<strong>Name:</strong>Sa'na Aozora<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Infront of academy.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Temor, Telen, , Moros anyone.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The Chiss can't help but let out a smirk at the comment of an overseer being killed by a whelp, perhaps this was this hooded Siths way of teller her she'd suffer the same fate?<strong>"You know why I said it, don't you? If not, then I shall tell you.."</strong>The Chiss then moves to stand next to the hooded man, even if he didn't want her to, of course, he could easily push her away.<strong>"I said it because I know, deep in myself, that these initiates...acolytes...whelps...what have you, wouldn't last very long against me. I'd even play with them a little and use one weapon instead of what I prefer. Besides..."</strong>The chiss suddenly stops talking, as if she was going to say something which might have annoyed the hooded man or worse, made him try to kill her.<br/><br/>She knew a person of influence when she sees one though, and as Darth Moros appears, directly after the now unhooded man who she was so previously talking to, she inclines her head in a greeting fashion.