[center][h2][color=ed1c24]Aria Saal[/color][/h2][/center]

[center][i][6 ATC 5]
Korriban, The Tombs[/i][/center]
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[center][h3] Interacting With: Tishombra [@Almalthia], Open
Mentions: Mara, Dash [@Fallenreaper]; Haiki [@Espada Emi]; Atria [@vFear], Mahree [@Bea][/h3][/center]

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The dry, red sandstone landscape of Korriban was a welcome, familiar sight for Aria. Though she had long since passed her own trials here, the planet was the closest thing she had to something she could think of as ‘home’. It was familiar to her, and at this stage of her life, that was a comfort she clung to like a tick to a Bantha’s ass, the familiarity of it all; the tombs, the beasts, the Academy, was oddly grounding for her, not to mention that there were still many things that could be learnt and discovered at the Academy, even if one had already graduated.

Thus, she found herself back here again, this time as a tool of sorts, to aid the Overseers in testing the latest batch of ‘fresh meat’, as some liked to call the newly appointed (or otherwise coerced and/or captured) acolytes. When she had arrived, Aria’s gaze had briefly passed over the engravings on the door as she stepped off the speeder, though at this time she lacked the experience to know exactly what they said, she hoped that one day in time she would be able to do so. 

Bright amber eyes scanned the initiates that Mara had assembled, two Zabraks, a human and a Zeltron hybrid. Well now, this was an interesting mix, for sure. For now, she chose not to say anything to them directly, and soon her attention was turned to Tishombra as the other apprentice arrived and broke the silence that had settled in the air by extending a casual greeting.
[color=ed1c24]“I was beginning to think I was going to get to have all the fun,”[/color] she shot the redhead a mocking pout, which quickly became a crooked grin as she tipped her chin towards the candidates and asked, [color=ed1c24]“How many of them are gonna piss themselves, d’you reckon? We gonna take bets?”[/color] not seeming to particularly care if the acolytes heard the statement. Good, let them hear, [i]let them be afraid.[/i] 

The volunteers themselves may not be allowed to kill the new recruits, but Aria had no doubt that there were many things in this tomb that likely could; they’d either get through this and survive, or the trials were going to chew them up and shit them out with no warning.