The Dark Academy on Korriban

Having arrived at her destination, Xevine promptly threw her bag into her room, and went for food.

Well. Something like food. She looked around, let out a small sigh. A small part of her was hoping for gourmet chefs. Or chef slaves. Instead... chef droids. She was pretty sure that there was a larger philosophical argument that was made so they can avoid saying "budget cuts."

She looked at the serving of paste and glass of water. Welp. The food is like on the battlefield, for sure. Sitting down, she started a staring contest with her food. Hopefully, she won't lose.

A tall blue-ish alien entered the mess hall.

After traversing Korriban wastes, Rumun needed some nourishment. He didn't grumbled about the food. He was accustomed to eating this kind of stuff. A lifetime of being a slave taught him to accept what was given to him. A glass of water and nutient paste was better that being killed or die of hunger.

He sat and silently ate very slowly the food.

Xevine looked up, noticing a new arrival. Another alien. How strange... finishing her own meal, she stood up to join the Duros. "Hello fellow acolyte." Thirsting for companions? Her? Naaaaaaaaaah.

Rumun noticed the female Zabrak that was talking to him.

'' Oh, hello...'' The 6'11'' tall duros stood up to greet his fellow acolyte.

'' Rumun Gol '' He presented himself as he bows to the female zabrak. '' May I ask your name?, my lady'' He asked politely.

Niriti walked into the dinning area with quick steps, reaching to her Zabrak comrade. "Xevine Distraacht!" She exclaimed with a worried glance. "I am so glad to see you made it to the Academy safely."

The human woman gave a soft sigh as she looked from her to the strange other creature. "uhh, you can stop standing there and bring me some food." She added to the Duro with a less friendly tone before returning to her normal calm voice to the Zabrak. "Please do tell me about your wild walk. It was such a pity that the arrival to the planet brought an end to our previous conversation."

Xvine was just about to reply when Nirito arrived. "Xevine Distraacht, as the lovely Nirit has offered." She gestured to the former slaver.... this was going to be an interesting meeting.

"Nothing but a few worms in my way, as I was about to mention to Acolyte Gol." She indicated towards the blue tower that was the alien acolyte, deciding to ignore Niriti's comment to the duros. It was understandable after all, not many aliens were Sith, and mostly the good ones... still, some basic politeness could work.

"And yourself? Your trip was okay?"

The duros turns as this new female arrives. He also bows to her.

Rumun's red eyes are fixed on Niriti's eyes. His eyes don't flicker. Suddenly a food tray from the counter, several meters away from where they are, starts slowly floating towards them.

The tray with the nutrient paste stops right in front of Niriti.

''Will this suffice?, my lady?'' He asked politely, as the tray, serenely lands on her hands.

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[OOC-Rolls]

Force Check for Move a silhouette 0 object.
Discards one force point, flips a destiny to light side to activate move basic power.

D1 - Breakfast of Champions; Force Roll; Move Food Plate for Niriti: 1eF 2 Light Side


Strain Damage 1
Conflict 1

Niriti's brow raises impressed by the Duro's power. "Impressive" She says with her natural soft tone accepting the tray while she signals to the table next to them. "It was an appropriate stroll for a first day, nothing too complicated. Those worms were easy to get rid of. I took the advantage to go with one Remmington to reach the Academy."

The woman looked towards the Duro, evaluated the usefulness of him and decided to accept him for the time being. "I am Niriti of Tarsis."

Xevine sat down, and gestured to the others to do the same. "That is good to hear. Romun, what about you? No troubles during the walk?" Her tone was kept carefully neutral and even, keeping any surprise out of it.

Rumun expression is neutral as well, there's no indication of superiority, pride, or anything really.

'' Glad to meet you Lady Niriti of Tarsis. Rumun Gol '' He bows to Niriti once again as he formally presented himself.

The tall blueish alien sat again.

'' The biological constitution of my species is more suited for humid enviroments or orbital stations so besides the harsh conditions of the wastes, I did not found any trouble in my journey here, Lady Distraacht. '' He answered the female Zabrak question. His raspy voice sounds calm.

Then he drinks from his glass of water.

'' But perhaps it took me a bit more time arriving here than others...'' He adds.

Capable, yet slow, thought to herself the woman as she dipped the spoon into the nutritious blob that was their food, something she was not used to since a very long time. And her face of disgust agreed with her feeling. She would have to get used to it, but her learning must better be worth the daily grub. At least the taste wasn't as awful as the looks, she thought as she ate a bit of it.

"Isn't your planet also home of republics?"

'' You mean Duro? yes, it is part of the Republic close to Corellia in the Core region. But that's my species native world. I do not come from Duro...''

He took a pause to eat a small portion of the nutrient paste. Very slowly.

'' ... when I was very young I was captured during the initial phase of the military advances of the Sith Empire. Sold as a slave and trained as a clerk, I have seen many worlds and many different locations, my Lady.'' The duros calmy explained his story to Niriti. ''...but I don't consider myself native to Duro, because I don't know where I was born.''

'' Also, as you must probably know, because of the enviromental disaster at Duro after the Mandalorian wars, the duros as a species have spread beyond our native planet, colonized many worlds including Neimoidia and discover much of the hyperspace lanes of this galaxy. We are not considered a sedentary species.'' He adds, with a slight smile in his face.

'' And you my lady? May I ask your story?'' He asked

''What about you, Lady Distraacht?'' He also asked to the Zabrak.

'' Of course if you don't want to share that kind of personal information with me, please don't feel obliged to just because I told my story, my Ladies '' He respectfully adds.

