The Dark Academy on Korriban

Shaisha paced restlessly as she gazed out at the dark emptiness of space that they were travelling through.

Her fine clothes clung tightly to her athletic frame, in red and black hues that complimented her natural colors. Still, her ridged brow was furrowed in thought.

Will he be there I wonder? If the Dark Council is in session, perhaps... no, I hope not. I'm not ready yet.

It was not a stealthy approach. Not by a long shot. In truth there was no need. Some are meant to cower in the shadows, while others cast them...

An impressively large male Sith approached Shaisha. His broad shoulders and toned muscles were not overly concealed by his clothing. That he still had time to grow might give pause for thought.

As he closed in his eyes flicked up and down, taking her measure. Stopping beside her his golden eyes gazed out seeking whatever she sought before calmly commenting:

"Yo. S'up?"

The much shorter Sith took measure of the much larger one before her, just as he had done to her. The golden eyes looked slightly amused at his rather original greeting.

"Not much. Just want to get feet back on Korriban already, rather than being stuck in this overly-sized can hurling through space. And you?" the soft chuckle accompanied by her refined Dromund Kaas dialect, seemed to indicate she was in good humor.

Another true sith joins the gathering, walking in dressed in the finest clothes of the most up-to-date fashions, and a billowing black cloak hanging from his shoulders.

He peers contemplatively through the window, considering the view of the black void before them. After a moment, he bows his head to the other two sith and greets them.

"Good evening."

"Cool. Cool. I can dig that.". His shoulders and chest moved slightly as he took in a deep breath. "Looking forward to that good Ol' Korriban air. Know-what-I'm-sayin'?"

The accent was strange. Almost obtusely old and unusual in place and tone. Perhaps deliberately so?

"First time?"

He gestured towards the planet with one large hand as another joined them. A slight smile crossed his lips and he nodded at the man.

"Reckon it is. How's it goin' Bro?"

"No, not my first time." She smiled a little, then nodded to the other large Sith that had joined them.

"Good evening. What are the odds of three true Sith joining together like this, I wonder?" Shaisha grinned. "Shaisha Vreysk, a student soon to finish the training on Korriban."

If he was at all taken aback by the complete informality of the other sith, he doesn't allow it to show and replies, "It goes well. Any chance to return to the planet of our ancestors proves to be a good expedition."

Then turning his attention to the smaller sith, he considers her words for a moment before replying, "Considering our destination, probably better odds here than most other places, no? It is an honor to meet you, Shaisha Vreysk. I am Khalim Tsaikzu. son of Darth Alamta and heir to the Tsaikzu lineage."

Their responses were met with that same slight smile. Inwardly he noted every response like a hawk.

"Whoa. Guess we're breathing rar-e-fied, genu-ine, Pure blood air here. Pleasure's mine.". He gave Shaisha a wink. In a heartbeat his mannerisms snapped into the most uppity of upper class True Sith nobles.

"Jo'ren Rath, heir to the Ancient Bloodline of Sek'nos Rath. Pleased to be amongst some of my kin in these last days before graduation."

"Indeed. The presence of so many of pure blood certainly paints this class in a much more esteemed and favorable light. I wish you both success in your endeavors, that we may show the others the true strength of the sith, and why the organization is named from our race."

She took note of how they chose to introduce themselves with full lineage. Either they felt it would add levity to their own worth and cover up their shortcomings, or they were just full of it, she assumed. Ballsy considering they're in the same boat as me.

"It is indeed a pleasure. The company of human friends is good, but the presence of those who share our noble lineage is incomparable. I expect the two of you will be finishing among the top of this batch of students." Shaisha looked approvingly of the two of them, perhaps a tad longer on the handsome Jo'ren.

"Have either of you had the chance to associate much with our fellow acolytes?"

He nods, "I have met a few on the journey thus far, though nobody thus far that I have met before. And yourself? What do you think of those you've met thus far?"

Jo'ren chuckled at that.

"Associate? Bit strong. Met a few. Some of the humans seem inoffensive. There's a Zabrak I really need to spar with..."

