There is going to be some OCC segments, and I apologize for that. This idea came to be in part due to the fact that Darth Marr seemed to want to remodel the Empire into something better, still with the same values and all that but in the end changed. It was during one of my missions on Makeb on SWTor, I may have misinterpreted what he said all together but just letting you all know ahead of time, this till be different in some ways.

Start!

A pack of bodies were piled into an Imperial transport, each of them had some form of marring, they were slaves you see, each one of them had been found as Force Sensitive and were shipped off to the Sith Academy upon Korriban, the very home world of the order.

A few were large fellows, large walls of flesh and muscle, laborers. The only female of the group was a short, petite thing, had ringed scars upon the right side of her face, around the temple and cheek, a farming-slave no doubt.

Finally seemingly shrouded in the darkness of the cabin, was a dirty male, he seemed to stand out the most of them, he had the aura of ferocity that Sith seemed to covet, but it was too wild, like a beast backed into a corner, a pair of intersecting scars ran across his face one running from his hairline to his jaw, across his eye, the other from his right ear to the ridge of his nose. No doubt a fresh capture.

His messy black hair was matted and seemed to be stuck with dried blood, the rotten copper scent it gave off was a dead giveaway, scarring around the back of his exposed neck showed his shock-collar had not been removed with the greatest amount of care, from the look of him though, it would seem it was a self-done job.

His clothing was different from the standard stereotypical slave look the others within the cabin seemed to be sporting, he wore a tattered black shirt and worn grey trousers, along with strange open toed boots none of them had really seen before.

"Those eyes..." Said one of the bigger fella's, Wydr, oddly coloured freckles spotted around his eyes, the skin darkening along with them in said area, a brown patch sitting on his chin. "...Scarier than some of the older soldiers on Dromund Kass I've met. Stay clear of him Balek." Ordered the man to the one sitting next to him, he seemed to be only slightly shorter, and had many of the same features, both had muddy brown hair that was quite well kept, perhaps they were not slaves but instead low-class Imperials? That would seem more in line with their more acceptable form of dress.

Said eyes were a dark golden-orange colour, they seemed to pierce the darkness of the cabin and glare hatefully towards the one who dared to speak of him, like his cover had been blown.

"Leave me alone, and we'll get along fine." He rumbled, his voice was course, rough like sandpaper but not completely unpleasant, just seemingly underused.

"I've never heard that accent before, are you not from the Empire?" Asked the only female, she had short, chin length auburn hair and dusky blue eyes, her skin was quite nice for a slave, scarring aside.

"Some red skinned horned men, decided to go off-shore for some fresh meat, it would seem. The first people of the sky I met locked me in shackles and shot lightning through my body, said I was 'Sensitive' to some 'Force'." He growled, once more sounding more like the animal his body-language seemed to scream.

"'People of the Sky'? What did you not live on a space-faring planet?" Asked another one of the larger males, the more the amber eyed male glanced around the room the more he seemed to notice it was only he and the girl who were 'slaves'. The scars aside these men were all much more presentable.

"Yes." Grunted the brunette, gesturing to the discarded vibro-blade at his feet, "Your weaponry is cumbersome and far to loud. It is useless to one such as myself. When I find the one who thought it would be a good idea to bring me here, I will tear our the trachea and wear it as a hat." Though not a wholly serious threat, they all got the message. Someone was going to die.

Just another day in the jolly ol' Empire.

A Short time later.

"Your fear is so strong I can smell it..." Snarled the male, once more interrupting the silence of the transport. Though they were nearing Korriban the massive red planet could be seen, it was quite beautiful from space, a large ominous reminder that all power started somewhere.

"Well I am a little scared." Admitted the woman he spoke to, she had a small smile on her face, amused by his discovery. "I think we all are."

"Fear is a tool of your enemies. Let them not have it from you, steel yourself, force your mind to a place of respite and become a weapon. Then you shall survive. Then you shall live." He lectured lowly, his gaze narrowing, "Fear is for fools. Be the weapon. Not the Whimpering child." He finished, Kory, for that was her name, paused for a moment and tried to soak in his words, she was after all, a mere slave. Her masters threw her away when she discovered her connection to the Force.

"Alright back there, we're landing." Said the Imperial voice through the comm. "Get ready to depart." Said the man once more before the line went silent. Each of the inhabitants shuffled slightly to check they hadn't left anything behind before standing up to leave, the heavy metal joins squealed as the hatch was released, light flooded into the cabin revealing them all in true detail.

