Part XVI current day ~

Ava flicked two switches in her cockpit, adjusting the refraction of her cockpit transparisteel canopy. She was putting her fighter through its paces after the latest battle in which her craft suffered two indirect hits to her starboard solar panel array. She didn't trust technician to tune her fighter just the way she needed it, so she learned the maintenance routines herself. Her personal S-12-X Blackbolt strike-fighter/heavy scout was truly one of a kind. No one else in the galaxy could handle the craft, hence the "X" designation. She had stripped all armor plating off the Blackbolt, and left nothing but a small ultralight shield generator for emergency defense. All default weapons had been stripped off as well, and replaced with four light laser cannons, linked into a central targeting computer. She carried three proton micro-torpedoes or six micro cluster missiles. The craft had no life support, no hyperdrive, no electronic counter-measures, and was by far the fastest strike-fighter in the galaxy for the time. It was a craft designed to be piloted by not just a skilled pilot, but a Sith Lord. Ava loved it. She adored the challenge. Her latest adjustments were cosmetic; repainting the fuselage in her faction's black and ruby color scheme, and applying the emblem of the Sanguine Empire to her ship's wings; A red visage of twin dragon heads snarling over the Sith Empire's logo, one slightly towered of over the other.

~several years ago~

Standing outside the academy entrance, clad in black short-shorts and a black tank top with black field boots to match, Ava spent the final days leading up to graduation in a fixed routine ever since she returned from her tour with the Navy. Her classes were over, but she was watched constantly as tests of her character were conducted. She woke early, around four in the morning and worked out until mid-day, had a short meal period, then sparring until communal dinner, then meditation. None of this was listed as mandatory of course. But it was what Ava adhered to leading to graduation. However, every fifth night was a free night, unrestricted.

Ava was determined to spend the evening in meditation, but several of her graduating classmates refused to allow this. "Come on Ava.. You'll love this. High speeds, destruction, blood, right up your alley." One of her colleagues, a young Zabrak woman named Mila, quipped. "Fiiiiine." Ava relented. "Where are we going?" She inquired, her curiosity piqued as she threw on a robe. "Far side of the planet. I bribed a shuttle pilot to take us." Answered Qimish, a human male with ruddy brown hair and otherwise unremarkable features. How he had survived over a decade of training was anyone's guess. Ava had guessed it was either pure dumb luck, or the Force really was with him.