"I come from Taris!" She emphasized in her soft tone, with her brow raised. "It's a junkyard, so I got out of it and started looking for a proper thing to do with my life. And that's how I became a sales person, and I sold anything and anyone."

"House Distraacht has its holdings on Dromund Kaas mainly, and that is where I studied up until now." She glanced towards Niriti.

"I cannot say that I traveled to many places up until now."

'' Fascinating. '' Rumun was really interested. '' So you must be very knowledgable about the galaxy, supply rates and demand of local products, yes?'' He asked.

'' I have always been interested in how the galactic market works, flow charts and trade in general. Trade is the heart beat of this galaxy, some say, especially among the Muun and Neimoidians. While I consider that an overstatement, we cannot deny the importance of trade and the extraction and transformation of resources.''

'' May I ask for a commercial anecdote, my lady? '' He asked politely.



'' Ah, a noble. Forgive, my Lady, for treating you with such familiarity.'' He bows.

'' After I was discovered as a force sensitive being I was transferred to Dromund Kaas. I trained there as well. I suppose you trained at your family holdings, right?'' He asked.

"Well, let's see an anecdote..." For a while the woman thought hard and then decided on her best anecdote. "I lived in the junk planet Taris, nothing to eat practically, nothing to do but just walk among the centuries old trash looking for a way to make a living. Although it had already been scrapped of its most precious objects and resources, and only the trash and the swamps remained." Niriti spoke with distaste and disgust as her eyes grew dark in memory of her ancient home planet. "Blood sucking insects were all that lived in the planet, both sentient and non-sentient. I needed to get out of there."

"I had happened to be in the spaceport when I saw a group of locals trying to hijack the supply vessel that we received every week, a gift to keep us happy and buy us from the Republic, although they never did anything to bring us out of our dead lives." Anger started to build up in her words. "It was never enough, never sufficient for the waning population that had survived the planet's destruction." She calmed down. "Of course they never were able to take the vessel, it was guarded, but that gave me an idea, and so I approached the group and we were ready the next time that the supplies arrived Taris. I was good looking, so I approached one of the guards. I knew he found me attractive so it was not hard for me to drive me away, although I was barely a teen." The human woman caressed the skin of the Duro ever so slightly, just enough to awaken a shiver in him.

"I drew down my rags, slowly, letting my hair cover my breasts. The stupid ass started to remove his pants in a hurry. He didn't see the bat hit his head. I cried out from the top of my lungs, and ran out of the small alley holding my rags around my breast, crying as the other guards ran inside to see their colleague on the floor. Those that remained were easily reduced by my gang, and then we left Taris with the rations of an abating planets week, and a space ship."

Rumun listened to Niriti's story with interest. How Niriti explained every detail and how her emotions emphasize every part of the story. This was the type of things that made Rumun's heart beat. This was the type of cunning and ingenuity that he likes in sentient beings.

When Niriti hand touched his skin, there was no reaction. No, physical pleasures was not what Rumun was searching for. He kept listening, his eyes were fixed upon how Niriti told her life story. How a young girl, without the basic needs, against all odds thought of a cunning plan to liberate herself from her bounds. How in one stroke, defeated her destiny and create an advantageous position by taking the ship AND the supplies.

Yes. That was amazing from Rumun perspective.

'' Amazing. Really, fascinating. '' His eyes shine with in admiration '' How amazing of you, been so young and achieve such a cunning plan. Truly magnificient, my lady Niriti. Thanks, thank you for sharing that anecdote'' He was really moved.

Truly brilliant He thought.

Xevine felt gracious, and inclined her head towards the Duros. "It is forgiven Acolyte Gol. It is an understandable mistake to make." She shook her head. "My family had only a scant few Force Sensitive members in the past, we do not concern ourselves with such matters, mostly just the military. I studied at one of the Academies on Dromund Kaas."

She listened to Nereti's tale, and smiled. "I am sure you will do well Niriti, and make lots of friends." She leaned back and observed the two. They can be useful, most probably.

"I am flattered, and thankful to the both of you." She added as she finished the food on her dish, pushing it all down, most of the flavor, with water. "I did what had to be done, and because of that I am still alive and thriving."

'' Yes, that's the essence of empowerment. You adapted and changed. You sought your own destiny and conquered it, that small victory broke several chains, that otherwise, would had bounded you to a complete different end. You defied being defeated.'' Rumun comments '' I guess you will become a wise and powerful sith, my Lady Niriti'' He praised Niriti.

Niriti was getting the feeling that the Duros was being overly polite, reaching the limit of her tolerance. She had dealt with slaves and knew that many tried to trick you into liking them, mainly to try to get you to free them before selling them. It could be some type of inherited feature of the Duro.

"What about yourself?" She wondered to him. "What is your story?"

Xevien tilted her head towrds the Duros. He was deferential, but.... too deferential. She noted it for now, but otherwise felt curious and looked at Rumon, awaiting his answer.

'' Oh, my lady Niriti. My story is not as fascinating as yours I'm afraid.'' Rumun starts.

'' As I said before, I was captured during the victories of the Empire over the Republic. I do remember being sold in an public auction to my first master. I probably was 4 or 5 of your human years old.''

'' He did not find much of a use for me, so he sold me to another man. He trained me as a clerk. And all that I did was clasify documents, made charts, learn some languages. Boring stuff, I suppose. At least I visited some places in the empire as I accompanied my former master to his endevours''

'' One day, I discovered that I was a force sensitive being as I manipulated with my mind some papers and datapads. Then my former master send word to the ministry of war. They send me to some trainning facilities, one in Dromund Kaas and then, well, here I am.''

'' You see? Nothing spectacular. A boring story. '' He smiles.