Ravelin

Their words did not really help her embarrassment, or her anger at Standash. That was more because she was really angry at her self. Standash had tried to get her to study these political things, but she hadn't done it. That is normal, we get angry at others for our failures. She breathed and adressed them both. Thank you... your majesties. At this point she choses to just come clean entirely. Politics has never been an interest to me. I am a soldier, it doesn't matter who is giving the order, my job is to see that the objective is met. My father is a merchant back on Carida, that's what he told us. Do what you can, and don't worry about what you can't change... She looks up and locks eyes with Standash. Grand Moff Thul has tried to get me to pay more attention to the greater galaxy, I guess that is a mission I am failing. Most of my time is with my squad, helping them. I get a lot of younger cadets and washouts, they need a lot of help.

Brock had grown to dislike the sorts of large scale social functions over the years. In all honestly he'd never been particularly fond of them, but the more of them he attended the more he hated them. Since taking on responsibility for the Prince's Imperial Knight training he wasn't able to drown his annoyance in alcohol. Sometimes being responsible was frustrating, and the more people looked at you to be responsible the more frustrating it could be. It seemed to him that with every new title Nic decided to tack on to him the more miserable his life had become. He stayed just outside of the group gathered around the Emperor and his two eldest children, watching over their shoulders at the large man, wishing he was wearing his armor instead of the Crimson Uniform he'd eventually agreed to wear to these events as a compromise with the protocol officers. It was a dress variety of the crimson uniforms worn by the officers serving in the Crimson Command however it bore no rank insignia on the chest, displaying only a gold white shield where an officers insignia would normally rest. It took every ounce of his training not to glare at Harnan Ren or reach for the two lightsabers at his belt as he watched the large man out of the corner of his eye. There were few people in the galaxy he truly disliked but the Ren was definitely at the top of that list. His continued presence in the empire was a thorn that Brock hoped he'd one day be able to remove from his side. However that time had not yet come. Though he knew that one day the man would grow tired of his games and show his true colors. So caught up in his own thoughts he barely noticed the curt greeting from Grand Moff Thul as she joined the group. It seemed that she was swooping in to cover for her student's social misstep. Why some in the empire put so much time into trying to appear as socially capable was something he'd never be able to understand. He gave a small nod to the woman in response to her greeting, it's minimalist nature not bothering him in the least.

She had been at least vaguely aware that Jin's training had been progressing, but Harnan had never given her any details. Perhaps as a test to see whether she'd worry or try obtain answers other ways. Or perhaps he simply did not consider the information relevant for her to know. Her own studies, after all, should be her focus so that she could improve. But she also knew she'd be able to do much more with her best friend by her side
I'll be certain to make sure Master Harnan brings you back to Prakith! I won't give him any other choice! I need my best friend by my side to have my back! I'll make him tremble with fear if he thinks to say no.
She smiled and chuckled at the joke. Few things scared Harnan Ren, and Fiora was absolutely not one of those things. She was, by comparison, something of a pup compared to him. He felt no fear for her. But Fiora was quite certain he would feel pity for her cause. And that would be enough for this task

Akulas stands in a stunned silence as her life changes and is planned around her. She had no control over what was happening. That made a part of her very nervous and frustrated. It was what she signed up for and she could handle it, but it still bugged her. Two powerful people discussing her, like she want there. It made her feel very small. At the same time they were both building her up and praising her, it was giving her very conflicting emotions. Standash's idea that Akulas builds her own squad hit her square in her chest. She never saw that as a possibility. It was a lot of pressure, and she had worked with many great people. The timeline was sped up again when the Emperor turned to her and gave her his orders. This was all going down very fast. She can't bring herself to speak a response and just nods with the millions of things now rushing around her head.
The comforting arm of Standash's hug shook her out of it a bit. She smiled at the joke, then got red at that last comment. She spoke the only thing that she could get out. Yes mam... The Grand Moff walked away and the cadet leaned against a tall table trying to compartmentalize everything that had just happened.