Sun Mar 04, 2012 9:03 am by Nem Yin
*Upon revealing himself for what he was to the class, the Intendant prepared himself for a potentially violent response. He remained in the same standing position, but his mind and instincts processed the situation tactically, noting the distance of his hand to the combat biots he had concealed beneath his attire. His hard musculature was wound tightly, each cell energized and ready for action as hormones flooded his bloodstream. He looked at the others, then back at Fenix, expressing the same ghoulish grin that was near permanently etched on his features.*
*The response did not surprise him. Throughout the war many offenses had been committed, to such an extent that even years later there were deep seeded hatreds ready to breach the surface of emotional control. Hate was a powerful emotion, even for those without the Force. It was pure and purposeful, leading to honorable desires such as vengeance. Hate he could respect.*
*But as he watched and listened to Fenix, a part of his mind was pricked by curiosity. His eye sacs inflated and his now revealed mqaaq'it grew a curious blue shade. His tone, now free to rasp and hiss, possessed a thoughtful quality.*
"Your brother sounds like a wise man." *He said.* "My name is Nem of Domain Yin, and you are right to stay your hand. I happen to be a part of this university's faculty; Vongology 101. Kill the Prof and you shan't expect to earn an A."
*He leaned back, placing his hands on the table behind him and slouching slightly in a casual manner.*
"I wonder, for curiosity is my way, what offense has been committed to see your companions so driven to rage? Certainly much has been done to earn ire from the civilized races of this galaxy, but I think in regards to your men there is something more. A furious passion formed from wicked deed, perhaps. Someone they loved, lost at the hands of my people? Tell me, what vexes you so?"