Image #2,741: Vayne Verso (Old Republic Era)

“But seriously--what is it? Another one of your projects?” Blackmoore asked, gesturing to the svelte, wedge-shaped figure glaring at them from the courtyard with undisguised irritation. “A wayward Force sensitive plucked from obscurity on some hopeless asteroid colony; something like that?”

The majority of acolytes peopling the common area were slaves or other lowborns, graced merely with some sad modicum of Force sensitivity. The Sith had been shoring up its ranks in the wake of the War; the Academy couldn’t afford to be picky anymore. They churned them in contentious batches, quickly weeding out the runts with the sort of brutal efficiency that characterized the Imperial ethic.

Amongst the pack, Verso wasn't even remotely the most imposing character, though he did cut a figure. The others may just as well have been on another planet for all the attention he paid them.

Loreck Suvan smiled a tight-lipped, sardonic grin. "Ministry of Intelligence turned him up in Hutt Cartel Space."