Author notes.
This is a collection of small writings mostly concerning my OC Rammas. I will try to arrange the chapters in a chronological order.
Some spoilers for the Sith Inquisitor story. Rated T for language and non-graphic violence in later chapters.
Rammas's first meeting with her first master, Darth Silthar.
Rammas stood in line with other acolytes, all of them dressed in identical black robes, this being a fateful day for them. Today, a Sith Lord, even a Darth, is visiting the academy to check out the graduates, and choose an apprentice from them.
The tiny Pureblood, easily the smallest among the graduates, could barely hold the excitement. She felt proud of herself, proud that she had made it this far. Uncle Mu would be so proud!
Some of the other acolytes glanced at her with hidden disdain - she wasn't very good at hiding her emotions, and was known for her rather un-Sithly attitude. Yet, she had made through all the trials and competitions…
The door opened, causing them all to cease all murmurs and straighten their backs as the Darth in question entered, followed by the overseer and few guards.
Rammas's yellow eyes scanned the man quickly, and she somewhat relaxed: he was much less scary than she had expected upon hearing "Darth". Or maybe he just hid it better. That was a possibility too. In any case, Rammas was thankful to the Force he wasn't as tall and looming as most of the overseers were.
In fact, quite the opposite: small, elderly, in moderately ornamented dark robes. The Darth had grey hair swept to the side and fiery orange eyes that looked somewhat sad. Rammas listened to her senses and recalled something about this one being the historian type.
"If he picks me, I think we would get along…"