Faction Going Away to College | Sith Academy

[Soldane Talon]

As the doors were opened, and the two were marched inside with the rest of the acolytes, Lunaria and Soldane moved in lock step with one another. Their Naneth and Haru had known what trials would befall them, and had trained them for each of these. The locks, the stones, all of it. Some would assume it was cheating - but it was no more cheating than all the other education they had thus far received.​

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<< I have an idea… >> ​

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Others watched them, or more specifically, they watched her. Lunaria was beautiful, and Soldane accepted she would garner some looks - but he tried to make sure they understood she was not someone to simply take advantage of. Those that made the mistake of making eye contact with him were met with a glare and a scowl, but only some were actually intimidated. The rest only returned a coy grin.​

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Animals, all of them. He’d show them who to be scared of.​

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Some, like Udren Zeln and Viers Connory had even spoken to Lunaria - while Soldane was left in the quiet bastion of solace beside her, lost in his own thought. She was becoming a hot topic, which would become problematic as time went on. If too many took an interest in her, it would mean all the more targets on their back - by those jealous, by those scheming, by anyone who had a bone to pick.​

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<< Be careful who you become friends with, Lunaria. >>​

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She didn't need him to tell her, but the impression came through regardless. They both knew the stakes.​

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His thought was broken as he looked back to Aerik Lechner and what he assumed was his family. Lunaria had seen them watching him, felt their attention on them. Soldane looked back and offered a scowl again - annoyed they were becoming too much of a piece of attention. Damned these wandering eyes - why couldn’t they watch someone else?​

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Yet, they were barely inside - and thus, it soon began.​

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Moments after they passed the threshold of the great gate and were amidst the crowds, they were pulled into separate lines. Soldane offered Lunaria a nervous glance, but only briefly so that no others would notice his unspoken word. Pushed into his own area, he resettled himself and practiced his breathing. Something his Mother had taught him - when his nature, his power, became too much for him in those moments.​

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‘Calm yourself…’ she had said once, as things smashed against walls and tears ran down his young face.​

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‘Breath as one with me. Breath like it is the only thing left in the universe. Pour your focus into nothing but the air in your lungs.’​

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How clearly he had remembered her words, as though she whispered them to him even now. And so, at the guidance of the memory of his Naneth, he closed his eyes for a few moments and let the air in his throat become the entirety of the galaxy. Soft, in and out breaths that dragged him from the anxiety of his solitude amidst enemies, and brought him back to a calm.​

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He knew Lunaria would be alright. She was his equal in all ways, likely stronger in many - he did not fear for her, but he did fear for his own ability to plan. He didn’t want to show the others what he was capable of, he wanted them to underestimate him. In spite of that, he wasn’t sure exactly what the minimum would be to pass among so many. A thousand souls had already been removed, what was he to do but do his best and ensure his entry?​

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Yet if he did that, he would draw too much attention, and the coming weeks, months, and possibly years could be hell on his young frame. He could not afford to show them all of it, all of who he was, who he came from and what he would be. That would not be a thing he could allow.​

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Instead, he considered his plan, and decided he would do something middling. He would be accepted into this academy, but he would do it on his terms.​

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The line shortened until it was just him. The child in front of him, who spoke of his parentage and wealth from the planet of Exodus and their high position in the Sith Bureaucracy, had failed his test. For all that his family was worth, he alone was surprisingly worth little. A shame, Soldane thought, and let the child’s lack of a future fall away from him.​

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“Rivan Dreadmoor.”, the man with a tester said with a flat, expressionless gaze.​

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“Please present your finger.”​

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Soldane, in his zen, lifted his hand and allowed the man to take a drop of his blood. He did not wince, he did not pull back - he could barely feel it. Lunaria had given him the worst cuts in their training, and he her. The device beeped a few times, and the man looked back at Soldane with a grave look.​

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“Over the limit.”​

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What? What did that even mean?​

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The focus, the calm, the very core that Soldane had held himself against in this swarm of power and predators washed away in a moment. His eyes opened wide, he glanced back to the others, to the man before him trying desperately to understand what ‘Over the Limit’ could possibly mean for him. He wanted to ride in the middle of the pack, but this?​

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This was a death sentence.​

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The tester lifted a hand and motioned for someone Soldane could not see in the darkness of an alcove behind him. After a moment, as his little hands clenched into fists at his side and he contemplated running, a Sepulchral Priest entered the spotlight of the testing area. They were androgynous, not because they looked like any gender - but because they looked like none.​

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The Corpse Priest looked between the tester and the boy, then spoke through dust and decayed teeth;​

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“This Academy is not for you. You will come with me.”, they said, reaching for a hand out.​

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Soldane took a step back, but that step back was met with the Force - and he was drawn close to the Sepulchral who’s expression did not change. In that moment of panic, as the Sepulchral pressed him forward to somewhere else - he glanced over to Lunaria, and she would feel his fear, the anxiety, the wash of danger in his tone. The pleading for help.​

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But what was she to do?​

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His next steps slowed and stilled as a new Priest stood before them. Yellow eyes glowing in the darkness of the next hall that would spell Soldane’s doom - whatever that would be. A voice like ash crept from it as the Sepulchral stepped into the light - another of ill repute.​

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“The Demiurge has given a command. Return the child to his place in the tests. Ensure the other is allowed the same.”, he said, then took a brief moment to look at Soldane. There was something in the priest's eyes that spoke to him. ( Darth Carnifex )​

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They knew.​

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A deeper fear set in his heart then as he was turned back and allowed to return to the other tests. There was something beyond his control going on, beyond what he was able to know or understand. He was not old enough or smart enough to tell what the puppeteer strings looked like, but he could smell them as they dug into flesh. Blood was in the air, all around him, and his fate was carved before him like a river in a canyon.​

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He wasn’t going to make his own course as he thought - but he would still try.​

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Pressed to the next test, he made a desperate glance towards Lunaria’s place, but could not see her amidst the crowd. He could feel her, sense her even here, but that was the same as feeling where his hand was with his eyes closed. He just knew - but he could not explain how.​

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“Rivan Dreadmoor - you will lift as many boulders as possible. They range in weight from five pounds to sixteen tons. Perform your duty well, and you will continue.”​

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Soldane nodded, and collected himself as his mother taught him. It was harder now, with all he had just learned, but he could not stop to contemplate. It would only draw more attention if he withdrew. Instead, he relied on the plan he had already come up with - he wouldn’t lift the boulders using the Force, but he would lift them regardless.​

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He stepped forward, and the Tutor raised an eyebrow at his approach. Soldane rolled up his sleeves and found one of the heavier ones, but not the heaviest. With the Force drawn into his core, he lowered himself before one of many tons - and grunted as he began to lift it. His eyes misjudged it - and the weight was more than he thought. He struggled for a moment, barely moving the thing, then cried out in exertion.​

