Meeting with Tremel

"You've returned," Tremel stated when Lilya walked into his quarters. Tremel was there with skin and hair colored the same as his. Her body was fit, and other than a claw scar on the right side of her face, she was a beauty. Lilya had to hold back her flirtatious tendencies though, that woman was clearly related to Tremel, and she didn't want to get on his bad side by trying to hook up with someone close to him. "You seem to be in one piece. Tell me, how do you like your new blade." Tremel gestured to the Warblade strapped to Lilya's back.

"It'll do until I get the real thing," Lilya replied cooly.

"What are you doing, father?" the woman asked with irritation. "I only just got my Warblade, and I've been here six months!"

"I have my reasons, Eskella," Tremel replied coldly. "And you will not breathe a word of this to anyone. Do you hear?"

"Yes," Eskella said, immediately losing her inner fire and becoming submissive. "Yes, father." Lilya studied Eskella. While she wanted to be defiant, she clearly respected Tremel or at least was talk to immediately back down when he put his foot down. Either way could lead to some interesting fun if she managed to get her alone.

"Lilya, this is my daughter Eskella," Tremel explained, noticing her staring at his daughter but not catching why. "She's one of the advanced students here. On her way to becoming Sith, if she minds herself."

"I'll keep quiet about your new charge, father," Eskella stated begrudgingly. "But, I won't be there if whatever your planning blows up in your face." With she turned and walked out, pausing only to give Lilya a sweeping gaze. Lilya took that moment to lock eyes with Eskella, flash a seductive smile, and send her a wave of arousal through the ****. Eskella blushed and then hurried out of the chamber. Lilya will have to remember to hunt her down after her trials.

"Don't mind her," Tremel said with a sigh, completely missing the point of Eskella's hasty departure. "She's just sore that I'm keeping secrets. She growls, but she's loyal. Now, I thought I heard Vemrin's voice in the adjacent chamber before you arrived. Did he make his move so soon?"

"Indeed," Lilya replied with a grin. "He wanted a look at me, and apparently I wasn't what he was expecting. He's a real charmer, though he needs to keep better company."

"If he didn't attack, he must not fully comprehend the threat you represent," Tremel stated as he rubbed his chin. "Good, good! Still, I had hoped we'd have more time. Vemrin's not the type to sniff around long before trying to take a bite." Lilya tried not to let the image of that comment get to her, as it would only distract her from her goals and make Vemrin's inevitable fate all the more pitiful. Tremel held his hands behind his back and began pacing around the room.

"In a drive for sheer numbers, the criteria for Academy admittance has been relaxed. Now anyone with **** sensitivity is allowed entrance. Vemrin is mixed-blood, the invisible rot, eating away at the foundation of the Empire. He must not be allowed to advance."

"Your an elitist snob," Lilya stated dryly. She didn't care for Tremel's type since their intolerance for alien species made them small-minded and boring. Not to mention that way of thinking seemingly went hand-in-hand with prudism, which was the worse thing a living being could be in Lilya's eyes.

"You say that like it's a bad thing," Tremel smirked, clearly proud of his prejudice. "Vemrin has caught the eye of Darth Baras, one of the most influential Sith Lords. He's being groomed to be Baras's new apprentice. As Darth Baras' apprentice, the power at Vemrin's fingertips would be considerable. He could change the Sith for the worst." Lilya didn't really see that; if anything, Vemrin looked like he'd be a cookie-cutter Sith Lord that focused on his own power rather than the Empire as a whole. Still, Lilya just nodded her head along with Tremel's rambling, so long as this guy got her through the academy as quickly as possible, she'd do whatever he wanted.

"You must proceed to your next trial, immediately," Tremel stated. "I want you to interrogate three prisoners in the Academy Jails and decide their fates. Consider each criminal's story carefully; the decisions you make will be scrutinized, so let your passions guide your judgments." Lilya tried not to let her disappointment show. While Tremel may want her to let her passions run free, he didn't know what her passions were, and from past experiences, Lilya knew it was better not to show them to people like Tremel.

"I will handle it," she said simply.

"Good. Speak to Head Jailer Knash and return to me after you have passed judgment on the prisoners."