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Roth lined up with other hopefuls as Darth Melar paced in front of the twenty or so sentients of many species. Darth Melar grabbed a nearby Rodian female and asked, "If you had learned a new ability on your own, would you share it with any one, and if so, why?" The Rodian burbled to her self in thought, "I would share my secret to strengthen the Sith." She said, sure of herself.
"Wrong!" Darth Melar exclaimed He clenched his fist, and the Rodian started chocking. He lifted his fist up, and she rose five feet into the air, and he let loose a salvo of force lightning. The charred corpse of the Rodian fell to the ground, and Darth Melar smiled. "Who's next?" And so it went on throughout the day till he reached the bulky humanoid. "You, there." He poked the man's chest roughly. "If you were sent to find an ancient Sith artifact, and you promised to split the gain if a person helped you, what would you do when you gained your goal?"
Roth answered immediately. "I would take out that person and reap the rewards for myself." Darth Melar smirked, maybe he had something here. "Fine, very well. If I showed any signs of weakness, what would you do?" Roth just smirked as he reached for his vibro blade. "THIS!" and with one fell swoop, he swiped the Sith Master's head, and it hit the floor with a dull thud. Roth turned to the other numerous hopefuls and wielded his vibro blade skillfully. He soon cut them all down with ease, enjoying ever bit of it.
He approached the entrance gate, but was stopped by two guards. "Entrance is forbidden, hopeful, until you acquire an acceptance token, no matter how…impressive a display you made." Roth reached for his vibro blade, but was stopped in his tracks by the two guards, now wielding light sabers. One had put force stasis on him, and he had no way to counter. Roth fumed as he waited for the stasis to dissipate, and looked forward to the day he could have his revenge. The stasis wore off, and he decided to sit on the ground, and wait for an opportunity to arise.
An hour later, another Sith Master, Lord Tanani, force leapt from her look out high above the entrance. She half smiled, half smirked. "You'll do perfectly, yes; I do believe you'll do." She handed him a small coin. "This will get you in, and get you a dorm. You will meet me in the training quarter first thing tomorrow morning. Now go!" With that she turned on her heel and entered the Sith Academy. Roth strode to the guards and smirked at them as he brandished his coin and entered the Academy.
He walked into the dark fortress and handed the coin to an impatient looking man who happened to be the Sith records keeper, and was shown to his bed. The space was small and sparse, assaulting all the senses at once. He passed many sentients lurking about the quarters, all giving him sinister glances. They all wanted a piece of him, thinking he was some pathetic hopeful chump. Roth smirked back, boy would they be disappointed.
Roth prepared to sleep for the night and went to bed. He fell asleep only to be awoken a minute later by a pasty looking human. "Wakey wakey, baby." He smirked, his new lightsaber ignited in the dark. The red light glowed against the tattooed skin of Roth's head. The pasty man jabbed at his arm, intending to slice off Roth's hand, but he ducked out of the way in a flurry. Before the pasty man knew it, Roth had his vibro blade against his throat, nicking it slightly. Roth spun the man around, and tossed his blade onto the bed. He shoved the man into the wall and firmly held him there, forearm against his throat. "I suggest leaving me be, or next time, it's your life." He grabbed the man's throat and flung him back to his own quarters.