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[Corra]

Corra just shrugged. That seemed to be the way that things went. Sith grew in power, ruled, died, and were forgotten. Unless you were one of the all time great Sith Lords, and then your name might be remembered.

We it is, then, she said with a smile. Maybe their names were stricken for some reason, she speculated. It was just wild speculation, though, really. Perhaps they had done something so heinous or crossed the wrong person so that their name was removed.

I think I need to meet Arak, she said. They sounded like they might have been two peas in a pod. Mental things were less of her specialty, but as had been established, she was always eager to learn. He had mentioned the other Acolyte multiple times now.

He told his story and it sounded terrifying. She knew about not controlling her powers and she knew about feeling like her mind was trapped in a dream, but it was very different to be locked inside an object. Was that how the Sith who bound their souls to objects felt? An unpleasant thought.

I was just... I grew up in the Sith, she said with a shrug. It was the only life she had ever really known, and that fact probably brought together a few pieces of the puzzle about why she was so bizarre and caught up in the spook.

Kind of always knew about it as far back as I can remember, she said. Now it's just a matter of figuring out as much about it as I can, she said.

 

[Connor Vance]

Connor’s ears perked a tiny bit when Cor agreed to the both of them solving this mystery. It felt like he was beginning to make a new friend. Which on Umbara was a pretty unique experience. But their conversion quickly turned back to the two dead and forgotten Sith.

“They’d have to have done something really bad to be stricken right?” Connor asked her. He was unfamiliar with the process entirely.

When Cor said she’d like to meet Arak, Connor smirked slightly. “Yeah, you two would probably get along! He likes skin bibles and stuff.” Connor teased.

Connor listened to Cor’s brief explanation of how she knew to use the Force. “You grew up Sith?” He asked a little surprised. “What was that like?” He continued genuinely curious. “Did you all use the Force to do stuff? Or was it more lowkey?”

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[Corra]

Corra was involved in the conversation, so of course it turned back to dead Sith.

Or really pissed off someone very powerful, she said. She remembered hearing stories about Sith Emperors who had stricken rivals from the record following a Kaggath. She had to assume it was true.

Oh, a man of culture, she said with a snicker. Because that was what was cultured: the love of Necromicons and spells and secrets. High Sith society was run by the Arcanists, she was convinced.

What was it like to grow up Sith? That was a complicated question. There was little nurturing or comfort in the early days, and in many ways it was encouraged to have the most antisocial traits bred within them.

Well you're here, she said, motioning to the academy. Not really all that different except you're smaller and weaker, so the challenges are usually more tailored to your... lack of skill, she said.

The further they went up the food chain, the more dangerous things became.

It's a hard way to live, she admitted. Where'd you grow up? she asked.

 

[Connor Vance]

Connor's ears dipped a little when Corra told him about her upbringing. He understood to a degree what that level of cutthroat environment did to people. It made them strong or it broke them entirely, no in-between. "Damn, that couldn't have been easy..." Connor replied.

When she asked where he'd grown up at, Connor blinked a few times. Had he not told her? Guess not. Connor shrugged before he replied.

"Sublevels of Nar Shadda." He told her. "Real cesspool to grow up in." He continued. "It's how I got this." He waved his cybernetic arm, pulling the sleeve back slightly for her to see it continued past the wrist. "I get tough childhoods." He offered.

Connor would let a silence fall between them for a few seconds before he cleared his throat.

"Soooo...library?" He asked.

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[Corra]

Corra listened to what he said about where he grew up, and she understood as well. Yes, they came from different worlds, but they weren't all that different. Both were built for the survival of only the strong and for every one person that sprung to the top five more were trampled under foot.

Sounds rough. I'd be useless on the streets, she admitted. She had her own skills and she wasn't even really sure that anything involving "street smarts" could fall under that category.

Yeah, let's go, she said, popping to her feet and heading for the library.

 

[Connor Vance]

Connor shrugged in reply to Cor's assessment. "I don't know, you outwitted a demon thing and we out ran literal ghosts." Connor pointed out. "Don't have those on Shadda."

When Cor hopped to her feet, Connor wasn't too long behind her. He took a minute to stretch though. Unlike her, he was not an insomniac and so he was feeling a little sluggish. But he was drawn into whatever they'd stumbled into, it was too late to turn around now. "Bet." He replied as he followed her in the direction of the library.

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