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[Zarava Dekki]

ZARAVA

Location: Jutrand Academy
Timeline: After Academy Trials
Tags: Kasir Dorran

The academy trials had finished, and she had survived. Not at the top of her class, but she was perfectly fine with that. Zarava didn't enjoy having the spotlight broadcasted onto her when she was trying to keep a low profile. After all, she had no intention of wanting to stay in a place like this for very long. She was forced here thanks to the likes of her mother who was probably living it up somewhere after giving up her only child once she knew she was force sensitive.

There was still a lot of learning that she would need to go through when it came to dealing with the Force and how to harness it. For the redhead, the easiest way seemed to be through the anger that she felt about her current situation. Even when she did use the Force, it was exhausting after just a couple of moments. Zarava knew with time that she would get better, and with potential threats around every corner in this damned place, she would need to learn fast. She had a sense of pride when it came to remaining calm under stressful situations.

The only way off of this planet though, was getting on a spaceship. She had no idea how to fly one, and she was certain if she even got close to any of the landing pads that the guards would punish her in some way. With how the trials went, she came to realize that the Sith weren't against using physical punishments, or even letting some of their students die in general. Culling the weak if she would have to guess. Regardless, she wouldn't even get remotely close, and even if she did manage to get a ship she would need to fly it first.

Other than the planet that she had grown up, Zarava had never been to any other planet. It also meant that she had never been on a spaceship up until the moment that she was brought here once she was discovered over a month ago. When she was on her home planet, Elrood, she would spend a good amount of her time at the port on the planet to watch all sorts of different ships. Zarava even managed to get hold of some schematics and study them. Knowing how a ship worked was only half of the battle, actually learning how to fly one though was another story.

Zarava was leaning against one of the walls of the main hall, not having bothered with keeping to the room that she was recently given. Her belt that was now around her clothing had a couple of pouches added to it. The redhead finally had access to some weapons after everything, opting to just have a couple of knives in the pouch. She didn't have enough experience to go through building a lightsaber just yet, but she knew in due time she would acquire one just like the rest.

She needed to have one for when she would try to escape, as she didn't know of any material that could combat a lightsaber so it would be her main form of defense if someone found out about her plan. Her brows were slightly furrowed as she read through the text on her screen, and the more that she read, the more that the text seemed to blend together. While she leaned there, she would occasionally shift her weight and scratch at one of her arms thanks to the scratchy material that her outfit was made out of. It was the only outfit that she had been given when she first arrived on Jutrand.

Zarava would occasionally look up to see if anyone was paying attention to her, more often than not people simply passed by her. However, she wasn't sure she would consider most of them people, as this academy had a habit of seemingly having walking corpses around. The redhead wasn't sure how any of them were even capable of walking around, but if she had to guess it had something to do with the force. Zarava would look down on her datapad and scrolled past to the next ship and begin to read it over as one of her fingers tapped the side of it.

 

[Kasir Dorran]

Tag: Zarava Dekki

Departing from the hallowed halls of the Sith academy many years ago, Kasir had wandered far and wide across the galaxy, yet the gravitational pull of Jutrand always drew him back, like a moth to a flame. Knowing that trials at the academy had finished, he found himself within the dimly lit corridors of the building. A sense of ancient wisdom and strength enveloped him here. The atmosphere felt as though it were full of the secrets of the past, swirling around him like a mist. When it clung to him, it was both comforting, like a shroud of dark energy. Despite his status as a former student, he maintained a close tie with one individual who still gave instruction within its walls. While most of his motives were often shrouded in self-interest, the one he carried here held a slight glimmer of authenticity that set it apart from most of the others.

Earlier in the morning Kasir found himself locked in a fierce hand-to-hand combat session with a revered former teacher, the echoes of their clash reverberating around them. The intensity only grew as they transitioned to dueling with lightsabers. By the session's end, the assassin stood drenched in sweat but far from drained. There was a sense of mutual growth lingering in the air in the aftermath of it all; just as iron sharpens iron, both of them emerged stronger.

