastes, I was having this recurring dream. Lord of aspirants dying, and some super powerful guy being freed. I told Savas and Zash, they were concerned enough to do something about it, so must've been something big."

Her tone mobs from somewhat frivolous to be more serious as she finishes.

"So yeah. Same old same old."

Sylvain nodded then asked, "You've always had these types of visions?"

She shakes her head. "Nothing like this before. I could see something maybe a day in advance, and when I want to. Not at night, weeks in advance and involuntarily."

"Did Savas or Zash offer any insight into your predicament?" He asked with concern.

She shrugs. "They didn't offer much. Though, based on Savas's tone, I suspect that this kind of thing isn't particularly normal."

He chuckled, "A boon and a curse. I assume you are planning on honing this skill for greater utility in the future, yes?"

"Well, unless I'm getting scary shit like that every night, it is quite a nice thing to know the future that far ahead. I've had it happen before, but I was able to do it on command. Nothing like that." Pausing, she then asks "Have you ever experienced anything like that at all? Maybe not over 3 weeks, but something in your near future?"

He shook his head, "Nothing with piercing quality like you describe. That skill is still something I need to acquire."

"Yes, I will have to work on harnessing that ability. Could be quite useful. Already has."

She smiles, and speaks in a happier tone.

"I am sure somebody such as yourself will have no problems learning."

He chuckled, "That's kind of you... but I'm all show. I can read people fairly well... but books and lore aren't my strong suit."

"You know, reading people is a good skill for knowing the future without the Force."

She leans back, crossing her arms.

"What do you make of me?" She asks, half smiling.

He chuckled, "Putting me on the spot eh?"

He looked her up and down, "A fairly easy-going person by nature. You're a bit overwhelmed by the sudden change in your lifestyle and the abilities now available to you, but you're driven to prove yourself worthy of them."

He squinted his eyes a bit, "You're a bit skeptical about all this 'Empire' and 'Sith' stuff. You're looking for things that will be helpful and let you carve out a spot for yourself, but... you aren't overly committed to sacrificing everything you are for them. Not really the type to follow blindly into the abyss and hope things go well. You tend to think about the implications of your decisions before you make them."

He then tilted his head, "Or I could just be talking out of my posterior."

Nunki eventually leans in, resting her head on her hands as Sylvain goes on. Her face changes as he speaks, going from interest, to agreement, and nodding as he speaks. "Not bad." She says, "Pretty accurate I'd say."

He chuckled, "Even a broken clock is right twice a day."

She smiles, almost laughing at that. "I suppose. But I wouldn't want to compare myself to a broken clock."

He chuckled, "I was comparing myself to one. Every kath-hound has his day. That type of thing... I promise I'm not that impressive in reality. I just make a good show of it."

"Now I wouldn't say that. Everybody's got their own thing. Now I don't know you quite well enough to say what yours is, but that was fairly impressive." She says, smiling.