They convened them to the main arena, again.

They had to be sorted by the numbers they had allocated and as quickly as possible to the exit. Any delay could have very unpleasant consequences.

She also heard the voice of the chief instructor, one of those according to all the less prominent officers of the First order.

"In the arena you will enter one at a glance, you will be rotated towards the main rostrum!"

She captured a Stiles view that testified that they actually waited for something like... but even so they didn't have to mean anything.

She also saw how Jim slightly crouched.

Lia has not made any real worries, this demonstration could ultimately be better than the real struggle, which was strenuous mainly for her, because the Force only helped very rarely, if at all, usually to give up. Even if none of them looked just more representative, even though they had the opportunity to adhere to hygiene, at least in the context of the available options, the clothes have it so odnieslo and no one has been here too much for the morning look... They didn't have much time to look like cadets from the academy, but rather they were their poorer relatives.

But she wasn't even whos now how excited, she never could know what all this would mean and whether he accidentally decided for something that could even more complicate their stay at this place...

Her team had a fear. She felt and understand it, given that they were always weaker and received less.

At least in terms of remuneration.

Much more determination of this onset was raised in the second team, whose leader was Darren. He was around her age, and speaked her right opposite, reaching the best results, seemed to Force and everything she was concerned with him actually interested.

Well otherwise, they were basically the same, even he occasionally spoke about their parents, stating that their lives originally featured differently.

But now he was in a competitive team and when they saw them draw all the benefits, he was born in a way between them, a kind of natural rivalry, which could not be easily overcome.

They held a real hatred against each other. He was only an older brother who thrived better, just so she tried to perceive him.

They had to stand in complete silence, next to each other, almost did not move, so it was established and change it would mean already in advance to lose important benefits.

No one has explained anything, as always no one behind them or just personally did not come, just were somewhere let, which was in this place actually a common practice.

"Lia Austen!"

When she heard his name, a little bit of her faded the carefreedom associated with the fact that he doesn't have to exert any kind of pressure that the only one he really desires is to return home.

The door on her side was opened and she seemingly indifferently passed forward.