The overseer was not too pleased to see me present the medallionon the next day.
"Where did you get this?"
"From a corpse." I met his eyes without flinching.
He made a chewing motion with his mouth.
"You have usurped another's place. That one was far more worthy. He would have been a Sith the likes you which you can never be."
"And yet I am here and he is not."
"You are a thief."
"I followed the rules."
"That you did. But I do not want you in my academy. Go back to whatever backwater you came from."
"I will enter the academy, master. I have the medallion."
His eyes narrowed. "If you enter the academy, I will tell the family of the man you killed who is responsible for this death. I presume the other two brothers are still alive?"
I nodded. One had left the cantina before we pounced. Come to think of it, we left the other one on the floor after the Bothans had scampered. Likely he lived as well. An unforgivable oversight on my part.
"They will hunt you down to the rest of their days."
"Yes," I said.
"I will do more," the overseer said, his eyes gleaming as his plan came together. "A year from now, when the other two brothers come back here, I will admit them both."
I nodded again. In truth, the thought of this scared the crap out of me; but I was not about to let him know how I felt.
The overseer smiled. "Very well then. May the danger spur you on to great heights! Follow me, acolyte."
That word sounded half-poisonous on his tongue.