R E V E N G E
ZARAVA
Location: Jutrand Academy
Tags: Renora zambrano
This place was massive. Zarava wasn't sure she had been walking around this place trying to get a feel for the layout of the academy. Despite the technology that she had seen others using, it almost looked as if this place was ancient and not like modern buildings. Zarava wasn't sure if that made it better or worse. The redhead had kept mostly to herself, as she knew drawing attention to herself would be the last thing that she wanted. After all, she was here against her will and wanted nothing more than to leave this planet. One would think that she was homesick, but she had no intention of returning to the planet that she had grown up on. Her father was dead, and her darling mother was the reason she was here in the first place. It was one of the few things that fueled her anger was that the fact her own mother gave her up to try and gain traction with a group she was obsessed with.
All that mattered now was surviving this whole ordeal and gaining enough information so that when she had an opportunity, she would be able to escape. Zarava knew that to leave this planet, she was going to have to learn how to fly a spaceship. The redhead had no experience in that department, as the first time she had even been in a spaceship was when she was dropped off here. She had studied plenty of schematics of the ships while she was on her home planet as it was known for its spaceport. However, that would only get her so far and wouldn't nearly be enough to fly anything. Would the people here teach her how to fly? It would be better to teach herself if possible so that she wouldn't have to owe anyone for helping her out. Still, she wasn't sure if that was still an option at all.
Zarava walked down the many hallways of the academy, absentmindedly rubbing her arm as the new clothing she was given scratched at her skin. Hell, this entire place made her skin crawl and made it feel like she was always being watched. Every time she would look over her shoulder, no one was there. It made this old place incredibly unsettling for her, but she did her best to keep it from being readable on her face. She passed some rooms that looked like others were training with their lightsabers. She only stopped for a moment to watch as blaster bolts fired at the trainees and were subsequently blocked by the blade. Moving on, she eventually found her way into a large doorway. As she entered it, there were several kiosks and other machines. Some sort of information hub? No one gave her a second glance and she approached one of the computers. She pressed one of its keys and it came to life, and immediately her interest was peaked.
Zarava looked around again, before sitting herself down. From what she saw, it was a sort of database that held a lot of information within it. Perfect. Of course, there were several files that she wasn't able to unlock or even read about. But, she didn't care for that and just wanted to learn the basics. Her blue eyes were glued to the screen as she found more information on what it meant to be force-sensitive and the force itself. After all, she had never cared about it up until the point her realizing she could utilize it had changed her life. Occasionally, she would stop to scratch at her arm as the black fabric remained itchy. She had no idea how long she spent there scrolling and trying to absorb as much information as possible.