"A gigantic pain in my ass, that's what they were." Aria groaned, leaning her head back to look up towards the ceiling. "You really don't have a clue how this whole thing works, do you? Bracknell is one of the Masters on the Dark Council. Everyone who's anyone on Korriban wants to impress them, if you can you'll get a formal apprenticeship with one of them, have a chance at making something out of yourself. Everyone who can't make the cut dies, no-one leaves that academy alive unless they earned it." she was careful not to give away too much information that could be used against the Council or the Empire but it was amusing to have the chance to explain something so basic to him and make him feel a bit of a fool for not knowing. 

"Every acolyte that comes into the academy has to make an impression to have a chance of being considered, each Master only takes one apprentice. If you train hard enough, you might get lucky and get noticed. But we're all competing at the same time, for the same thing. Everyone wants the prestige, wants to be better than the other acolytes. Sometimes fights break out, it's pretty common for students to try and kill each other, get rid of the competition and all that." Aria shrugged nonchalently as if it weren't that ghastly of a concept to comprehend. "They've been trying to get the jump on me for six months, started out with just the Zabrak but when she couldn't beat me on her own she got together a little posse to help her. I've been going easy on them, I let her go with a broken shoulder last time. Guess she decided she wasn't ready to call it quits and admit she wasn't good enough to pass the initiation test."