Student

Korriban
Kor'ethyr Academy
[Codex Information]
General Studies Lecture Hall
Outfit:
Belt of Strength, Field Com-Scan Link,
Well Worn Boots, Weal & Woe,
House Rakghoul Robes
Squad:


New Guy:

[VIBES]

Lower level students were required to attend a bimonthly seminar that presented useful information to acolytes and apprentices of varied backgrounds, to provide them with a good foundational knowledge of what it took to run an Empire. The course was essentially Econ 101 with a smattering of historical teachings mixed in with career counseling.
Not particularly riveted by the subject at hand (fuel analytics), Naamino Zuukamano found himself distracted half way through the hour long lecture. Haro had made some passing remark about a new guy in class and the zabrak couldn't shake the suspicion that he didn't belong. Naami tried to ignore the feeling, tried telling himself he didn't want or need to gate-keep the entirety of Kor'ethyr. He was successfully staying focused on the mind numbing differences between domestic and foreign fuel standards, when that blasted new guy started carving into his desk where he was seated one row over.
A kind of bitter annoyance started to build up in him, and by the time class ended it had practically stewed into cold and righteous anger. As the professor announced that they were dismissed, Naami stood and was approaching his troublesome peer in a matter of moments. The zabrak kept his voice low and had his back turned to the professor, who was readying to leave themselves, when he asked in an accusatory murmur.
"What's your student registration number? I think staff would like to know about your destruction of school property."