(Please just note that there is a reason I've written this the way I did. I utterly refuse to write about anytime before DJK or being Apprenticed by Inarya. This was the closest I could get to the prompt and stil participate. I hope this causes no issue. Should it, I will understand.)

Kneeling up from the floor and looking up at my Mistress then to the Chiss, the Human and Hapan males. I ignored the Zabrak entirely, because the punchy bastard had busted my nose a week earlier and I had to be in the MedBay for three days as the Medics worked to straighten it back to where it had originally been.

When I had been called in I was sitting outside Cethgus’ office spray painting a giant phallus with his name on it on his door. I was mid-way through writing a series of expletives when Inarya’s voice came over my personal comm device.

“K’tana. Throne room. Now.” I barely had time to respond when I heard the tell-tale ‘click’ of the comm on her end shutting off.

“Fraking damnit.” I grumbled to myself as I picked up the neon pink spray can and walked towards down the hall. I saw an open door, looked in and saw a desk and no one inside the room. Cocking my head to the side, I slipped in and placed the spray can on the desk before snickering to myself and hurried my way to the Citadel.

Strangeness, pretencion and pomp followed with a lot of head bowing, and sidelong sneers. Inarya flashed me a quick smirk as I rolled my eyes during a boring speech about duty and honor given by Marick Arconae.

At one point I grew so bored I turned to leave, but ended up making eye contact with the miserable frangface, Cethgus. HIs green eyes locked on mine and I figured it was safer to not get broken ribs on my first day as a Knight.

What felt like hours later I was told to go celebrate my achievements, given a moderate cred chip and then I was dismissed. I took the lightsaber parts, gave Inarya a quick embrace and a wordless smile of joy, turned on heel and briskly strode from the Throne Room. It was unknown to me then, but that was the last I would see of the woman I saw as my sister until we met again as two members of different Clans.

As a Hunter and then a Guardian, I had spent a majority of time training, learning the way of the Krath and melding my body into a weapon. As a Knight I was given more responsibilities and now had things required of me. So like every teenager entering adulthood I did the only thing I knew how: I rebelled.

The weeks before had cracked a majority of my very loose sensibilities and whatever had been left of semblance of sanity I ever had. Murder, betrayed and being rewarded for it had managed to break me. So I jumped a transport and left.

My first day as a Knight, I realized what was expected of me...and I fled.