The Dark Academy on Korriban

Remmington heads down to the mess hall for the somewhat late dinner. Having been to Korriban before he knows that they will have nothing but nutrient paste to look forward to in the months ahead. So may as well enjoy some real food while he still has a chance.

He scans through the menu before placing an order in.

Jacket on, Kristal was somewhere at a mix between civilian military fashion and Military military fashion. There was an air about her as she walked, a sense of Authority. Some of the lower ranking soldiers aboard even thought it proper to give her respect as she passed. After all, many aboard knew who her father was. However, she was not him and she expected it from no one.

Finding a seat she awaits the meal she requests.

Remmington notices the girl about his age and at first glance she looks like an Imperial officer but he soon realizes her Force sensitivity and greets her with an appropriate bow to another Sith. "Greetings lord. I suppose we best make the most of the real food we will get here before we can enjoy the wonders of nutrient paste on Korriban."

With Korriban fast approaching, Nunki realized this very well could be the last time she eats something that can pass as real food. She had assumed the cafeteria would be mostly empty by now of her peers, a perfect time for her to eat. She was surprised to find two other force sensitives inside. It does not take very long for her to decide her meal. Nothing would remind her of home. Not even close. Another look towards She hesitates a moment before making her way to the two. She can't be alone forever on Korriban.

She is dressed in fairly long, brown robes. Though there is a hood, it is not up. Under the robe, one would see fairly standard dress. Her hair is down, about as down as it would go.

With a quick bow to the both of them, she speaks, making no attempt to hide her accent.

"Greetings to the both of you. I see I'm not alone in having a last true meal before Korriban. "

"I am not Sith just yet," she says before she even turns to look properly at Remmington.

As she looked to him there wasn't a moment of recognition outside of the simple fact he as well must be an Acolyte given his words and appearance.

"Yes, one last decent meal to spoil ourselves before we return. Who am I speaking to?"

There was a pause, looking to the new arrival with a curiosity. She appeared off, but then there was that accent. Kristal knew well enough, but she didn't discard people so readily as others might, not without knowing more first.

"You are not," she adds flatly. Kristal didn't discard people, but she didn't have to be overtly friendly either.

Remmington's brow wrinkles a little at the unfamiliar accent. He does offer another bow to the new Force sensitive. "Greetings to you as well lord. I suppose we should make the most of our situation as well as opportunities to meet."

He offers an introduction first to the others. "I am Remmington Thalalas, of House Balmung before it fell. I hail from Sikurd. " He seems more friendly of the group. At least on the surface.

Another figure arrives in the mess hall for a meal before being solely provided with nutrition paste.

Wearing the finest clothes of the most recent Imperial style and walking with the confident stride of one who knows his position in life, he is quite clearly nobility of the sith. The voluminous black cloak hanging from his shoulders billows with each stride. The hilt of an ornate saber hanging from his belt can be glimpsed from behind the cloak every so often.

He places his order and then scans the room for any interesting faces. Upon seeing the semi-familiar face of Remmington, he makes his way over to the table.

"Good evening."

Remmington bows respectfully to Khalim when he notices his approach. "Good evening Sith Tsaikzu. I trust your stay on the ship has been well so far?"

She could hear the apathy in Kristal's voice, but the man seemed to be at least willing to converse. Worth a shot...

"I am Nunki Malyna, it is very good to meet you." She goes to say more, but is caught off guard by the arrival of another. She turns to bow, noticing the red skin and long, black cloak.

"Good evening..."

"Well met Nunki Malyna. Please forgive my inquisition but I thought I was familiar with more dialects and accents in Imperial space but I do not recognize yours. Which planet do you hail from? If you wish some assistance feel free to ask." Remmington offers towards the curiousity among the group.

Somehow she'd learned of the fact they were being fed real food here, and that that was not going to be the case once they'd arrive at the academy. Not that she'd had much in the way of real food in her life, but that was all the more reason to partake then, wasn't it? So she loaded up a plate with... everything; or near enough; before finding herself a table.

Oh, those two again...

