The Dark Academy on Korriban

"I give credit where it is due," he replies. "But I am the one that walks away with the trophy, and was the one that made the kill possible and did the bulk of the work. I would not alienate potential comrades by insulting their contributions. They were capable."

Ravage says, “A true Sith needs no one, comrades are easily disposed of and in time become liabilities.”

Zeno nods at the wisdom. "A lesson that I will take to heart Darth Ravage. I currently work to improve my strength and will undoubtedly stand alone under my own power and will. Your council is well received."

"He does have a reputation for being a stoic and focused warrior." Not that she didn't like seeing it too. It had been entertaining.

She glances in the direction of Ravage and Zeno, wondering what they might be speaking of, as Vowrawn had so far covered the other masters that her acquaintances were acting as pages for.

If Marr hadn't simply immediately disconnected for the recess, Kristal asked, "Is there anything you need done here during the recess my Lord?"

Marr turns to her, “I have nothing pressing, Kristal.”

He is quiet a moment and then adds, “I have interceded on behalf of your mother, see that my mercy is not misplaced.”

Vowran purses his lips and then says, “Ravage is all teeth and savagery. He solves problems with brute force, effective but simple. I am sure he was given a seat for his lack of political acumen. I had thought it a trick or ruse, but years of observation have shown him to be doggedly simple.”

“Even more so than Hurn.”

Shaisha hides her smirk behind a raised hand, seeming to on-lookers as if she is merely thoughtful and contemplating Vowrawn's words.

"Very educational," she says, nodding in appriciation. Never hurt to learn more about the Dark Council beyond what was known to most. She continues in a light-hearted tone, "I appriciate you enlightening me so... I shall have to keep it all in mind when I one day claim one of these vacant seats on the Council."

He chuckles loudly and says, “My child… you know not what hell you would unleash on yourself.”

He turns to the empty seats and says, “The Dark Council is both the apex of power and a prison. It takes a great deal of work to keep things civil in these chambers and you can only imagine the plotting outside these walls.”

"It is not misplaced, my Lord, of that I can assure you," she says, bowing her head in thanks.

"I owe you a service."

‘I expect loyalty, unto death, will suffice,” Marr says focusing his gaze on the council.

"That should not be difficult," she said, joining Marr's gaze, toward the council.

She looks at the empty seats in order as he speaks.

"But someone has to do it, no? It's why many are here, like yourself?" As she looks out to the council again, her gaze meets Kristal's for a moment.

Know all too well about the plotting going on outside the chamber. It's more civil in here than outside.

He follows her gaze and says, “Friend of yours or a delicious rival? Always cherish your rivals, child. They will drive you to greater ambition and take joy in their failures and defeats, in time it may become the only source of joy in your life.”

"Not a rival, no," she admits, crossing her arms over her chest as she considers her next reply. "A childhood friend."

"I will keep in mind your advice, though I hope I don't lose all sources of fun and joy in life apart from the satisfaction of seeing a rival's failure."

Vowrawn sighs and says sympathetically, “You have my condolences then, in advance.”

"Thank you."

Normally she'd consider such words an empty gesture from a Sith Lord, but Vowrawn at least made it seem genuine. Either he was very good, or sincere. Both were appealing.

As Darth Ravage seemed to have no more to say to him, Zeno simply waited for an order and focused his mind, still trying to shake off Jaina's blow.

Jaina Kicked My Butt Recovery, D7 EE, Cool: 1eA+1eP 1 success, 1 advantage


-1 Strain: 12 Strain total