[X]"Nothing important."
[X] Head back and tell the instructor you've completed the task
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"Not unless you're planning to sell any of this." You don't think Kory should be told about your findings, especially since you're not sure what to make of them yet. "Hip's better?"
"Yes, and I still have some spare medpacs. Look... What shall we tell to the Overseer?"
"The truth — that we completed the trial."
"But we weren't supposed to kill Spindrall! Harkun will never believe that we fought in self-defense, and he'll do anything to clear a path for the pureblood!"
"It's not like I had much of a choice, okay!" Alright, when put like that, the situation looked really sour. "Spindrall got crazy and had to be put down, there is nothing we can do about that. And even if we cover this up, Overseer will frame us anyway."
"Then what shall we do?"
"Confront Harkun. Directly. That's the only thing we can do right now that won't get us busted at once, and the sooner we do it, the better."
"We're acolytes, and he is Sith."
"He's also an overconfident prick that doesn't expect anything serious from "scum" like us. We can take him down together, Kory, you and me."
"Oh... You'd better be worthy of your name then, Revan. Anything less will get us killed."
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You and Kory walk into the chambers, where most of the acolytes have already gathered in front of the Overseer. He looks unsurprisingly disdainful.
"Slaves." He turns towards you as others watch in fear. "Since you're late, I assume you have failed?"
"On the contrary, we did perfectly well. We have passed the trial of blood that Spindrall gave us. Spindrall himself didn't pass it, however."
"What did you just say?" Harkun instantly drops all pretense. "Repeat."
"Spindrall is dead." Kory comes in, as you have planned. "He attacked us after we killed all of his acolytes, but we proved stronger..."
"We?" Harkun smiles. "No-no, acolyte Kory, a spineless piece of dirt like you would never best the trial, let alone Spindrall himself. But your friend is something different. He would be the one to dare defying our traditions and killing a Sith much purer than himself. And he would be the one to face punishment for such a crime."
Secret roll: 10
A lightning hits you in the back before you can answer. Someone screams, and then another hits you in the chest. You fall to the ground, shocked and paralyzed, as blood from your bitten tongue fills the mouth.
"I know what you have thought — «All Sith backstab and fight each other! I can do this too!» There is one little difference, however." Recites Harkon as you lie on the floor, twitching. "You are not Sith and you never will be one."
"Can I kill him, Overseer?"
"Not now, Ffon. Zap him again if he tries something stupid. By the way, acolytes — take a good look at Ffon. Ffon comes from a noble bloodline. His ancestors have long served the Emperor and the Dark Side. His blood has more Force in it than in all of you combined, even with this scumbag taken into account." Harkun slams your hand with his shoe. "We are not Jedi, who give a saber to every idiot that can hold it properly. Our gift of the Dark Side has been refined and strengthened for generations, and our veins hold legacy of the first Sith that were born on Korriban. Your veins hold nothing buuaaAAAAAAAGH AAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"
Through red mist you can see Harkun, shouting like a madman as he's set on fire that consumes his body with unnatural speed. Someone shouts curses behind you while other acolytes literally jump out of harm's way as the burning Overseer rushes past them, to the Academy's corridors and forth. Something explodes with a bang, and Ffon falls near you, his disfigured face winding up right in front of yours. Last thing you see before blacking out is some white ooze dripping from his socket.
Last thing you sense before blacking out is a disturbance in the Force coming from Kory.