As he concluded his training, he commenced his departure with a swift pace. It didn't take long for him to step into the main hall. With the precision of a predator, his sharp brown eyes scanned the room, capturing every detail of the diverse individuals. His gaze shifted seamlessly from a red haired figure engaging with a datapad, to a collection of beings gathered in conversation, each representing a different species. Every interaction and every expression were recorded as he advanced further into the area. Annoyance soon washed over him as he couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration within. He had hoped, perhaps naively, to navigate through the crowds unnoticed, to move about without drawing any lingering gazes his way. It wasn't that there was anything to hide, per se, but rather a natural aversion to the prying eyes of others.

The figure moved through the crowded hall with a silent grace. Clad in a sleek black tunic and matching leggings, the fabric hugged his slim form. The dark color of his clothing contrasted distinctively against his pale complexion. A double-bladed lightsaber dangled from his belt. The design of the hilt was adorned with ancient symbols and engravings. It swung gently with each step he took. There was no need for concealment here; still, he walked with confidence as though he dared someone to challenge him. It had just become second nature to him by now.

He traversed another set of halls before finally emerging outside of the building. A sense of liberation overcame him, feeling a rare moment of respite from his usual duties. His Sith Laster, the one from whom he drew both power and purpose, was off on a secretive mission, which left Kasir to his own devices for the time being. The exact duration of the Master's absence remained shrouded in mystery; however, from what he understood, it seemed unlikely that his absence would be prolonged.

Stepping out into the open air, he was met with the vast expanse of the city-planet revealing itself before him. The noise of never-ending traffic filled the air, blending with the sounds of alien languages in the faraway distance. Still, he was able to catch fragments of foreign dialects, though he often relied on his native tongue of Galactic Basic Standard for most conversations. Collecting his thoughts, he turned his attention towards a collection of landing pads that sprawled. Amidst an array of larger freighter ships, his eyes searched for his 578-R transport. While he couldn’t see it from his current position due to the presence of massive ships that dwarfed it, Kasir still felt reassured knowing that his own vessel was somewhere among them. Without further hesitation, he turned on his heel with his sights set forward, deciding he would return to it at last.

 

[Zarava Dekki]

ZARAVA

Location: Jutrand Academy
Tags: Kasir Dorran

Zarava didn't have a concrete plan set for how she was going to get out of here. She, of course, had some ideas but wasn't sure if any of them would work with her current skill and with the number of people that were currently at the Academy. Was it always this busy? The acolyte would probably have to wait for when there were fewer people on the planet to try and find a way to escape. Zarava did not enjoy having complete control over her situation, but she was quick to adapt to changes in her environment for the most part. Her main plan was to find a ship that she would be able to fly docked on the academy grounds and fly off the planet. From there, she would find the nearest planet and land and then find a different ship. After all, the ship that she would probably steal would be tracked in some shape or form. The entire plan revolved around being quick before the Sith would be able to catch her again.

However, in the end, it wouldn't matter as the Sith were capable of tracking her once she had voluntarily given them a sample of her blood. That alone was enough to track her across the galaxy, so no matter how far she would try to run, they would always find her. There was still the issue of not knowing how to fly a ship, but she even had a potential plan if she couldn't learn how to fly soon enough. Astromechs. She had read information about the resourceful droids that could fly a ship completely on their own.

If learning was taking too long, she could potentially grab a droid to simply do it for her. Her sponsor seemed to have a good amount of money on them, and if she could lie and say that she just wanted a droid companion, then maybe it would just be given to her at the end. Zarava had looked through several different types of astromechs and their capabilities. As far as she knew, she hadn't seen any such droids roaming around the academy itself. There seemed to be very few in general. Did the Sith have something against droids? Zarava wouldn't be surprised if that was the case because the Sith seemed to have a lot of things.

The redhead was looking over a blueprint of an R2 astromech, looking at all of its components when movement in the crowd caught her eye. Zarava raised her head and her blue eyes latched onto a dark figure walking down the hall. Compared to the rest who were calmly walking, this man seemed to have a purpose in the way that he was walking. From the direction that he was going, he was heading straight to the landing pads. Was he planning on leaving the planet? This could be good, if she could get a good look at what he was doing in the cockpit, she would start to get an idea of what she would need to start learning. Zarava removed herself from the wall and trailed far behind the Sith so as not to draw suspicion to herself. She even walked while she was looking down at the datapad in her hand, using her peripheral vision to watch him.