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The Force let him lift the thing, feeling his muscles tense and rip in effort. It was not what the Tutors had asked, but it would keep him safe from the eyes of the others - he was the child who couldn’t lift the boulder with the Force, he had to embody it within himself like a lever. Was it cheating? No, as the tutors let him set the boulder down and move on, but it was not what they asked. It was something many might look down on him for, because it was easier than what he was supposed to do.​

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Pushing forward to the next trial, he was presented with the locks. The Tutor here watched him, then let him close the distance between them.​

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“All locks are the same.”, she told him.​

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All the same, he thought to himself as he studied it. His Force perception was good - he was to feel the pins as they found their proper place in the slots, then repeat that dozens of times over to unlock as many locks as he could. He had practiced this many times on the Malsheem - and his record was seven. It was on par with many Knights, but it would be too much here. So he would do what he did before.​

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He would be the brute force, the dumb child who plowed his way through everything.​

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Soldane pinched the edge of the lock, then twisted. The pins snapped in their cylinder, and the lock opened and fell apart from its shackle. He grinned and moved to the next only to be stopped by a shout - from none other than the tutor.​

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“You’ve proven you’re strong, but don’t you dare break another one. Move on.”, she said with great annoyance. Perfect - he had passed through annoyance rather than brutality than precision. It was a bad way to pass the test, but it was good enough to continue onwards.​

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He must keep his strength as quiet as possible.​

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Soldane found a seat next to Lunaria Talon after both had finished their tests. His thumb worked tirelessly rubbing at the back of his other hand, clasping them in his lap as he considered what had occurred earlier. He looked to his sister and asked, out loud;​

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“They almost took me - but someone called ‘The Demiurge’ had already demanded I stay. Who could that be?”, he asked with an evident nervousness, “What do you think they would’ve done?”​

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After a moment, he glanced about, noticing the others in the room - Echani. A lot of them. Maybe it was narrow minded of him, but the thought that they could have some solidarity with their own race came to mind. With a motion, he tried to call over Jarek Voss - the angriest one he could see. He looked like he could be trouble down the line, so if he was going to be trouble…​

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He’d prefer him at least on Soldane’s side..​

 

[Soah Ty’Jyn]

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"When the doors behind me open, you will march in file to your designated testing area. There in, you may speak to your fellow candidates, learn who they are, and what they are capable of. Each of you will begin with a test - to measure your midichlorians, and your potential as a Force User. Simple questions regarding your application of the Force, and demonstrations of your skill in using the Force. Lifting multiple stones, carefully undoing multiple locks and pins in the same instance, and more. This is the First of the Tests in the Initiation."

Soah stood quietly, a deadpan expression on her tattooed face, watching and listening to the instructions with rapt focus. While she did not seem to show the internal anxiety she was feeling outwardly, the one ticking tell was in the method the wild girl would rub the hilt of her Tu'kata bone knife like a worry stone. While the Traveler had given her instruction on the Force and how to apply it to the test, Soah was now facing the very real reality that if she failed any of the tests, she would be immediately culled from the group.

A twitch of her jaw and a clenching of teeth would follow. Already, many had been killed for their lack of potential and ineptitude in proving their worth. That could be my fate; the words would etch themselves within Soah's mind, carving chills down her spine and spreading goosebumps in their wake.

No, breathe. Focus.

It would be best to be killed now than to have continued her wretched live back in the jungles of Felecat. Here she could prove herself, forge herself into something new, something powerful. Something that no one would ever look down upon or look at her with wry amusement or a lack of respect. She would make others lay at her feet and drop their gaze like she had with the Tu'kata she had killed on her own to make this very bone knife she held.

Whatever the Force or the Gods had planned for her, it was time. Her turn to the tests was next. What happened next would be her undoing... or the start to the rise of her power.

 

[Darth Malum of House Marr]

There was always a presence with Kain- Darth Carnifex that was impossible to ignore, as if even with his presence in front of you, or in this case to Malum's side, he was... almost everpresent.

It was little wonder that so many of his foolish followers considered him a deity of some sort.

Did they not consider omnipresence some sort of quality to measure godhood.

Yet, they also considered omnipotence that too, and for all the strength which flowed through Kaine's form, all the power which he held at his command, he was not omnipotent.

For all that he was among the ranks of immortal tyrants.

He was no god.

It was good to remind himself of that, lest the insurmountable challenge which he had undertaken for himself seem so steep that there was no possibility of victory. Malum knew the path, it was narrow, it was treacherous, but with what he held still stirring at the back of his mind, for all that he knew, and the allies he had gathered himself.

There was a way.

Malum had risen quickly in a quarter of a decade, and though it may not have been fast enough, though he still could not even think of rivalling the giant, both physical and metaphorical...

...The board was set.

And he played to win.

"I do not doubt it, Darth Carnifex, I believe the last time I saw you on Jutrand, you were presiding over my trial, how things change so quickly, over such little time," Malum mused, himself gazing down, the Provost's speech still echoing the walls, this was truly one of the most selective academies's anywhere in the galaxy, he could only hope his... his... benefactees held the skills, to accomplish what would certainly be an uphill struggle.

Yet that was ever the story of the Sith.

Marcus Dinn , Irina Jesart , Vita, of House Marr, and his other cousins...

...They would all make him proud.

His ears flickered to make out the rest of the Twice-Failed Emperor's words, "Perhaps the most prized crop, but how many were rejected before even this stage, they might not be the highest quality bounty, but they shall prove to hold the most quantity," He answered back, already there were Tsis'Kaar among the crowd, themselves watching for any of interest, the Kainite and the Eternalists always held a manpower advantage, by the very doctrine of the Tsis'Kaar.

Such was something he did not seek to challenge.

But rebuilding was ever the constant work.

Only to raise his eyebrows, as Kaine echoed his sentiments, at least to some degree.

It was uncomfortable to find that he shared any opinion with these immortal tyrants at times, as he turned to gaze upon the veiled face of a man that he hated like no other. It was not a burning hatred that would make him launch himself at the man like his battlebrother, but it was a simmering one.

One that had simmered for years.

It could simmer for a few years more.

"...We agree on that point then, I only wonder, if it shall be they who will be allowed to choose their destines, fulfil that potential, whatever it is."

However, he was not here to wax poetical or philosophical with the once Dark Lord of the Sith, this was a meeting that was long coming.

Yet one he dreaded as much as he knew it was necessary.

"Your... wife, Darth Xyrah , recently turned over the administration of Eliad to me, apart of their general withdrawal from the core Sith worlds back to the Caldera, yet, in her withdrawal was an offer, that I become far more... familiar with the Kainites. I might have... misjudged certain intentions, been led astray by elder figures... now the most prominent one is dead by my hand, and I would like to see what it is across the galaxy," He lied as easily as he breathed, though even in that, he did not utter a single lie, for among the Sith of such elder disposition, to play this game was a risky venture already.

