The Dark Academy on Korriban

Open to any student with Reputation 7 or higher.

The Administration Hall is busy with dignitaries, on an upper floor a large meeting hall is converted into a banquet hall to seat the two hundred or so guests of rank that deserve recognition. The Hall is decorated in blacks and reds with large banners to Imperial glory. There is a more private area of the highest rank Sith and military and the students of distinction are ushered to this area to mingle with the Imperial elite.

Darth Acomo was speaking with members of the military, high ranking members who wanted to express their thoughts on the exam. She was quiet and the shadows clung to her as she observed the everything even if she seemed to focus on whoever was speaking.

Surrounded by hangers on and Sith, Lord Zash wore a daring gown, black of course but daring with an exposed back and a low neckline. She was sharing stories of travels and seemed quite the hit at the banquet. She used her smile like a weapon, it was disarming and sharp all at the same time.

Darth Vengean was annoyed, he was certain Lord Baras would be here but the man was absent. He knew that Baras did not enjoy such affairs but he felt that he should be here if only to deflect lessers. Rona was not the best of company and she was more like an attack dog than a shield.

Marr was quiet and observed the gathering; he was flanked by soldiers and was more a form of statue than man. Darth Xavin spoke easily with the Minister of War, in fact they seemed to be having quite the chat.

Yet there seemed to something in the air as if everyone was waiting for the other boot to drop… something was coming.

Rona eschewed her normal garb for a gown more fitting a party. She was neck deep into the wine and hovered near Darth Vengean per her master’ orders… the Master that was absent, which meant she was free to ply her charms on Vengean, and she could be quite charming if she wanted to be.

She was never far from a cup of wine.

Having performed extremely well in all areas but the one he thought of as his strength, Jo'ren had tidied himself up and gone to the big event. He wore clean, new clothes and an air of confidence. His rage simmered as he contemplated the hours of extra training he would put in to make up for his saber event, but smirked when he thought of pummeling that human into the ground.

His performance in the force and knowledge rounds ought to have been enough to impress even Lord Savas. Although truth be told he wasn't really thinking of that man's path to power. Still it was a good lesson: a Sith is more than a lightsaber...

Kristal Serasai was dressed her best, with what she could put together in such a short time in the Academy, and present. Military fashion was the choice of attire in theme with her families Lineage. There had been strong urging from those at the academy that Kristal should mingle with the important people visiting the Academy. For a slight moment, she entertained the idea that her father might be present. However, before that could go too far there was something which grabbed her attention. Shaisha may have said something, or simply having to move out of the way of someone far more important. It was comforting knowing Shaisha was here. Knowing there was someone she needn't have to hold up the Serasai name for.

Kristal was a warrior, she was a soldier, and that meant she was completely bored at parties. Though she was brought up with enough of them to know how to not let that boredom show.

Shaisha too took comfort in knowing Kristal would be there too. This party would've been insufferable otherwise.

She was dressed well, as she had had the foresight to pack formal wear, but right now she felt more like sinking into the floor as she couldn't stop thinking about everything that had gone wrong today.

Darth Acomo disengaged herself from her current conversation and approached Kristal, “Aspirant, that was an inspired performance today; your name has been on many lips this evening. Darth Marr would like a word with you, I suggest you do not tarry.”

She looked at Shaisha and added, “Aspirant, congratulations on your satisfactory performance.”

Rona approached and said, "Well done, you are not totally useless. Wine? Don't be shy, this is a celebration."

Khalim also arrived, still feeling quite pleased with his earlier performance during the tests. He has dressed in the finest clothes brought with him, and has left the customary black cloak in his room in order to appropriately display his fine attire at the fancy party. After all, what was the point of being wealthy nobility if you couldn't show everyone that you were, in fact, wealthy nobility?

Jo'ren was surprised that the overseer had singled him out, and even more so when she didn't talk down to him. He offered a wry smile.

"I suppose I could refuse, but I really don't want to. Thanks for the vote of confidence Overseer Thaine."

Also she was very attractive, he dug the scar. Grabbing a glass he raised it to her.

"To further victories."

"Thank you," you're waaay too kind.

Shaisha managed a smile on Kristal's behalf. "It's your moment. Enjoy it," she offered encouragingly to Kris, as she was about to meet one of the Darths she idolized. In fact, she felt a tad jealous. Darth Marr was one she admired too, but... she couldn't deny that Kristal had earned his attention today. She had excelled like few others could hope to match.

"Thank you Headmaster," Kristal says with a simple bow of the head in both respect and thanks. Getting acknowledged by both the Headmaster and one she looked up to? Tonight was already starting out well. With a cool head she hoped to see that continue. Deciding to see to it just as Darth Acomo had suggested, immediately. Turning her head to Shaisha briefly the other girl could see the brief and light smile that rested there. Then, without further delay, she excused herself from both of their company.

