Ixodiun

She was a pureblood, one who had a legacy to live up to. Her parents had made sure that she had been trained, but it was now time for her to stand her own. To endure the trials of Korriban and rise, to further the glory and power of her house. It was true, that her family could have made some arrangements to see her to the academy, as connections and politics was in and of itself a form a strength, but then that would be relying on the families strength, not her own. While there was a slim chance, better she die than be made weak by shying away from challenge.

Which is why she was calm compared to the fears of the others, seeping around them like a fog. A few others reeked of bravado and desperation. All of the others, all forty eight seemed to be run the range. Granted, some were muttering what tales they heard of the world before them, things that drove their fear as it spread like a poison, as they allowed it to consume them as it stalked among them. Fools. They would be dead soon in all likelihood, as was the fate for any who became slaves to their emotions instead of mastering them.

All except for a very strange human male. At first glance, he seemed to be a overweight scion of some family that would soon find that his family name, while perhaps of some standing where he came from, meant nothing when confronted with either true power or a hungry beast. Except that he also had numerous scars, faint and hidden, but they were there. He was also, as the vessel there were in, little more than an automated cargo pod that would get them to the surface relatively intact, shook, seemingly half asleep and utterly unbothered by the situation.

To be sure, there was something about it, but if the human was drawing on the force like on the jedi? There was no pity in her heart or mind for him, only the understanding that he would be dead soon. Hollowed out by the power of the force, consumed by some beast or ghost, or turned into a raving beast to be put down. And then the vessel landed. Ungracefully for sure, but it did not crash, Sealed into place, it was a quick matter of telekinesis to undo the bolts, and for her to reach the promised cache of water skins.

The goal, as it was, could be said to be simple. She simply had to reach the academy in a week. But... as she considered things, and then looked into the cargo hold with all the other potential students. Truth be told, while she probably could make it through the trials alone, considering the dangers? Having a few subordinates along would increase her chances of survival... if for no other reason than it would place additional bodies between her and various dangers. That, and it may allow her to cultivate minions.

As her mother always said, minions were useful.

With the promise of water, she had managed to recruit for herself five minions. Granted, she was not sure of the last one. All but one of them female, and it was the male she was unsure of. Trere Edru (twi'lek),. Sallel Verdeeral, (togruta), Luegu Jatra (dathomirian) and Lis Orlet (zygerrian), each of who she would make sure would be properly trained as subordinates in the future, if they accepted her leadership. But, it was the human male that was perhaps... questionable. Larger than average for his species, he merely shrugged and said to call him Matt of no family or house. Still, with his size and strength, at least he could carry the supplies. Another ;lesson of mothers in keeping a male around to carry things.

Thankfully, a fact that would prove useful,. as the Tuk'ata closed in, drawn by those too weak to free themselves and were broadcasting their weakness into the force. Something to distract the predators with, as the group moved. At least, until one of the hounds came towards them. There was tension, as they prepared for a fight... and then the lumbering brute punched the hound in the head, hands holding it by its tail and neck, as he started to exert pressure. He was much stronger than he looked, as he literally tore a war beast in half.

It was a sort of simple, direct and brutish power, that she could admit, made her curious in seeing if he could be convinced to lay the broken bodies her future rivals at her feet. And then the idiot tore off a leg and started eating the dark side saturated creature. "Tough and the toxins have a lovely little tingle going down, but I've had worse." The brute was smiling, blue-black blood, dribbling down his chin, as he looked at the tail. "I wonder what kind of hooch you can make from the venom..."

A part of her wanted to just throw up her hands and roll her eyes, as she directed her minions back to the task, to head away from the feeding grounds and towards shelter. Males. Simple, brutal and she was interested in seeing if this one would be eager to please. Or if she should have paid more attention to some of her mothers lessons. Something to consider later.

Matt

You know, there were worse fates than being on Korriban as a potential Sith apprentice going to the academy. Particularly since I had been altered from however the hell I ended up here with a few not so small tweaks, even as i played the part of big dumb muscle. Frankly, much simpler, and I'd settle for survival over being one of the expected movers and shakers, because turns out? Things were a touch more complex than the video games made it out to be. Shocker, I know. But hey, all said and done? I just had to git gud on a death world with a cutthroat high school, while propping someone else as the eventual 'Sith.'

All said and done, the last may be a challenge, but... oh look, more snacks! Seriously, energy saturated warbeasts taste delicious for some odd reason.