Bab 11: Teacher’s Conference
(Hello everyone! Sorry about the delay! I had to spend the past few days working through the timeline of everything in the old republic.
Why is it so damned complicated!!! Lol, anyways! I hope you all enjoy! If you do please comment, and maybe leave a review? Thank you!)
Sitting around a large stone table on a dark room, is the Director, Vice Director, and the 6 top instructors of the academy.
Darth Valorous, Lord Rathas, Lord Kreia, Lord Mortas, Lord Ravage, Lord Archen, Lord Nexus, and Lord Sinstra.
These Sith Lords all sit silently waiting for someone else to speak.
Valorous starts them off. "This year marks the third year we have been at war with the Republic. As some of you might have already heard, Darth Marr has ordered me to prepare the elites in the new class by assigning instructors to those deemed the strongest."
The instructors all nod, silently waiting. "We have only one year before they are to be deployed against the Republic."
Darth Kreia, one of the Sith who already knew of this order can't help but to ask, "Why? Currently the Cold War with the Jedi has been proceeding quite well. What reason do we have to rush the training of our cadets? Is Darth Malgus going to start a civil war?"
The others all nod, curious to the reason. Valorous remains silent for a moment, before replying, "Rumors of a immortal surviving in the farthest corners of the galaxy have reached the Dark Council's ears."
This sentence alone causes the entire room to fall quiet into shock.
"No, that can't be true. Emperor Vitiate was killed by the Jedi Knight! The Hero of Tython. We even recovered his body!" Lord Mortas shouts, slamming his fists on the table.
The others all grumble in agreement before Darth Valorous raises his arm, silencing them. "These rumors are just that. Rumors. However, that doesn't change the fact that our army is currently too weak to fight against any threats that may reappear.
Wether it is the Jedi or Vitiate, we must gather our forces! Or, have you all grown used this 'peace' with the Jedi." Valorous snarls, spitting the word peace with venom.
The other Sith all pause. It's true. Now that they think about it, their ambition has slowly been dying out, replaced with the content to sit on their side of the galaxy reveling in their power.
They all go quiet. Allowing Valorous to continue. "Now that your questions have been answered, we shall select our students."
The silence remains, as the Sith in the room all defer the first choice to Darth Valorous. Satisfied with this, Valorous makes his choice.
"I will select Sith Pureblood Tenizar, som of Darth Marr to be my student." He says.
This selection is not a surprising one. Tenizar is a extremely talented Sith cadet son of the most renowned member of the Dark Council.
Not only is the boy an excellent student candidate, but he is also an excellent way to increase ones influence.
After Valorous's selection, Lord Kreia speaks. Lord Kreia's hood drops back, revealing her scaly skin. Her sharp teeth and lizard like Sith eyes cause many of the other Sith, especially the Pureblood's to look at her in disgust.
"I will be taking the next selection." She demands. Her scaly soft voice filling the air.
While all the other lords had deferred the first pick to Darth Valorous, Lord Kreia would get no such special treatment.
"You most certainly will not!" Roars Lord Mortas, his Pureblood heritage boiling at the thought of giving this mud blood the second choice.
"Really? Then why don't you fight me for it." She snarks back. Her voice immediately filling the room with excitement and bloodlust, her gloved hand reaching down, grasping the smooth hilt of her saber.
Mortas, despite his arrogance can't help but to hesitate. Despite being a mud blood, Kreia has risen through the ranks because of her incredibly strong hunting instincts. She craves violence. This makes her a very dangerous opponent for anyone.
Seeing this hesitation, Valorous raises his hand, "Enough! Kreia may make her choice. The force favors the bold Lord Mortas."
Within a second, the bloodlust vanishes, the pleased expression on Kreia's face saying it all. Not only does she get the next pick, but she even get's to see her most hated rival, Lord Mortas, get scolded.
Kreia, seeing no other challengers, simply states, "I want cadet Ragu. Dathomir Zabrak."
Hearing this, many of the other Sith all sigh in relief. Lord Mortas, can't help but to smirk at her choice.
"So the savage chooses a savage. How typical." He says, his disdain and pleasure at her 'waste of a pick' clear.
"With that out of the way, I will be taking cadet Kaida. She is a Sith Pureblood as well as the daughter of a Darth. She will be trained well." Mortas smirks, his grin evident.
Originally he had planned on choosing a different cadet, however seeing as Kreia chose a slave, why not choose the slaves master. Of course, the girl's affection for the slave could prove worrisome, he is confident that he can show her how slaves are meant to be used.
Hearing this, a woman to his right coughs before standing up.
"Lord Mortas, while I understand your desire to train Kaida for her power and connections, I would consider it a personal favor if you deferred her training to me. As a night sister I am versed very well in dark side spells, of which Kaida seems extremely talented." A soft feminine voice to Mortas's left asks.
The woman who spoke is very beautiful, her soft white skin highlighted by the black Sith tattoos spread across her entire body, most of which is very poorly concealed by her cloths.
Mortas considers this offer, stroking his chin for a moment before nodding. "Then in exchange for the favor, I defer her training to you Lord Sinstra."
After this, the cadet selection proceeds without too much conflict, as many of the Sith Lords have their eyes on their own preferred students.
While some conflicts occur, Darth Valorous is swift to cut them out. With his power as the mediator, the Sith are forced to cooperate.
It's like this, that the training within the academy, begins…
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