The dirty male, who spoke with the rough voice growled lowly as his pupils rapidly shrunk to avoid taking in too much of the shine, adjusting he grabbed the sloppy weapon from his feet and followed after the others, his face was angular and refined, like he was a noble, but it held the gaze of a beast, offsetting that thought.

The hot air of Korriban swept across the group as they exited the ship and walked towards the shielded docking back, light blue-purple transparent walls dancing with the occasional static twitch.

The black haired male scratched at the scar on his neck, some machine they put into his throat that made it so others could understand him, when his capturers found him to be 'sensitive' without noticing he slipped out a curse upon their whole families, mostly wishing death in some gruesome manner or diseases.

"Ah, a late arrival..." Drawled out a voice, though this voice was filled with disgust and hatred, the black haired male stared down upon the speaker, as he was roughly 6' 3" and this man seemed to be roughly a head beneath him. "Like the animal you are slave you will obey. Be on time or be punish severely." Threatened the man, spitting the word slave like it was the worst of curses, out the corner of the mans eyes he noticed Kory cringe slightly at the words, fear seemed to be ingrained into her being.

"My name, little man is Menma. Use it or I will break you." Replied the 'animal' narrowing his gaze so only seemingly glowing orange slits were visible, his pupils slit and rose vertically giving it all the more menacing of a look.

"Watch yourself slave or I will-" The man, Harkun was his name, a pale man with a stupid looking face tattoo and a chinstrap goatee, he wore armour of some kind, it didn't look very strong but Menma was just in a flying hunk of metal so he'd allow his expectations to be a little flexible.

With a solid thrust of his right arm the brunette slammed his fist into the mans nose, the sickening break that was heard and the scream of pain the burst forth from the mans throat was satisfying, strangely so a pleasant tingle ran across the taller mans skin as he smirked.

"My name. Is Menma. Use it or I will sunder your body." Rumbled the amber eyed male darkly, "We leave." Ordered the man as he followed the others out the doorway towards their first trial, Menma assumed he'd just do as they did. Stalking after the group of Sith-hopefuls he found Kory waiting for him, her arms crossed and a sly grin on her face.

"I saw you slog the overseer. At least one of us had the guts to do it." She commented smiling up at him brightly, Menma smirked and nodded.

"He is a weak man. I do not know why these Sith wanted me here, but I don't like to be annoyed, he oozed of self-obsession and the coveting of power he did not have."

"We're suppose to go into the Tomb over there and find some old hermit named Spindrall...There are Klor'slugs everywhere though...I don't know how we'll be able to get in there without getting seriously hurt." She said, slight concern flitting across her face, no doubt the mentality of slavery would weigh upon her for quite some time.

"Kill everything that wriggles." Were the mans words as he carelessly descended the ramp, all the while never noticing eyes were upon him.

Elsewhere

Within the Dark Council meeting room were the Darth's who ran the Empire in the Emperors absence.

"This power..." Spoke Vowrawn, an old Pureblood Sith, his skin was a dusky red colour, he wore red armoured robes, his faithful lightsaber at his hip, his black hair was neatly kept to one side as his ruby red eyes seemed to dance with glee.

"I could feel it before it touched Korriban...It seemed to echo across the Force itself with rage." Said the armoured giant that was Darth Marr, his armour mimicked human muscle tissue, in aesthetic at least, but was comprised of man powerful chords all strung together forming plates. His face was hidden by a mask and his head by a hood. The man seemed to radiate his own massive font of power.

"If we were to harness this power it would do wonders for the fight against the republic." Said Vowrawn, casting his red eyes across his fellow Councilmen.

"If it resides in one being that being would need to be made loyal..." Spoke Darth Ravage, a lean man who seemed to be getting on, he had a few cybernetic enhancements visible upon his jaw and above his eyebrow, dark brown hair that was well kept and fair skin, donned in the red armour of a Sith Marauder.

"Loyalty and Passion." Spoke Marr for many years they had been discussing changing the Empire into something new, something better as the current system was extremely flawed, it took quite a while for them all to agree to the plan, but they hadn't found a way to truly implement it as of yet.

"And if it turns out to be an artefact of some kind I will personally dedicate my time to picking it apart and learning all that we can from it." Spoke Darth Thanaton, a greying man, once again a human, with pale skin that seemed to be blackened by the Dark Side itself. He wore armoured robes but these were more grey and purple than red like his fellows. The smirk on the mans face made it clear to all he hoped it was indeed an inanimate object that he could play with for hours on end, as the one in charge of the Empire's Sphere of Knowledge, Thanaton loved few things more than gaining more knowledge.

Knowledge is power after all.

