Life as a Sith apprentice isn't that different from life as a Sith acolyte, so far. Kaas is rainier than Korriban was. There are fewer overseers around, but more actual Sith Lords. It all balances out, Elleira supposes. At least Zash hasn't directly tried to have her killed. Yet. Sending her to the archive to pick up a few specific historical works is not suspicious, Zash has had her do it before.

She navigates to the appropriate section confidently and begins browsing, keeping mental tabs on the locations of the other Sith in the area. No one's close enough to worry about. As she slowly walks down an aisle, a display catches her eye. She hadn't noticed this particular artifact before. As she moves to get a closer look, something odd glints for the barest fraction of a second in the glass, and she experiences a sudden moment of vertigo. She shakes her head to clear it, then starts in alarm. She can't feel the presence of anyone else anymore.

She goes into high alert mode, hand hovering over her lightsaber. She can't hear anything. No rustles, no footsteps. She reaches out to try to find the people again-