Kartri: Paths to Power 2

House Jayd'sun was looking for their daughter - a direct daughter of their blood, not an adopted one - to bring them honor. Kartri had a hard time feeling like she was working towards the power and glory of a Sith when her ears still burned with shame at the chiding from her master. She knew her spotty training had left her with gaping holes in a normal Sith's background but she hadn't gotten the full depth of her inadequacy until he had taken her to the tomb of Ajunta Pall who she couldn't even name or discuss.

Something so basic she had failed at. Resolve burned like fire in her gut though, fury at herself transmuting to determination. To do better and show her worth. Her actions at the taking of the estate had been - she felt now - at best something holding her from dismissal. And given that Krassk was alive still, she rather fancied continuing to learn. Or she would never be what she knew, deep down, she was.

Sith. Real and true, with none of the attachments of her House's previous now-dead Sith apprentices to stop her. She could forge her new path here and now if she just buckled down and studied. Her quarters were filled with flimsiplas and datapads now, pulling information from the great libraries until she had as complete a history of the Sith to study as could be managed. Some of it was almost... her brows went up. Confusing and full of intrigue. The lives of the great Sith lords read like the ballads of a dying world or a great holo-soap.

She resolved to never, ever, ever mention that impression to anyone.

Picking up a piece of meat from Joe's bucket of meat she nibbled as she started to read. She could read and study tactics until her eyes bled but history was either interesting and made her sit down for hours at a time, or it was dry as the sands of Korriban and she was bored to tears. But this was not only intriguing but was vital to learn, if the important on history that her master had evinced was anything to go by.

Between bites she tapped the display screen and began to read, a more complete picture of the Exiles forming in her mind the longer she studied. The rumors of the great powers the Exiles had intrigued her - was alchemy a study that she might try an active hand at instead of merely reading pamphlets? - and the brutal way they had risen to the top of the Sith's hierarchy was nothing short of brilliant. She could well imagine where some of the disdain Sith had for humans came from now, feeling mental gaps of knowledge start to knit to a better understanding. She just hoped she didn't need to turn in an essay when she was next quizzed.

Kartri hoped to be less of a disappointment the next time her master tested her knowledge. As her attention started to wander she ruthlessly swung it back, flipping to the next great chronological Sith she could find, her cybernetics helping her take notes in her books. If she was given a quiz she wanted to pass it this time.