[b][center][h2]Flower Fetch[/h2] 

[h3]By: [@Fallenreaper] and [@Espada Emi][/h3]

Korriban, Sith Academy Int.

6 ATC 1

Week 1, Day 3[/center][/b]

Classes were already over for some time with most of the acolytes settling back into their rooms when an impatient, rapid knocking started up against Mara’s door. It was the pale skinned Zabrak boy, Haiki Benara, looking tired and impatient, his little ball droid whirring nervously at his feet. “You should already know why I’m here.” The boy didn’t sound awed or frightened at all considering he was talking to someone well known for poisoning students who disappointed her. Mostly his tone of voice was somewhere between smug and impatient. It only helped enhance the overall obnoxiousness of the situation that he was talking loudly through the door.

Mara ignored the brash knocking. Her eyes looked down to her datapad and continued to work as she wrote more notes. She didn’t enjoy brashness or impoliteness. Especially by those who were underneath her.   

“I’m bored to death just following along at the same pace as the dimwits in your classes. I want the chance for more, to get the knowledge you aren’t giving us. I’ve heard you sometimes give out favors. I want advanced lessons. So, What do I have to do to get them?”

Mara placed her pen tool down. The hairs on her neck rose in irritation at hearing the little gnat bellow into the door and announce his intentions. Irritating an Overseer was ill advised, a lesson he hadn’t managed to learn. An oversight she aimed to correct. As he continued to pound, she opened a desk drawer. Inside a small ring with a thin needle sat beside a vial. She picked both up then opened the cork of the vial, pressing the needle inside. A quick jerking motion coated it to her satisfaction. 

The Overseer shoved the vial back in and closed the drawer. After placing the ring on her middle finger, the needle on the inside, she rose to her feet. She took her time approaching the door before she snapped it open and jerked him inside. On her hand the needle penetrated his skin causing a small notable sting near the shoulder area. The door slammed shut behind him as she walked back to her desk in silence.

Hai slapped a hand to his shoulder as soon as he felt the sting of the needle, going dead silent as he pulled his pale fingers away with faint but noticeable red stains. He stood there frozen and staring at his hand for a moment and then started mouthing words to himself, lips moving frantically. If Mara observed him even for a few seconds it would become clear that rather than really panicking the Zabrak boy was analyzing his own scenario, running through his options and possibly dissociating from himself at the same time to get it done. After a moment he snapped out of it, clenched both fists by his sides and let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. He moved closer to her desk with a grim little smile on his face and spoke up.

“I see I’ve made a serious error in making demands of you. I underestimated you, overestimated myself and disrespected you in your own territory. It won’t happen again. Now, if I’m already dead, I’m already dead. It’s possible that I could identify the poison in my system but given the delivery method and my current lack of noticeable symptoms it’s unlikely to be one I know. I’ve seen other students more experienced if less clever than myself die attempting self cures in your class under similar circumstances and the longer I take the more I’ll deteriorate. To avoid that, any guidance at all would be appreciated.” It was the closest she would ever get to an apology from him, or a request for help. No true Sith would beg for his life or apologize after all.