He flashed Shaisha a winning grin. "Expect we'll be the top three. Right?"

He gave the other male a top to bottom inspection. "This is the time and place to forge alliances. I'm looking forward to seeing what everyone can do."

There is a slight commotion as another possible student brushes her way past an Imperial. Brush, more like simply walked through him knocking the older man to the floor she glared at the man as his face paled. She was a muscular Zabrak approaching 2 meters in height, her form looming over the poor man.

He spat out apologies as she grinned and said, “Worms like you should be crushed under foot.” She emphasized the phrase by placing her boot on his chest.

The man squealed with terror. She cocked her head back and regarded him with disdain, “You reek of fear, worm. Worms don’t deserve to live… but I don’t wish to dirty my boots.” She continued walking already forgetting about the victim and looked out the window.

"There are some of the humans here I could speak well of, compared to some of the filth that has come to tarnish our heritage's homeworld," she frowned, and before she could continue, there was a commotion.

"... I believe you've found your Zabrak-date, Jo'ren," Shaisha commented with a dry chuckle.

Noting the arrival of the Zabrak almost as if on cue, Khalim glimpses between Jo'ren and the Zabrak to see if anything will come of his previously mentioned desire.

Thorne didn’t hear the words but the chuckle caught her attention and she turned her eyes to the trio of sith. Well versed in diplomacy and conflict resolution she responded with poise and rage, “Is something funny? Do I amuse you?”

"Merely amused at the impeccable timing of coincidences. Jo'ren here was just speaking of how he wished to fight a tough Zabrak," she gave a nod to the tall handsome Sith.

Jo'ren's eyes blazed as he watched the Zabrak move across the deck, approaching the window. Her uncontrolled rage was delicious, even if he thought her actions wasteful. A cool gaze met her as she turned her fury towards the three True Sith.

"Heard there was a decent fighter here. Guessing that's you."

The question was whether or not this Zabrak was actually any good outside of beating up on old humans. The answer would likely lie in the Academy. He doubted the instructors would look kindly on a brawl on the observation deck.

She listened to the words still expecting a slight hidden among the meaning, always on guard for attack. When the other sith mentioned finding a tough fighter she just shrugged and said, “If you become worthy of my time, maybe. I don’t waste my time, so if you think you have what it takes then prove it.”

She approached and added, “Thorne, heir to a great lineage of Sith, but all that matters to me is that I get to kill Jedi.”

"Seems like you're out of luck, Jo'ren," she smirked at the man, and looked back at the Zabrak. This one didn't seem too bad.

"Shaisha Vreysk, likewise an heir to a distinguished Sith lineage. Seems this is a meeting place of such remarkable acolytes."

"Indeed, it does seem that way. I am Khalim."

"Heh, Jo'ren Rath, likewise likewise. But talk is cheap." He looked out at where the planet seemed to be slowly approaching. "Down there. If you're more than talk you'll find me in the training grounds. Picking fights I can't win. Until I do." His large hands flexed a few times, forming fists, or claws.

His attention returned to the small gathering. "Let's graduate, and go kill some Jedi."

"So eager," she teased Jo'ren with a playful smile. "I don't think our future masters would send us head-first into battle with the corrupt Jedi, to be honest. Though we can certainly hope. The sooner they are broken, the better."

Judging by the three large figures there, she had a hunch their specialties were mostly dedicated to the grunt-work; certainly Jo'ren and Thorne, at least. She looked at Khalim, the one who seemed more likely to have more brains than brawns so far out of these three.

"Breaking the Jedi is not everything. The Empire must simultaneously consolidate its power, lest another organization come in to fill the void left by the crushed Jedi."

He smiles somewhat, with very little warmth, "One must always make sure they have a plan for the proper subjugation of any worlds they liberate from the Jedi in place before they take even the first step toward crushing the Jedi in their way."

"You have the right of it," Shaisha nodded, both in agreement and approval. I was right. He has the brains.

"While the Empire needs strong warriors to take on the enemy in combat, there is also the need for leaders to take control in the wake of the Jedi's defeat."