To play it duplicitously even more so.

"I have dutifully defended the Caldera, and joined your assaults outside of it, I would hope that at the very least should prove that despite any history, my loyalty is to preserve all things Sith, just as my ancestor once did." His move now.

And Malum could honestly not say in which way the wind would blow when it came to the mind of Kaine.

 

[Srina Talon]

Tag: Lunaria Talon | Soldane Talon | Darth Carnifex [OPEN - Just watching in a corner]
Location: Jutrand Academy [Audience]
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She stood further back than the rest of the spectators with her Force Signature pressed low.

It wasn't hidden.

Those with familiarity with her would be able to find her if they wished.

Her eyes were hawkish. Unrepentant, and cruel with their wintry chill and lack of depth. While most venues tended to make a fuss when the Empress entered, she specifically stayed off the radar. This wasn't the time to draw attention or focus away from the future leaders of the Order and their progress. Long white hair cascaded down over her shoulder, braided, and stark against the midnight blue of her hooded cloak. It kept the rest of her features hidden well enough.

Beneath that, she was dressed in a pair of black leathers and a corseted top that had a holster for her lightsaber built in at the small of her back. Black boots, black belt, black gear that was all rather simple save for small silver adornments. Her gaze was fixed on the viewing screen, watching, while many sithlings faced the first of many tests. Jutrand Academy was renowned for its rigorous training, designed to home the strengths of the most promising acolytes. Today…Her own children, her own, falling stars—Would prove themselves. Or crash. Burn.

And there was nothing she could do about it.

As a mother, her frozen heart hurt to beat, clutched with a mixture of pride and anxiety. When it came to prowess…Lunaria with her keen intellect and fierce determination, had always been the more disciplined of the two. Soldane, on the other hand, was spirited and unpredictable, with raw power barely contained in his young form. That darkness that she had witness, that both she, and Darth Carnifex had honed to the sharpness of a knife…Was it in Lunaria too?

Time would tell.

Srina could see the tension in their stances, the subtle signs, of turmoil that most would miss entirely. She could sense their fear like little knives to her chest. She wanted to be the one to sponsor them. Offer them comfort, and guidance, but she could not. They needed to endure this alone, to build their own strength, their own resilience. It was the way of the Sith, certainly, but it was also the way of her own people. To fend for themselves, to carry a sword, from cradle to the grave. They needed to learn how to face unpredictable challenges head-on without relying on her protection.

Afterall…She might not always be there to provide it.

And so, as Empress, she watched on and supported the tradition of the community. Forcing herself to take note of others that deserved sponsorship. To her pleasure—There were many, it seemed. Her demeanor remained composed. Expression, inscrutable. Waiting for one or two younglings that might catch her eye over all others. She was not…Unaware that there was an issue behind the scenes with her young.

But she could not step in. It was all…Orchestrated.

Darth Carnifex would handle it in her stead and Darth Empyrean would be none the wiser. They knew that they wouldn't be able to be tested in the traditional sense. And her own investment there was easy to excuse…Afterall, it was commonly known that Srina advocated for education reform. Her presence in his stead would hardly be a familiar sight at an event such as this. Still. It was…Difficult.

She worried less about the standardized tests the children might face…And more about what her husband would do.

If he, rather, the Worm, found out.

 

[Firrerreo]

"Food would be great now. They're keeping the tests secret, so unless you're the type who can spy, there's no reason to ponder and let yourself starve."

Speaking of, Firrerreo reached into his familiar, idly plucking out a fruit to take a bite of. Yes, his familiar doubled as a pouch of sorts. Larger on the inside, to store food. Very specifically food. He glanced to the wound on his finger, or at least where it had been. Moments after the initial pricking it had healed fully. But to think they put so much in the purity of blood?

Might be why so many Echani of all seemed to pass.

He held the fruit to Viers Connory , practically sneering at the few who spoke so negatively on eatin. When one was hungry, they should eat. And, well, perhaps this could get him some good will with potential rivals.

They were all going to be competing now, after all.

"Oh, I got it. Guessing game. What do you think will happen next?"

Renora zambrano | Soldane Talon | Lunaria Talon | Marcus Dinn | Aerik Lechner | Meili Feng | Irina Jesart | Thelnic Vath | Jarek Voss | Kai'lyn | Vestara VII | Annika Starfire

 

[Darth Aegrotus]

While he was no sponsor, as he had no official "apprentices", Venthis had many purposes in being present for the initial tests. He sat with the large gathering of Sith Lords, some familiar and some far from it. However, he would purposely keep to himself.

"Interesting." He muttered before he took his seat.

Dressed in dark red formal robes, his jet-black hair gently falling down his back, most notably a silver ring inscribed with runes on his index finger often tapping it against his lightsaber hilt beneath his robe making an audible clang. He kept his gaze locked onto the thousands before him.

He had little reason to mask his presence in the Force as little would even recognize it as he had been gone for so long. He glanced up to the royalty on the upper balcony, his cousin, and other more prominent Sith. Letting a brief creak of a smile slither through his lips.

Surely, they would have if not one but multiple sponsors before him. Though, Venthis would have been approached prior, to not only attend this initial test but to further assist in the successful candidate's teaching after their admission. He had been stagnant recently, and his personal goals had fallen flat and he saw this as an opportunity to regain influence within the Order.

"Ah, they're beginning." He again almost whispered and with that, he stood from his seat stiffly. He left the viewing gallery, he marched away with intent. Turning down the academy's ornate hallways, he left a cold and eery presence with each step.

He was to focus his time on the more promising acolytes and apprentices, almost as if he was on limited time.

 

[Kai'lyn]

Kai'lyn, with his keen senses picking up whispers and fragments of conversations from every corner of the dimly lit hallways of the Sith Academy, felt a primal thrill pulse through him. The scent of intrigue and hidden secrets was as intoxicating as the potential prey he yearned to chase down. His unnatural acuity made him a unique observer, his presence nearly undetectable as he moved like a shadow among his peers. Despite passing several tests with distinction, Kai'lyn's attire was foreign to him—borrowed robes that chafed against his nature, which longed for the freedom of the hunt and the feel of the ground beneath bare feet.

As Kai'lyn navigated the complex social weave of the academy, his stomach twisted with a hunger that was more than physical. It was a craving for challenge, for something that could truly test his mettle. The restrictive boots he wore were an annoyance of the civilization he had to endure. With each silent step, the urge to rip away these bindings grew, his fingers twitching with the need to shred the odd confining fabric around his shoulders and arms .

His attention was soon captured by a distinct aroma that cut through the myriad smells of the academy— Soah Ty’Jyn . Something about her was different, intriguingly so. He could smell she was differnt. Kai'lyn's curiosity was piqued not just by her scent but by the aura she carried; it was a blend of mystery and a promise of hidden depths. He couldn't help but edge closer, his instincts as a predator and a keen observer driving him to understand more about this figure. What skills did she possess? What secrets did she hide? Kai'lyn was determined to find out, his gaze fixed, his senses honed on this new, fascinating subject.