"So who goes to retrieve it, do we draw straws like children?" Asked Vorawn, amusedly.

"Send him to Tremel." Spoke Marr, garnering attention, "He needs to be taught, Tremel needs a pupil so Baras will cease his insipid spluttering's." Spoke Marr blankly, though consensus was reached, they did seem to be slightly on edge about giving Baras this power.

"'Him?' Was it so easy to sense out this being without ever coming into contact with it?" Asked Thanaton, though that may not mean much as he sensory skills, whilst very good for a Darth, were not as fleshed out as his fellows.

"Indeed. Though I do not know his species. We will have to run interference so he's not another of Baras' puppets." Spoke Marr, thankfully Darth Vengean wasn't here, Baras' Master was quite vocal at any slander against him and since Baras was his apprentice it somehow, to Vengean anyway, fell upon him as well.

The Tombs

Menma struck down upon another theif, these men had tried to steal from the dead, whilst not something that exactly incensed the 'Sith-Hopefuls' sensibilities, they were in his way. So therefore had to die.

"You are quite brutal..." Commented Kory, she was the only one who bothered to wait up, and the only one he could find. It annoyed him slightly, as a Shinobi your squad was your life when on a missions, yes he'd done solo jobs before but a unit was always the best way to operate. He didn't understand the extreme at which the took 'survival of the fittest' from what he could garner off Kory it seemed these Sith just outright killed the weak, whilst yes the strong should lead, the weak could also be used as assets themselves if put in the correct position.

It was much like chess, the Pawn's may seem underwhelming and useless but it proves that a single pawn placed correctly can crumble a castle.

"It's needed. From now on you're going to be harsher. Strike that man with your lightning and run him through, show no hesitation. A second in combat is a possible death." Said Menma as he picked up a loose piece of rubble and tossed it at an armoured mans back turning sharply he rushed towards the black haired male with his vibroblade at the ready.

Kory saw him starring at her, ignoring his possible death approaching, this was ridiculous. Steeling herself the young woman released a shock of Force Lightning right into the treasure hunters chest the man buckled quickly as volts ran through his body, rushing forward she, rather awkwardly, stabbed him through the back and out his stomach.

"Good enough. But you'll do better if it means forcing you to strangle kittens." Threatened the brunette, though his words lack rancor the point got across, Kory sighed shakily, it almost physically hurt her to take a life, she wasn't wired for this kind of stuff.

"If it helps, for some bloody reason this always does, think of killing as protecting what you hold dear. Protecting yourself and protecting the ones you care for." Rattled off the ex-Shinobi boredly, honestly it was just killing. That's how it worked on his planet, he was still getting used to the idea of thinking of it as a planet and not just 'home', but perhaps on a galactic level it didn't.

"How come you haven't use any Force abilities yet? Surely you've been given the basics of the basics at least." Asked Kory, Menma shook his head.

"No. They just pulled me from my planet after killing my squad and from there I was bought by some large fat creature, it looked a lot like a slug actually...From there some Imperials found me, scanned me and determined I was 'Force Sensitive'. They bought me from the slug and brought me here, out of all of those I'd met in the past week, they were the most pleasant." Informed Menma, Kory smiled lightly before taking his hands into hers.

"It's not that hard...Just concentrate, try to feel out the air around you. There should be a...Presence I suppose, that you can feel, then try to direct it." She instructed, slightly happy that she could assist him, they seemed so different she was weak physically and mentally, but he was so strong if she could help him and they worked together, she could get stronger eventually as well.

"Very well." Said the black haired male as he closed his eyes and breathed through his nose. She was right, there was a particular something in the air, he just assumed it was the smell of this cesspit of a tomb, this presence felt slightly similar to chakra, but even since he left his planet he could feel his chakra leaving him...Like it was being eaten away.

Tugging on the sensation with his mind seemed to send a tremor across the air, he opened his eyes to see the dust around them being kicked up, removing his hands from Kory's he aimed one at a nearby piece of rubble, making a reaching gesture he felt the rock in his grasp it was the oddest sensation he'd ever come across lifting his hand it slowly rose, with a smirk at his success he turned to Kory who smiled brightly up at him.

And then the rubble was reduced to dirt under the pressure of his grip, shards flying outwards.

Kory gaped at the sight whilst he just looked at his hand, "This seems to be a very useful ability. I will work on it. Thank you, Kory." He tipped his head, the girl flushed slightly, having never been thanked for something before she didn't really know how to react to it.

