Finn didn't like Ancient Runes, the whole subject no sense to him. Why would you waste your time learning ancient runes when even the cheapest datapad could just scan anything, translate it for you, and dictate it you to you in less time than took to actually read whatever was hidden in the script. But it was one of the easiest electives he could take, and given his grades he needed it to make sure he wasn't held back a year.
Or so he had thought. Despite making sure he got into the course, there had been some mixup during the final class assignment and he hadn't gotten in. He knew the dumb TA was behind it all, specially because he had himself sliced into the professor's system the night before and added his name into the list. The only way this could have happened was if someone going in and manually updating the list at the last moment. He had beaten the TA in the last Mando Strike tournament, vibrobladed him in humiliating fashion, and he had had hated his guts ever since. He was sure the jackass had removed him form the class list at the last moment, but the only way to prove that was to reveal that he had hacked the system in the first place. So he was stuck with begging the professor, a cranky old champion who had agreed to let him in if he could convince one of the existing students to swap places with him.
So for the past seven hours he had been running from one side of the academy to the other, tracking down one name after another, and getting turned down every single time, till there was only one name left.
"Adrian?" He called out, walking into the library, the last location an ID swap had been registered, getting more than one dirty look from those present at the volume of his voice. Ignoring them, he called out once more. "Adrian Drast? Come on man, I know you're here."
Or so he had thought. Despite making sure he got into the course, there had been some mixup during the final class assignment and he hadn't gotten in. He knew the dumb TA was behind it all, specially because he had himself sliced into the professor's system the night before and added his name into the list. The only way this could have happened was if someone going in and manually updating the list at the last moment. He had beaten the TA in the last Mando Strike tournament, vibrobladed him in humiliating fashion, and he had had hated his guts ever since. He was sure the jackass had removed him form the class list at the last moment, but the only way to prove that was to reveal that he had hacked the system in the first place. So he was stuck with begging the professor, a cranky old champion who had agreed to let him in if he could convince one of the existing students to swap places with him.
So for the past seven hours he had been running from one side of the academy to the other, tracking down one name after another, and getting turned down every single time, till there was only one name left.
"Adrian?" He called out, walking into the library, the last location an ID swap had been registered, getting more than one dirty look from those present at the volume of his voice. Ignoring them, he called out once more. "Adrian Drast? Come on man, I know you're here."