 

[Astrid pentoghast]

Annika Starfire | @open

Astrid sat down to watch the acolytes start their tests there where some promising future sith taking the tests sith who would become powerful others who would die that was the reality of their situation. Become powerful, scheme, backstab to get to the top and prevail while gaining sponsors and raising in rank she would potentially sponsor one or two students. She then noticed a familiar face among the acolytes she touched annikas mind "you are a sith warrior why are you down there annika" Anika would hear astrids voice and know where Astrid was there was no malice or annoyance in Astrids voice just curiousness why annika was down there.

 

[Jarek Voss]

fter a moment, he glanced about, noticing the others in the room - Echani. A lot of them. Maybe it was narrow minded of him, but the thought that they could have some solidarity with their own race came to mind. With a motion, he tried to call over Jarek Voss Jarek Voss - the angriest one he could see. He looked like he could be trouble down the line, so if he was going to be trouble…

Jarek noticed Firrerreo give Viers Connory a piece of fruit, which baffled him. "Why would he do that?", such acts were foreign to him.

While trying to think of what Firrerreo's motives were, Jarek happened to glance Soldane Talon , who seemed to be motioning to him. Jarek was at a loss on what to do. Simple action of helping a fellow acolyte caused his anger to dissipate, and his facade to drop. Because no matter how powerful anger and hate would make him, or what type of Sith he will become. Deep down, if he realized it or not, Jarek was young and inexperienced, and that deep down inside he was still that lonely child that begged for acceptance.

He walked over, hands clasped behind his back, that protective layer of anger and hate dropped. "Y..Yes?"

Outside of his combat training on Eshan, Jarek has little experience in conversation, or making friends and allies.

 

[Fiolette Yvarro]

"A pity indeed," Fiolette remarked, her voice tinged with disappointment. It was a shame her wife could not be there. Fiolette certainly wanted her near, but alas, it could not be. "As is their right," she continued, acknowledging the sponsors' prerogative to put their own candidates forward. From the most influential houses to the lesser-known ones, each vied for prestige, clout, and, more importantly, power. "Indeed," she concluded, ready to leave Darth Carnifex to his dealings.

Before she could take her leave, Fiolette paused in her steps. "I did want to thank you, and Darth Prazutis, for your... intervention." She referred to the pivotal moment when they had quite literally stuck her and Taeli in a room to sort things out. Without their intervention, she and her wife would not be where they were now. "We will speak again, and soon, I feel." While she couldn't predict how soon or the nature of the news, she knew it would be significant.

Fiolette, exuding a commanding aura that reflected her decades of military training, wore a long black uniform with a traditional Imperial minimalist look. Her boots, matching the uniform, had a light gold trim, and her red hair cascaded just past her shoulders. A red-lined black cloak rested on her back, adding to her imposing presence.

As she moved away from Darth Carnifex, she spotted Empress Srina Talon standing further back. Srina was dressed in a pair of black leathers and a corseted top that had a holster for her lightsaber built in at the small of her back. Her attire was completed with black boots, a black belt, and black gear, all rather simple save for small silver adornments that added a touch of elegance.

Fiolette approached the Empress, her posture straight and her gaze steady. "Empress Talon," she greeted, her tone respectful yet firm. "I trust the trials have met your expectations?" She knew the significance of such events and understood the weight of Empress Talon's presence here.

Srina's cool demeanor and sharp eyes gave little away, but Fiolette respected the Empress's strength and poise. Their interaction, though brief, was a reminder of the intricate web of power and influence within the Sith Empire. Fiolette thought for a moment if she and the Empress Talon had crossed paths before and if they had, it would have been a lifetime ago.

Darth Carnifex | Srina Talon | OPEN​

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

WEARING: xxx
TAG: Darth Carnifex | Darth Malum of House Marr | Fiolette Yvarro | Srina Talon | any other sponsors I have missed

Blue eyes looked over the crowd as Gerwald Lechner scanned it for his children. They would have sensed his presence when he walked by, his and Naedira's. Was the academy the safest place for them to be? It was not, but their children had unique abilities that neither of them had been prepared to help them with. The wolf had struggled to help Naedira learn control of her own strength, and how the force worked through her now. Darth Carnifex could only do so much as well, and the academy was the price of the agreement he had reached with the Dark Lord.

Gerwald had been told a time would come when his children would need to be enrolled in the academy, and that he would be told when. In exchange Carnifex taught the pups while Gerwald enjoyed the benefit of an interesting alliance of sorts with Kaine Zambrano. They both could all upon the other when needed, after all, it had not just been the hand of Darth Empyrean that had seen the wolf elevated to the council. He knew Darth Carnifex played some part as well. Gerwald simply didn't know what it was…

…yet.

"I see Darth Carnifex is across the way," Gerwald said as he approached his mistress who was staring at the field below.

He attempted to follow her gaze to see if there were any students in particular she was taking a keen eye toward. Srina Talon would never betray anything like that so easily to the wolf, not unless she intended to. They were close, but not so close that there were no secrets between them. She had taken his memory once, not that Gerwald remembered the moment. Even as he stood next to the Empress, he was unaware of her meddling.

His eyes shifted back to his children as he raised his finger to point out his children.

"The triplets are here," he pointed out each one as he called out their names. "Aerik, Kole, and Vyra are standing there, right between them."

Gerwald chuckled as it seemed Vrya had just told the brothers to stop bickering. It was something she did often.

"You see them, there, standing behind those two Echani children."

His eyes took the screen as it was offered. It was then the red haired woman he had recently been reintroduced to appeared to approach the Empress. His head canted in greeting as well, though he waited for her to finish before speaking further. His attention was on Srina to see what she might say. In truth, Gerwald was just as curious.

"Admiral Yvarro," Gerwald said finally. "And yes, my children are here, though I did not sponsor them directly, not for entry. Neither did Naedira."

He pointed them out to the Admiral.

"But as any parent we are anxious to see how they fair. Hopefully they would even meet Lady Talon's expectations."

Her praise of his children would mean more to him than she would ever know, though Gerwald was also certain she would have an inkling of that as well.

 

[Viers Connory]

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The posed question was answered by two other girls. [ Renora zambrano & Irina Jesart ] Viers listened and digested the sharp words from both of them. She figured they were hungry, which is why they were so uptight.

"I dunno; if I were either of you, I'd worry about food. You sound hangry, but whatever - if I find anything, I won't share because you're both mean," She raised her hands and waved them in front of her, quickly dismissing them, "Don't come crying to me when your brain continues to lapse in judgment and your muscles forget how to function because there's no fuel in the tank." Viers finished and she sighed; so much for making any friends, she thought. The girls reminded her of a few people she had met while trying to fit in with the Jakku Order.

