Sith Academy
Taris
Taris
Ailis Drast's heart pounded, a light sheen of moisture shining on her forehead as she ran. A steady techno beat drummed in her eardrums, the electronic music of Spice Lord providing an aural motivator as she finished her third lap around the Academy track, her loose black and red academy issue track suit swishing with each stride. Once upon a time she had despised running. The activity a little practiced skill in the undercity that was only utilized when she really needed to. Running from the cops, or rival gangs.
Nowadays she found an almost peaceful zen in the activity as it drew her mind away from her studies, the rigors and stresses of life as an Acolyte. The constant reminder that she was once again on Taris.
She had almost escaped the ever familiar city life. Growing up in the undercity of Coruscant had forced her to develop a host of bad habits that had followed her for a time into the Sith. She had ran away from that life to find a new one with the Sith, a better one. Instead what she had found at first was more chaos and excess. More parties. More drugs.
Ailis had almost escaped that life when she transferred to the Dromund Kaas academy, until that had been ripped away from her by saboteurs of the FWA. The thought of them brought a scowl to her forehead as she ran and she increased her pace to outrun the thoughts that tried to follow. The anger at an organization that declared itself "free" while bombing an academy. At least the Sith didn't try to pretend that they weren't monsters.
A little bit of hypocrisy that, on her part. She would have laughed to herself at the irony if she wasn't breathing too heavy to do anything but while she ran. While she ran away from her own actions, choices. Evils. While she ran to distract her mind, to pretend that she herself wasn't a monster for joining them.
To pretend that she hadn't joined them because she was already a monster.
@Sreeya