Moving through the gathered people Kristal presented herself before Darth Marr. Feeling a bit of Hero Worship as she stood there awaiting for him to acknowledge her so she might approach properly.

Rona was pleased to toast and said, “Victories are one of the best reasons to toast, have you settled in well? If there is anything I can do to aid your ascension to Sith, please let me know. You are probably one of the best prospects by far.”

She tipped the cup back to drink.

An Imperial Moff was chuckling and bragging to Marr about the might of his fleet when the Dark Council member said, “Off with you.”

The Moff blinked and said, “Excuse me?”

“I do not repeat myself, Moff Brann,” he turned his masked gaze onto the Imperial and he shrank in fear from the Sith. Once the Moff retreated Marr gestured for the aspirant to approach.

Darth Marr was a large man in both presence and stature, he allowed a moment of silence and then said, “Acolyte, you performed well and have shown yourself to have great potential. You have the ear of the Dark Council, and our eyes are upon you. You walk in the path of greatness, and the Empire is in need of greatness and talent.”

“Give me your assessment of your performance today.”

“You should be honored, the Emperor, himself, observed the Exams from orbit. Your fellow aspirant impressed him,” she added calmly.

“I expect that you will redouble your efforts in the days to come.”

She felt slightly tense to know that. If the Emperor watched these exams, then surely... her sire was watching too. "I will, my lord. I won't bring shame to the Academy's teachers, or my family."

There was only one alternative if she failed, after all.

Approaching as she was beckoned Kristal remained respectful. Perhaps an aspirant with potential, but merely still that... for now. It wasn't difficult to show reverence for a man as impressive in both appearance and respectability as Darth Marr. Kristal's military upbringing was clear in her response,

"It served it's purposes, giving an opportunity to showcase my potential, but it is merely yet potential. There is far more I can do to temper myself and truly gain power."

Nothing more than needed, nothing less than required, was her response. Kristal knew she wasn't done yet, she was only beginning. Even in this environment she knew that, but it wasn't humbleness. No, she knew she would one day be capable of reaching greatness.

"You know, I was thinking that myself, but it's always gratifying to hear that from a Sith." He nodded his thanks and took another sip with her.

"Actually Overseer, I would be grateful if I could requisition some equipment. I put in a request through one of the droids yesterday before we had been properly introduced. Otherwise I would have come to see you directly."

Rona laughed lightly and said, “Oh why be so impersonal, Jo’ren. My office is always open to you.”

Darth Marr listened and said nothing just looking at her in silence. He finally nodded and said, “Good.”

“We have enough violent brutes, they have their place but the Sith are more than just brutality. We are the best of the Empire and I demand the best of those that serve me. I require nothing less.”

A Moff bowed his head and added, “My lord, a matter demands your attention.”

Marr nodded and said, “Dismissed, aspirant.”

There is a hush over the crowd even the Dark Council turns toward the main entrance. A sith strode through the door, he was tall, handsome and powerful looking in black metallic armor. The chamber was silent, deathly silent. There was rage and then there was true wrath.

The Emperor's Wrath.

Each footfall, each step resounded in the chamber like thunder. His eyes swept over the chamber, never resting. Some called him Lord Scourge, a mere Lord, and yet he stood taller than the Dark Council. Darth Acomo glanced at Shaisha and then back to the Wrath as he approached Marr and engaged in a quiet conversation.

All eyes lingered on the Wrath, as conversation slowly returned to a normal level.

"Know I endeavor greater to become Sith, for I could not agree more." Kristal then bowed her head as she was dismissed, "As you wish my Lord."

With that she kept her head lowered ever so slightly as she took a step back, turned on a heel, and made her exit from his presence. Leaving the presence of one of the Imperial Militaries greater military leaders. Still feeling the tingle on her skin from the excitement of having been allowed the chance to speak with him when she was merely an aspirant.

Darth Marr was practically everything she wanted to be as a Sith.

Passing just out of the way as Scourge entered. Feeling his might by merely being in his presence for the secondary moment it took for him to pass by her as she passed him. Without losing pace she returned near Shaisha, but had no aim to interrupt anything between her and Acomo. Well, nothing that Scourge's entry already would have.

Niriti walked to the great banquet. She was tired of eating grub and was after a delightful evening with those she should be with. The woman had picked out her best wear, a revealing blue dress, with a long flowing skirt and a queen neckline. The woman was stopped by the guard at the door, who was only allowed to allow a small minority from the academy in, but that was not going to stop the prideful woman.

"What? You don't recognize me?" She stood before the guards with her arms folded below her chest as she interrogated them. "This is an outrage!" She called out with a high pitch, taking out her comlink with anger in her voice. "Wait till the Captain hears about this. What are your service numbers or whatever you have to identify yourself?"

The pair became nervous and soon after she was allowed entrance, walking into the great hall with her head held high, and a grin. She would not be recognized by many, so she was not afraid to walk with pride among those in the Hall.