Everyone was always catty and seemed upset for one reason or another. Viers decided to not think about it and move on. They weren't worth her time if these two didn't want to be friendly. Before she could disappear again, a boy [ Firrerreo ] who looked around their age spoke up about the importance of food. She smiled; he agreed with her, and she felt better about the experience. When she was offered the fruit, Viers' face lit up. The fruit looked so fresh, and she could smell the sweetness rolling off its unblemished skin. "Thank you!" Gently taking the fruit, she sniffed it quickly, which was an old survival habit. When the fruit passed its initial test, her mouth opened widely, and it was consumed rapidly.

Lips tightened around each tip of her finger, and a small pop followed as she sucked the remnants of the fruit's juice from her hands. Apparently, she had either not eaten in several days or manners were not the young Corellian's strength. The fruit's flesh and juices lingered on the corner of her lips as she curiously watched the boy next to her. From her knowledge, most Sith were willing to sacrifice others before themselves. This was a selfless act, potentially. Either way, her stomach stopped trying to devour itself for the time being.

Viers chuckled and smirked, "Spying? I can do that." She patted her chest lightly. "It's not that hard, but here…" she looked over her shoulder at the proctors, and her fruitful smile faded. "There's something more helping them hide the next steps." Looking back, she shrugged at the next question. "Probably combat, I'd assume. These felt like they were trying to figure out how our minds worked. The guy at the beginning said something like," Viers ran her fingers around her mouth as if she was smoothing down a thin mustache while her lips pouted and her nose upturned. Hands fisted on her waist, she lowered her voice, mocking the head proctor, "Only the best make it in, blah blah creme de la creme, best of the best meow meow meow." she laughed and then wiped her hands on her uniform fruit staining the pristine and coveted outfit.

"By the way, what is this place?" The girl asked genuinely; she figured it was some sort of school, but what kind. Viers was somewhat listening at the beginning of it all. Her mind had latched on to one bit of the man's initial speech, but not enough to really register what she had landed herself.

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[Eira Dyn]

Location: Jutrand
Outfit: Academy Uniform
Tags: Iuuna Talon (Sponsor)

Her Master, Iuuna, had sponsored Eira to take part in the Sith academy. She was just on the edge of those selected for the academy, her Master's sponsor was the only reason that Eira stood a chance of even standing there ready to face the tests. She held no ties to the Sith nor was she in appearances a candidate to keep an eye on. She was a farmer's daughter who fled home and was stumbling her way through the beginnings of her Sith training. Listening to the speech, Eira was observing those that would be competitors to her. She knew some would be seeking allies, seeking assistance in training but Eira only saw them as competition. They were standing in her way to becoming number one. They were someone she was willing to crush in order to make sure she honoured the sponsor from her Master.

There were going to be tests and one of them was Midichlorian count. That was something that Eira had no control over, something that she feared would be too low. The first hurdle and she could not control whether she would pass or fail. Walking up to where she gave her blood sample. She felt her red eyes stare at the examiner as she waited for the results. When the results came in, the examiner's eyebrows raised in surprise, "oh. This is very high for someone with your background. Well above average..." There was a slight hint of disbelief that some farmer's daughter could have a high enough count to be considered a student for the elite academy.

The next test was one that tested her skills with the Force. Something that Eira was much more in control over, and with the confidence she gained over passing the previous test, Eira felt sure she would conquer these boulders. Walking up to the boulders, she breathed in deeply and remembered the meditative lessons that Iuuna had instructed her on, reaching forward with the Force she lifted the boulders. Each one lifted several feet in the air with relative ease. She broke a small sweat on the final boulder but Eira was still able to lift the boulder over her head before bringing it down in a controlled manner. A confident smirk etched on her lips, this was going to be smooth. At least she hoped so.

Final of the first tests was using the Force to a finer touch. Unlocking locks. Eira closed her eyes and pictured the lock in her mind, reaching forward and slowly manipulated the Force to shift parts of the lock and guided the moving parts of the lock to unlock itself. Each one was a challenge, her anger and fury usually lent itself well into big displays of the Force. Finishing the first lots of tests, Eira walked to a group of passed students and observed them. She did not attempt to start a conversation since she needed to focus on what would be the next set of tests.

 

[Annika Starfire]

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Location: Jutrand
Objective: Seeing what happens
Tags: Astrid pentoghast Vestara VII
Gear: in bio
Wearing: this but with her hat

This wasn't as nearly fulfilling, or as interesting as Annika had hoped it might be, it was like competing against children at a game she had already completed because, that's exactly what it was. She guessed she missed the fear from her own time in the position of the new acolytes and wanted to recapture it, she remembered the maze, the look of the man who wanted to pour his wrath on her, the feeling of having no power compared to many of those around her. Sure it was fun feeling the fears and other emotions of the other acolytes, but nothing compared to doing it yourself.

"you are a sith warrior why are you down there annika"

She heard the voice as she carried out another challenge with her hand using the force and responded mentally as she continued the puzzle. <<Mistress Astrid, I erm... I guess I'm looking for something. It isn't here though. I shall join you.>> she telekinetically handed off the puzzle to the awaiting judge who recorded her quick time. She then looked at Vestara VII to wish her luck for her remaining challenges.

The judge was about to call her forward for the next test when Annika doffed an imaginary hat and walked through a portal that vanished as suddenly as it had appeared. She spent a few moments inside the world within worlds to discard the acolytes uniform and replace it with the dress that she had handed off when forced to change the first time. With no flow of time in this place everything happened in an instant and she stepped out looking herself again next to the older sorceress.

"Mistress." she gave a small bow before pulling a cigarro out of her dress and lighting it. "Apologies for coming here without mentioning it, thought it might be fun, but I guess my academy days are behind me now." she sat in the chair and began to smoke, offering Astrid one too.

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[Alaqai Temuha]

Alaqai stood among the throng of aspiring Sith Acolytes, her eyes scanning the faces of the other acolytes around her. While others may have come into the academy knowing others, Alaqai knew no other acolyte. She was here on her own, for reasons more than simply being the hope of her family, the dying Temuha name, soon to be snuffed out like a dying flame. She had been given this opportunity to do something better with her life by the Emperor’s Wrath, Gerwald Lechner , and she was not about to let him down. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation and fear as the Sepulchral priest and the Provost of the Jutrand Academy took the stage.

Alaqai’s eyes were drawn to the corpse-like figure of the priest, and mumbled a prayer to herself as a constant reminder of her childhood spent with the Ecclesiarchy. The Provost, in stark contrast, exuded confidence and authority, his fine raiments gleaming. She listened to his words with interest and acknowledged them silently as they resonated well with her. She had done well to get this far, and her journey has just begun. Alaqai clenched her fist at her side, her heart pounding with pride and excitement as the Provost’s words signalled the beginning.

