1001 text of knowledge

[Irolia Shen]

It was weird coming back to the place that started it all. Oh, how she hated this planet with such deep hatred. Coming out of lightspeed and entering Korriban's space, Irolia sighed silently. In the seat behind her, sat her pilot, controlling the shields on her ship. Normally the pilot would take over when she wasn't flying her own ship. With one in the turret on the rear, the rest of the squad sat in the back. "This is Irolia speaking, hold on to something Jen-Asha, we're entering Korriban's atmosphere" announced the Blue Sith to her newly rewarded men. Jen-Asha was a name in Sith language which means Dark Victory. It was a bit weird at first, not being only her and Parrot travelling. They had been granted to her for the mission's she had been partaking in. As she landed her ship, Irolia left the pilot seat and exited the cockpit and looked her men over. "You guys really didn't have to go with me, I'm just going to read my time here" explained Irolia again, and again, the men from Jen-Asha at the same time said, "We go, where you go My Lord".

A small smirk formed on her lips, when her troops showed true dedication to follow her, even though it still deep down, was a bit weird to her. Exiting the ship, she felt almost like royalty, as her men followed her through the halls of the Sith Academy. She was kind of glad that she wasn't royalty, doubt she would find it comfortable... or fun for that matter. Entering the big main hall, she passed a couple of young acolytes, who had just finished their first training. She stopped by the entrees of the Sith Archives and turned around to face her squad of men. "You can wait for me at the guard quarters, I'll find you when I'm done," told the blue Sith her Jen-Asha Squad, who saluted and disappeared around a corner. Irolia waited to enter the Archives, till all 6 men of her squad had left the great hall.

Turning towards the Sith Archives, she entered and smiled by the wonderful smell old text and books delivered. Most Acolytes in her time at the Academy didn't find reading all the old texts as much fun, but then again, she was not like most Sith. Parrot quickly flew from her shoulder as Irolia asked it to see if the Archives had acquired anything new. Luckily it had, so with a couple of datapads in its pincers, Parrot flew back to its owner, where she would sit down to read.

Irolia sat a bit in the back and away from everyone else, it had always been her favourite spot to be alone and away from everyone and everything else. Sitting with the first out of 5 datapads, Irolia began to read the intro and smiled to herself as she swallowed all the new knowledge she read.

@Drako Maris

 

[The Storyteller]

It had been some months since Maris had tread upon the red soil of Korriban, and while its shrill winds and storms of crimson dust were the last thing the Acolyte missed, he truly reveled in the power of the planet. Maris spent the chill morning of his arrival wandering valleys congested with the ruins of the Sith'ari, whereupon rocky outcrops threw down shadows blended with the pale shafts of light Horuset - Korriban's sun - weakly offered. Perhaps nostalgia drove him to return, or so he would have the familiar faces of Academy believe, for his purpose was his alone and guarded by an ingratiating smile.

Nods and greetings were proffered where they needed to be as the Acolyte navigated the corridors of the Academy. Maris always found these great metallic halls frigid, as the cold clung greedily to walls of embellished steel, where hanging crimson banners broke the monotony of color. Unto the archives the Acolyte tread, greeted by the familiar shelves of data entries and ancient tomes alike, all swathed in glaring milky light as to ease the eyes that scoured books and datapads. The journey took him section to section, until finally he found himself at the very rear of the library; But not alone.

Molten eyes fixed themselves to Irolia, and after contemplation that last naught but a stretching second he came upon her with a smile. The Pantoran was certainly a contrast to Maris, her figure was adorned by deep blacks cut by the edging of armors that would strike fear into the heart of many a man. Maris however sported robing of an ivory cast, and its fringes were entwined with silver that wended to his collar. "In all my years slaving away here, I'm afraid yours is a face I don't recall." His voice rang clear and in its timbre lay hints of curiosity. "I'm Acolyte Maris." He was awfully cordial for a disciple of the Sith.

 

[Irolia Shen]

Irolia liked reading books, or in most cases, datapads and often she used her spare time to just relax with reading. When she heard a voice, which seems to be directed at her, started to annoy. Of all the places people would talk to her, it just had to be in the damn archive. The blue Sith looked up from her datapad at the stranger, he was rather a tall one, blonde hair and a very pretty human. "uhuh, by the look on your face, I would say that you are correct" replied Irolia with a nonchalant tone.

Her crimson red eyes looked from Maris and back to her datapad to continue her reading. Parrot, her droid beeped quietly, crawling from the table and on to her should, where it would beep contently with its position. The droid acted much like a spider or a mix between a spider and a bird, as it almost sat on Irolia's shoulder, one way or another. It was pretty clear that the blue alien wasn't starting any conversation with Maris or showing an interest in him. Then again, why should she, just because he was friendly? She didn't know him, maybe he wasn't the sweetest and nicest guy in the universe, but then again, Irolia couldn't see, why she should act upon it

@Drako Maris