He exited the doorway, and Zarava waited for several moments before also leaving the doorway. From the looks of it, it didn't seem like anyone was going to stop her from going out near the landing pads. Her eyes looked at the ship that he was heading toward, and she couldn't help but have a confused look on her face. A 578-R? From what she knew about the ship, they were taken off the market due to all the problems it had with it. Why would a Sith invest in something like that? Zarava stayed far back, not wanting to get into trouble or draw the stranger's attention to herself. The acolyte only moved slightly away from the doorway and leaned up against some crates that were stacked there. She tried to pretend she was looking at her datapad, but she kept her attention trained on him. She also made sure she had a good view of the cockpit.

Of course, Zarava had no idea how to hide her force signature or the emotions that bled from it.

 

[Kasir Dorran]

Tags: Zarava Dekki

The 578-R appeared on the landing pad moments later. He couldn't help but feel torn between continuing his stay on Jutrand for a few more days or returning to his usual home on Formos. Despite his strong loyalty to the Order, he couldn't deny the pull towards the old, comfortable and familiar surroundings. This feeling was odd for him, as he was usually completely consumed by his duties of training and serving, leaving him unsure of how to handle the rare moments of downtime, like the one he was currently experiencing. Most people didn't intrigue Kasir, and he didn't have many close acquaintances in his daily routine. Perhaps his familiarity with a few individuals beneath his usual tough exterior was another reason he found himself here.

Soon, he tapped into his elusive power, utilizing it for his own selfish purposes, a skill he initially learned at the Sith Academy looming just behind him. Kasir couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity. Incidents of betrayal and danger were not uncommon within the academy's walls, so he couldn't shake off the feeling of potentially being watched. His instincts whispered to him to stop walking, and so he did, closing his eyes to heighten his senses for a moment. He could feel the presence of everything all around him. Often it could be both reassuring and unsettling at the same time. Was he truly alone, or was he being trailed by a potential threat?

He then pressed on, passing a fleet of ships before finally reaching his own. As he stood before the small computer screen against the metallic panel of his transport. The once dim glow of the screen began to cast a blue light. His fingers traced over the surface, moving effortlessly as he navigated through the various authorization protocols. Each verification was met with a beep. With a final tap, the hatch released with a gentle hiss.

Wasting no more time, he navigated the narrow corridors with a sense of urgency, each step echoing softly as he made his way toward the bridge. His steps echoed through the nearly vacant transport, making his way towards the bridge. There he would be accompanied by a weathered RX-series pilot droid, the two figures moving together now. The droid, with its rusted and outdated exterior, seemed to be out of place in these modern times. Its once metallic body was now dull. Under the glow of flickering lights, it had an almost ghostly aspect. Yet, despite its appearance, the droid was still reliable, and often a trusted ally to the Sith in times of uncertainty.

With precise movements, he made his way to the control panels. His hands glided over the buttons and switches, each one responding with a click. The engines were still warming up. Stepping away from the cockpit that faced the Academy, he found himself moving back into a stairwell that led to the lower deck. Closing his eyes, he took a moment to gather his thoughts and connect with his surroundings once more. The sense of unease still lingered. As he delved deeper, he couldn't quite find the precise source of the disturbance. It didn't seem to pose an immediate threat, but there was something about it that was off. It was something that didn't quite fit with Kasir’s understanding of life and the universe.

As he made his way back to the hatch he descended the ramp to return to the outside world. His plan was to sit and wait, to observe if anyone would approach the 578-R. Slipping into the shadows created by the other towering ships, he seemed to effortlessly blend in. The ship's lack of any significant automated self-defense system and the droid's inability to offer any resistance did not faze him, as he knew the 578-R was not yet prepared to take off. The galaxy was definitely full of shady territories, and whenever things seemed off, it was simple enough to just depart. However, the Sith Academy held an allure that held him. Kasir couldn't help but question what would drive someone from there to possibly monitor his moves