She knew that the path ahead would be fraught with danger, and that any weakness would be exploited. She had to be stronger, smarter and more alert than ever before, especially as her time progressed in the academy. She slammed her left fist to her heart and let out the 'Ooah' cry just like the others. Alaqai’s eyes remained focused as she followed the throng of Sith acolytes into the vast halls of the testing chambers.

She waited for her turn and as it came for her blood to be taken and for her midichlorians to be measured, she had faith that there would be no issues. True enough, the examiner announced “Well above average!” and urged her on, and so she went to the next stages of the tests, the lifting of boulders. Her trainers had prepared her plenty for this, and force telekinesis was something that she had already mastered pretty well.

Closing her eyes, she cleared her mind of distractions and sensed the individual boulders in the force. With a steady hand, she lifted a rather large boulder up into the air and moved it to its new resting spot several feet away. The Epicanthix then repeated these actions with other boulders, ever so gracefully, stacking them up in immaculate columns of three-by-four. An examiner who had been watching her perform this feat, nodded and waved her over to the next test. Alaqai did a curt bow before moving on to the next test, the undoing of multiple locks. Picking up a lock utilising the force with just as much grace as she had done so with the boulders before, Alaqai rotated the lock in all directions as she studied the construction of the device.

Her movements were fluid and spoke of precision and control. All of a sudden she paused, then moved swiftly as she figured out the workings of the lock, undoing it with a triple click-click-click in rapid succession as the lock undid itself in front of her. The examiner beside her gave her a sly grin before uttering a simple remark.

“Passed! Move on now.” As Alaqai moved on to join the other acolytes who had passed this first set of trials, she whispered to herself. “Hail, Sith! Ana na Tutsatsa!” She had made it this far, and she would not falter. Many things were dependent on her success, and she will not fail.

 

[Firrerreo]

Well, at least she sniffed it first.

Firrerreo couldn't help the bemused smile as she so rapidly and wholly devoured the offered fruit. At least it was just food, but still, shouldn't she have been a bit more wariness? Oh. Oohh. He chuckled lightly. "Your sponsor just dropped you here without any explanation, huh? I bet they got a kick out of seeing you flounder to settle in. This is Jutrand, the Academy. You're here in the running to become part of the elite of the elite youth within the Sith Order."

She seemed the time to truly be thankful. And, if spying really was her game, it never hurt to have another set of eyes, right? So he spoke truth with a smile.

"What do they call you?"

Viers Connory

 

[Meili Feng]

Location: Sith Academy, Jutrand

Wearing: Academy Uniform

Tagging: Soldane Talon | Lunaria Talon | Firrerreo | Viers Connory | Alaqai Temuha | Annika Starfire | Eira Dyn | Aerik Lechner | Fiolette Yvarro | Jarek Voss | Astrid pentoghast | Kai'lyn | Darth Aegrotus | Darth Malum of House Marr | Soah Ty’Jyn | Vestara VII | Renora zambrano | Marcus Dinn | Veradun Sharr | Udren Zeln | Thelnic Vath | Irina Jesart | Darth Carnifex |

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It was as if the whole arena had been waiting for that announcement, holding their breath in anticipation of that moment when they announced the start of the tests. It was the whole reason they were all out here under the Jutrand sun, the reason that thousands if not millions of eager eyes watched the candidates as they started forward, forming neatly into rows as they waited for the examiners to call them forward, to measure their worth.

Small snatches of conversation drifted on the wind that blew over the arena, students whispering to one another, the crowd murmuring like some kind of multi-headed beast.

“What do you think they’re gonna do to us if we fail?”

“Forget what they’ll do to us, my parents will kill me.”

“Don’t they look nervous.”

“Check out that little one there, looks like she’s gonna cry.”

The whispers went on and on, the gentle background murmur that accompanied any event, any competition. It had been the same at the first tournament she’d ever attended, the whispers of the crowd and competitors all around her like a crescendo that threatened to crash over her and wash her away. She remembered the feeling, how the reality of the situation had come crashing in and how she’d suddenly felt so small in front of it all. How she wanted to turn and run as far as her legs would take her, away from that field and all the pressure, the whispers and glares. She’d frozen, statue still till she’d felt her father’s comforting hand fall on her shoulder, that familiar soft squeeze and quiet whisper.

“Peace little one, I’m right here, I’ll always be right behind you. Nothing matters but that first step infront of you, just focus on that, nothing else matters.”

She remembered her mother’s little grin and thumbs up, her grandfather’s glower softened by that little twinkle of pride and affection. They were halfway across the galaxy now but she could still remember that memory, hold onto that moment of calm. It would have been nice to have them here, to have the same support that had carried her through the tournament and trial. But, they couldn’t be here, and this trial was hers to fight. Her chance to step out of the shadow of her family, or the long shadow they cast and the path they’d chosen for her. A chance to decide on her own path, carried on by her own strength and will.

Still…it would have been nice to have someone there.

Almost unconsciously the girl’s eyes flicked from the student’s she’d been watching to the crowd, an instinctive reaction that swept her gaze over the masses of student’s who’d gathered waiting for their turn at the trials.

A mistake.

They were all moving, little nervous habits, twitches of hands and clenching feet, shuffling feet and darting eyes. The usual movements of anyone waiting nervously for a test that would set the course of the rest of their life. Mei’s gold-flecked eyes drank it all in, every movement, shift of weight and shuffle of feet was like they were shouting out their nervousness to her. It was distracting, the doubts and fears written on many of their faces clear as daylight. She almost didn’t notice the movement of the crowd around herself as another student was led off and the snake shifted forward. That gap in her reactions long enough for the candidate behind her to touch her shoulder, nodding his head forward.

“Distraction is bad. Stay focused little girl, but if you’re worried about how well you’ll do then you probably shouldn’t be here in the first place. There’s no shame in knowing your limits and understanding this is not the place for you. Better you should leave right now than take up time better spent on those who will succeed here.”

Mei couldn’t stop a momentary spike of anger as she looked over at the boy behind her, her neck craning up and up. Mei knew that she was on the shorter side, she’d long given up trying to lament the fact that her lot in life was not to tower above her peers, or even stand amongst them shoulder to shoulder. The boy behind her though had exactly the other problem, he was a giant, towering over the sea of students that surrounded them. No scarecrow though or stick figure, all muscled mass that moved with the trained grace of a fighter. It was clear in the way he stood and crossed his arms over his chest that he knew how to fight, could handle himself. There was no condescension in his gaze, just pity, a complete self assurance, the knowledge that he’d pass and that no-one else here was even close to his level.

That no-one here would prove to be a challenge.

Suddenly, any worries she’d had, that feeling of loneliness and the distance from home weren’t so big, weren’t so important. This was something she knew, that cocky showboating between competitors was comfortable territory.

“It’s ok, you don’t need to worry, I’m sure that we can find you a place in the winner’s circle, sitting at my feet but you’re gonna have to get used to that.”

