Finally nightfall.
The rest of the acolytes had long since fallen asleep.
Earlier that day, Resei had packed a bag with the equipment he needed, and now he had snuck outside.
Hiding some distance from the academy, he unpacked the bag.
Seeing the content, he grinned. Old memories...
Shortly after he had again equipped some of his old bounty hunter stuff.
Bits of his armour- the parts with the flamethrower and the throwing net, but not the heavier parts, the ones specially made for him from his own bait...
He also equipped himself with his holdout blaster, in his shoulder holster.
His lightsaber hung where it always hung. He had started getting used to it.
On his back, his jetpack- just in case.
Over all that he wore his black robe.

(To be continued... dum-dum-duuuum!)

Resei looked around. The coast appeared to be clear.
He started sneaking away from the academy. He knew this escape would cost him, but he had to try. He had a feeling this place merely hindered his progress. He needed field training. He needed to kill again... It had been with a heavy heart he had discovered it. He had become a murderer. He no longer killed for the money. He killed to please a lust, a hunger if you like... And that was something this place stood in the way for...
So he snuk to the hangar bay, knowing the note he'd left would case quite some angry Sith...