She noticed two vaguely familiar faces. She hated the thought of talking to them again. Then again, she hated the thought of talking to *anyone*. It was probably all just going to be useless pratter about blah blah empire this, sith are so wonderful that, oh my yes how delightful that you're a noble something something.

Then again, there were reasons to force herself to bite on through.

So she sat down at the table where all the students were gathering; familiar and unfamiliar; and gave them a quick glare and nod before she started picking up food with her hands, like some sort of animal, and putting it into her mouth.

This works...

"Indeed, Mr. Thalalas. I find that the journey to the planet of my ancestors can make any ship transit pleasant. And what of yourself?"

He nods to the others gathered as well before taking a seat at the table and awaiting the arrival of the food he ordered.

He observes the uncivilized girl briefly as she devours her food, though he shows no sign of any distaste for her actions.

Another moment of hesitation. "Well, that would be because I do not hail from any planet in particular. I was born and raised in space, as were my parents." A pause, and she continues. "I did, however, spend a fairly significant time on Nar Shadaa and Dromund Kaas. Those two are probably the closest things I have to homeworlds."

She turns her head to acknowledge the newcomer.

She has the right idea...

With her question answered and the arrival of others that were seemingly less interested in her than this Remmington. Which was quite alright with her. Turning more to her meal there was a structured way in how she ate. Military fashion.

As far as anyone could tell, the newest arrival had arrived without Kristal's notice. Given her animal like manners, and the glare, she simply remained passively ready.

"I have been to Korriban a few times. It will be good to be there once more. I rather look forward to them letting us hunting down our own lightsabers." Remmington answers.

He gives Layne a polite bow. "Good evening Layne Hoshin." He decides to leave her alone for now since she is actively devouring her food.

He regards Nunki for a moment. "Born in space... Nar Shaddaa huh? I hear things are pretty hectic over in Hutt space. I am interested in hearing more about it when you have the time to spare." I wonder if she is a space pirate.

He finally gets his food and goes towards where the military girl is sitting. "Mind if I join you Miss... sorry I never got your name."

Taking note of the sidelong glances the guards in the room are casting in the direction of the table, Khalim considers the presence of the unusual human with the odd accent.

"I am Khalim Tsaikzu. I'm guessing your time on Nar Shadaa would be why the guards seem to be watching you while pretending to not be watching you?"

Yep. Called it. All fop and no substance.

"I visited Nar Shaddaa," she said; in between mouthfulls; as if the mere declaration of it was somehow important. Had to be, because she didn't seem inclined to add anything to the thought.

Without turning her head or missing a beat, she says "Precisely."

With Remmington moving towards the other girl, Nunki makes the decision to follow him over. He seems to at least be friendly to her. Her, however... Maybe.

Kristal finishes her current bites and then regards Remmington with a glance.

"You may," she offers starkly, "Kristal Serasai."

As she offered her name there was just the pause, a space. Both that the question was answered and she didn't feel more needed to be added but also that the name she carried usually brought about some recognition among Imperials.

Nunki smiles. "Kristal? That's a lovely name. I must say, I'm a bit jealous."

She doesn't have any noticeable reaction to her surname.

Remmington nods approvingly. "A daughter of the Serasi family? Your family has received quite the boon." He certainly is familiar with the name.

He looks to the other two outsiders and decides to explain a little. "The Serasi family has produced a number of distinguished military officers. The most well known at the moment is Grand Moff Serasi."

He nods in agreement at least. "Yes, Kristal is a lovely name indeed."

Ugh... I'm eating here.

More food was inserted into her mouth while she listened to what sounded like terrible flirting.

"My mother isn't here to receive word of the compliments," she said in response. It was her mother who chose her name after all. Flirting, baseless flattery, whatever was behind the comments it didn't phase Kristal much. Orderly and precise as always.

"You," she looked to Nunki, "Malyna, is that Civilian or Military?"

The sharp "You." from Kristal caught her attention.

"Civilian." she says with tidbits of food in her mouth. She swallows, and continues. "Though, with space being space, we did know how to defend ourselves well enough"

"That is a shame. Please pass on my regards." Remmington replies. Ambitious military type. Check. He does take some interest in her question and looks over to Nunki.

Definitely a pirate. He regards Nunki for another moment.