There was a definite snort there, a twitch of his lips upwards as the giant inclined his head to her, one hand sweeping out towards the oncoming examiner, tablet gripped tightly in his hands.

“Please then, be my guest.”

A smile, a deep breath and then she was stepping out of the anonymity of the crowd of students and into the spotlight. Mei wasn’t foolish enough to think that every eye would be on here right now but she was one of the few active candidates on the field. Another deep calming breath as the teenager resisted the urge to reach up and fix her hair, to check that it was still held up in a bun by the pins she’d pushed through earlier. Even a simple gesture like that could be seen as a weakness, and everything she did from now on would be dissected and judged, by the other candidates and the crowd of Sith watching and waiting.

The examiner didn’t even glance back at her as he led the way through the grounds to the testing area, his hands clasped behind his back as the tablet tapped slowly against his back. The man had done this all day, had grown complacent dealing with the potential candidate who had come streaming through his station only to be rebuffed at the first hurdle. He’d heard the commotion from other stations as those few candidates who had succeeded in showing their worthiness were passed through.

“Place your finger on the needle.”

Even his voice was bored, droning as he read through the standard checklist, barely lifting his eyes to observe the girl for a moment before looking back at his tablet. He wasn’t even focusing on what he was doing as Mei squared her shoulders and placed a finger on the small needle, feeling that momentary sting before it punched up through her skin.

“I’m so sorry, I’m sure you’ll do great things when you find where y...”

The man’s voice trailed off as the flashing lights on his tablet finally broke through his inattention, the same speech he’d fallen into by habit.

“You...y...”

The man’s face screwed up for a moment as he tried to make sense of the results displayed on the screen, eyes flicking up to examine the girl before bouncing to his screen and up again. Mei’s eyes glanced down at the angrily lit up screen before meeting his gaze, lips curling up into an innocent smile.

“Is there a problem?”

“You..you’re a...but you look...”

“Yeah, I know...did you think I’d have claws and fangs? Or looks like some kind monster with armour plating and glowing eyes? Don’t you know, it's the monsters that look like you you need to be afraid of.”

The girl took a step forward, watching her examinee take an involuntary step back, a flash of fear and disgust flashing across his face before he caught himself. For a moment it looked like he was going to say something, an angry light dancing behind his eyes as he glared at the petite girl before stabbing at the tablet.

“You pass. Follow me, you may have the blood for this but the next tests show who you really are. It’s very simple, you’ve got to use the force, show us that you can actually manage that. It shouldn’t be too hard, you just need to lift a few little boulders. Simple.”

A hand gestured Mei forward towards a plain, a collection of boulders arrayed in a circle, waiting for her, dust settling on them as they waited for someone to come and lift them, a goal that had been unfulfilled so far all day. It was one of the most basic tasks of any force user, one that anyone hoping to last even a day at the Sith academy should be able to manage. One, judging by his malicious grin, the examiner didn’t think she’d be able to manage.

It wasn’t the most unreasonable of expectations, Mei had been taught that most Sithspawn lacked the ability to touch the force, and those that could often lacked the ability to control it. It had been a shock to her, that revelation that she...that everyone on her planet were Sithspawn, a manufactured race. Soldiers made for a war that was never fought, or at least that’s what they had been. Now...a new culture had spawned from that inauspicious start, and this...man...this priest who clung to the structure, the power trickled down to him by his betters dared to judge them...he dared to judge her.

It was always there, lurking under her skin, the anger, that siren call begging her to just reach out and let it in. Just for a moment. A moment was all it would take to take care of everything, all her problems. The man behind her wouldn’t see it coming, then she could blast through the rest of these tests, show them all.

And she would.

But today...this moment wasn’t the one for the rage. A deed breath filled her lungs as the man behind her coughed.

“If you can’t do it then...”

She ignored him, he wasn’t important, the rage wasn’t important either. She reached past them all, touching the force and feeling it flooding through her veins. It felt like heat and power, like a raging inferno building up inside her, running down her nerves and through her whole body, as if she were glowing with the power. She felt...alive in a way that was hard to describe, to put into words. Colours seemed brighter, smells stronger, as if this was the way that everything was meant to be. It was addictive, powerful and she never wanted to let go, even with the rage curling around her, begging her to let it in.

Mei knew she could lift the rocks into the air, but she didn’t want to just do that, she wanted to do it in such a way that no-one could look down on her, that no-one could deny that she belonged. Her mind reached out, plumbing through the rocks, sending a wave of energy out to life them gently into the air as she explored them. The force let her see with more than just her eyes, see all the boulders, every part of them, every nook and crevice. Every shatterpoint.

The girl’s fist clenched and the rocks shook as the force struck them before as one, they all exploded into rocks and sand. A contained explosion, leaving sand and rocks whirling as Mei lifted a hand, sending them streaming up above her head, glittering and dancing as they caught the sunlight, bouncing it around like a fireworks display.

“Does this count?”

“I...well brute power...I would expect no less. But you can’t brute force your way through everything in life, as much as you might be tempted to.”

The man’s hand gestured to the side, waving at a safe standing a meters away from them, it’s matt surface shining in the sunlight as the sound of rain could be heard behind them, the sand and rocks falling to the ground as the man took a few steps forward, resting his hand on the safe.

“Try not to destroy this one, if you’d please.”

She could do it, it would be so easy to just reach out and tear the roof off the safe, to disassemble it and have it fall apart. All she had to do was push, impose her will on it and it would be over.

So easy...except he was right.

As much as Mei hated to admit it, the examiner was right, she couldn’t just brute force everything, not in a place like this. Not if she wanted to show she was worthy of standing amongst the elite, to stand ahead of them. That’s what she wanted, to test herself against the best and come out on top, prove to herself and the world that she was worthy.

She reached out to the safe as the man patted it happily and grinned that malicious smile at her. She could see it, see the mechanical cylinders, the pins and springs that made up the lock, could see them but didn’t really understand how it worked. Not that it mattered, all the had to do was open it, not fix it.

Gathering the force Mei waved her hand in dismissal, turning away from the examiner and the safe as she took a step towards the holding area for those who had passed this trial.

“Wait, you can’t...if you can’t do it then you need to leave. That way.”

The man lifted his hand to gesture dismissively at the exit, the movement knocking the safe a little. Just a little, but that’s all it took. The door swung open with a creak, the remnants of the sliced pins that had been holding the cylinder shut falling to the floor with a metallic clang. For a second silence ruled on the testing field as the man looked from the girl to the metal pins as they glinted on the floor. The blood drained from his face as his gaze tracked up to the safe and then his hand, neither had been scratched, no sign of the cut or the wave of power that must have traveled through them. He hadn’t even noticed, that could have been him.

“You...you...”

“Yes?”

Mei didn’t turn around, stopping stock still for a moment as the man spluttered incoherently behind her.

“...Pass.”

