Kartri: Paths to Power 1

Kartri Jayd'sun had learned many things since leaving the Korriban Academy covered in honors, a saber presented to her by the first of her Lords. When she'd left the champion of her trials, hand swollen from punching an Iridonian out for interfering in an interrogation, she was certain she was on the path to power, prestige, and authority. She was very quick to learn the galaxy did not quite yet know how to handle her power and position and presence, but it had been a good way to learn new lessons.

The current Acolyte (or Apprentice when asked, though she'd managed to remain largely un-asked-after for months) laid many of the most valuable lessons learned at the feet of her now deceased Lords. The rest of the most valuable lessons were ones she got due to a on-going mail issue.

Katrai was close enough to Kartri that she still got the former's Alchemy Weekly. A small collection of pets too (which were... given away. Or used when she decided to dabble in alchemy, following the digest's suggestions for a primer on the self-study), the bloodied bricks, the copious six-packs of beer delivered with notes "please, SOMETHING BETTER next time-" and coupons for Joe SpaceHutt's Bucket of Bits. The mail was dwindling though, which made the Sith think that Katrai had finally been killed by her insane former master. Or the Hutt she'd been stolen from. Or the Jedi the waif had been spending time talking to.

She should feel bad about that- but she was Sith. She had ... a few resources from the mailings, at least, and used what information she could glean to improve her odds and luck. And the coupons kept the fridge stocked.

At some point she was fairly certain someone would figure out that she'd been Apprenticed to five Lords and Darths now, and buried five Lords and Darths. The last time she'd been asked where her Lord was, the Sith had cheekily replied 'oh, less than twenty feet away, my Lord' at the graveyard.

It hadn't clicked with the Sith who had seemed bemused, uttered something about a wise master was one seen by no one who might use it for gain, and then wandered off.

The last time she'd tried to sound out a prospective Lord to kill for an Apprenticeship under they had asked her what she had learned as Sith. He had been less than amused when her first reply was "Do not monologue" and hadn't given her much of a chance past that.

The human folded her arms, cybernetic implant adjusting as she scanned faces nearby and watched for a familiar face to avoid.

Her time would come. And she'd finally live up to the potential and promise she had, that she knew was there. Her hand grasped her saber and she powered it on, a quick shout before she attacked the practice dummy, focusing on the Force, the twist of combat and ending as the droid was dismembered.