There was nothing more that needed to be said as she kept walking towards the holding area, crossing paths with the giant. No words were exchanged, just a little nod, approval and respect before she was past and finally let go of the force.

She hated it, hated releasing her grip on that energy, feeling the world snap back to normal, feeling that absence in the very depth of her core. She never stopped moving, a little stagger, a sharp intake of breath before she let it out and tried to ignore that little whisper telling her to reach out and grasp the force again, to feel that life and energy again.

She’d made her mark, let everyone watching know who she was, and she imagined that just for a moment she felt the pressure of a hand on her shoulder and a soft voice whispering on the wind. Just a moment of calm and stillness before the sound of the stadium came crashing back, eyes examining the other successful candidates.

She really needed to sit down.

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[Aerik Lechner]

WEARING: xxx
TAG: Firrerreo | Irina Jesart | Veradun Sharr | Darth Carnifex | Marcus Dinn | Thelnic Vath | Jarek Voss | Kai'lyn | Vestara VII | Viers Connory | Renora zambrano | Udren Zeln | Annika Starfire | Fiolette Yvarro | Darth Malum of House Marr
DIRECT TAG: Soldane Talon | Lunaria Talon | Meili Feng

Aerik watched as his siblings went through their testing. At least Kole had taken the warning about not showing off seriously. They had all agreed that they could not let others know about what they could do physically. There was little known about what they were, even to themselves. Their father had been perplexed because they were something new. He would never tell them why, but they knew it had something to do with their mother, something that had happened to her. There were secrets their parents had, and Aerik was in part glad he did not know everything.

Kole approached the boulders and raised them. All of them. He had always excelled with telekinesis, as did all the siblings. Aerik and Vyra simply refused to show how strong they were in front of those which could potentially be their enemy. Kole was different, he felt a show of strength on the outset would deter those who wished him harm.

Vyra lifted the same number as Aerik, as though it had been the plan all along. The strawberry blonde smirked. They were similar in how they approached the obstacles in front of them. Vyra simply did it with the same grace and elegance as their mother would have. It was always something to behold when their parents fought side by side. It was as though they moved as one, because they were. Their bond was unique, as they often said.

The locks would be a challenge for Kole. He focused less on the finer workings of the force than Aerik or Vyra, yet there were multiple ways to deal with them. The option he settled with was using the force to take the keys from the Sepulchral priests which were overseeing the exam. It had been clever enough to allow him through. A chuckle escaped Vyra’s lips as she opened the locks with what seemed to be just a flick of her wrist. Detail was her specialty.

Another student moved through. A similar wide eyed look crossed the assessors face during the blood test. That could not be a coincidence. Was there another like them among those being sponsored. It was a curious thing, and should she pass, Aerik was going to find out more about her as well.

His eyes remained fixed on the twins when it was their turn. They were split up, and something interesting was happening with them. A smirk pulled at his lips when the boy broke the lock. He would have done the same thing if he was trying to keep his strength a secret. The sister did not attract any attention to herself.

It was smart.

His siblings would be fine, they would make friends with the others. Why he started to approach the Echani was beyond any form or reason. Her brother joined her at the sidelines shortly, and they exchanged some words he did not clearly make out, even with his ability to hear. His father said it would get much better after his first change, but until then, he could tell they were speaking.

Soldane Talon called another Echani over, and for a moment Aerik seemed to think they would all try to form an Echani pack. There were several of them which seemed to pass. It was fine if they did. Aerik had his pack, he came with them. They would look out for each other in a way no one else could for anyone else. Still, they needed more friends than just their family. Soldane would get along with Kole nicely, and maybe Vyra would be good for Lunaria Talon , even if Aerik was drawn in by his initial impression of her.

“I left my holocam at home,” he said. “I did not mean to stare. I just wanted to see how the two of you would do. In the line earlier… you kept your chin up… like my mother said to do.”

He saw the girl from earlier [ Meili Feng ] and waved her over as he called two cups of water over to his hands with the force. It was not meant as a way to show off, Aerik simply wanted to offer a gesture, and the water was not close. The goblet of cool liquid was offered to Lunaria.

“We have been taught similar things.”

He motioned to the space next to her…

“May I?”

 

[Renora zambrano]

Tag: Darth Carnifex Soldane Talon Firrerreo Aerik Lechner Lunaria Talon Meili Feng Jarek Voss Kai'lyn Marcus Dinn Irina Jesart Meili Feng Vestara VII Thelnic Vath

Renora stood there and watched the other students do their tests she was shocked by most of the acolytes perhaps she held back to much during her test the other where impressive atleast to an acolyte like her they where to most sith lords it was probably another day. She was stood there with militaristic statue looking towards the other students groups where already forming she looked at Firrerreo and Viers Connory she knew she was rude before "I would like to apologize for my previous statement toward you and I would like to join your group my name is renora zambrano" she asked.

She stood there awaiting the answer of the two acolytes before her she didn't feel nervous or anxious she would be accepted or rejected either way. She would accept their answer and either sit down with them or leave either way she wasn't sure she would feel strongly.

 

[Ilentos Kalosi]

Finally. The tests had begun. Ilentos was starting to lose his impeccable patience. The golden eyes of Ilentos scanned about the nearby area, looking over acolyte after acolyte. So many fresh faces completely unaware of what they were getting themselves into. It made Ilentos sick to his stomach almost. These were the people who believe they are as worthy as Ilentos himself. Inconceivable.

Without paying much attention to the other acolytes, Ilentos stepped up to have his midichlorians measured. The scientist before him was a frail man, much smaller than Ilentos. The tigerkin sat still as his blood was drawn from him. He was almost surprised that the needle was able to break skin, but did not think too much on it. After a few moments, Ilentos stood and looked down upon the scientist.

"Well? I haven't got all day." Ilentos growled.

"Everything looks good here. Carry on." the imperial replied flatly.

Ilentos growled quietly before moving onto the next task. He walked up behind another feeble acolyte and a small, raven-haired woman. Towering over her, he saw what was next: the force power test. All he had to do was move a few rocks. Nothing he hadn't done before. He watched as Vestara VII and Annika Starfire passed with ease. Those two were definitely to be potential foes in the near future. The one after them was not as fortunate. Ilentos stepped up and reached a hand out, calling on the Force. The boulder raised into the air, freeing the acolyte that was trapped beneath it. He then threw the boulder against the wall, shattering it. He watched as a pair of troopers dragged the other acolyte away before moving onto the next test.

His next task required a bit more precision. A mechanism stood before him. Several locks and pins adorned this device. It was clear what he would have to do. Ilentos focused his mind. The device lifted into the air slightly. Ilentos began to read the device through the Force. He would search for each and every path and piece of the device, surgically gaining the knowledge needed to unlock it. A few minutes later, the device returned to the table before him, completely unlocked. The observers confirmed it themselves, thus passing Ilentos on to the next step.