"Let us go, Spindrall is no doubt around here somewhere..." Said Menma, it felt like the whole world was opening up to him, beacons of power lighting up around this planet, it saturated the air to the north of their position. Weaker beacons sat within the tomb ahead of them. It was...Exhilarating. Seeing without sight, feeling these beings around him was incredible.

Was this how Sensory Ninja's felt? Perhaps. Perhaps not.

As he and Kory stepped down into another section of the tomb they saw various robed figures, training away with vibroblade's or Force Techniques. Menma gazed upon them, watching the Force Itself shift around them, his head ached slightly as though it was trying to cope with this new vision, Kory touched his shoulder though he merely waved her off, gesturing forward to the crouching figure.

"Ah...You come...Archon of Power...Bringer of Chaos and Destruction...The Force itself dances about you like a child...And now, with open eyes. You see." Spoke the man, donned in blackened robes, Menma rose a brow in confusion, looking to Kory who looked bewildered.

"Your path is filled with blood and war...Deceit and betrayal will be your greatest foes. You must remove such chances." Informed the Hermit. "Grasp the Galaxy by its throat and bend it to your will, Archon." The mans cryptic rambling seemed to be induced by whatever trance he was in. He rose from his kneeling position and looked to Kory.

"You are weak, kind and gentle. These things are unneeded in a Sith...But you have potential to cause great damage if given the room to exercise your latent power. Stay with the Archon and all will be clear. Stray from his side, fall under your current weakness and you. Will. Die." He said Simply before returning to his meditations. "Now leave this place, go to the Academy. They will hear of my words, of that you can have no doubt." He spoke finally, before going completely still and silent.

Menma and Kory exchanged looks, before turning to leave, though they both looked thoroughly confused, a little unsure of how to feel about what had been said. "Spindrall speaks of your greatness...He has not ceased speaking of the Archon for many weeks now. We are honoured to be in your presence Lord." The training Sith seemed to follow behind the one whom had spoken, a Pureblood, his skin was a ripe crimson red, he had spikey protrusions from the underside of his chin and at the corner of his jawline, golden eyes that seemed to pierce metal and a short black ponytail.

He and the others bowed lowly, they radiated awe at the mere mention of the word 'Archon'.

"Please, great Lord Archon, take us under your wing so we may attain even a speck of your power for ourselves." Pleaded the one female among them, she too was a Pureblood, though had no markings along her jawline, instead two short protrusions from her eyebrows, dusky black lining around the underside of her eyes emphasizing the crimson orbs.

"I think they want to be your apprentices..." Offered Kory, uncertainly.

"You all must be aware that I have only just touched the Force. I no not what I could even offer any of you." He informed, hip slightly cocked as he crossed his arms.

"We only wish to follow you, Lord Archon. Follow your example. If you wish it we shall share what we have learned of the Force with you, so that one day we may learn from you as well." Offered a human male, he seemed slightly more lithe than the others. Who were more of a happy-medium build.

"Acolytes, my Lord. If you wish not to take us as your Apprentices." Offered the final member of the foursome, though his sounded more like begging. It was like they craved his presence. Menma was a little thrown by the desperation in his voice, the man, actually all of them, were older than he looking in their mid twenties, whilst he was only 19, that in itself was crazy to him.

"Uhm...Sure. Follow if you desire...I will not stop you, as for sharing your Techniques, I will offer what I can in return, I am Menma. It is a pleasure to meet you all." He greeted tilting his head slightly. Gesturing to his companion he spoke once more, "This is Kory, she is a friend." They all fully removed their hoods, following the firsts example.

"I am Mjroin Heartseeker, Lord Archon it pleases me greatly that you have not cast us aside." Said the male Pureblood pleasantly, a smile upon his face.

"I am Nashada. Thank you kind Lord." Said the female, she had short, cropped hair, black as midnight.

"My name is Tash Broice, my Lord." Greeted the lithe male, his fair skin was quite clean for someone who hung out in a tomb all day stubble lined his jawline and his pale grey eyes looked up at Menma with genuine happiness.

"I am Kaarh, a thousand thanks for your kindness, Lord Archon." He was a darker skinned male with short messy brown hair.

"Well I suppose we should get out of here..." Said Menma, as he began his way towards the massive beacons of power, his new 'Acolytes' tailing himself and Kory all quiet and exuding joy.

"What have I gotten myself into..." He wondered, this sense of foreboding weighed on him heavily.

End.

Now, I know some parts of this are slightly contradictory, such as the Purebloods being in the group of failures, but remember the Empire doesn't tolerate weakness from anyone.

As for the Council handing him off to Baras, he needs someone to teach him. They don't want to take time off their business to handle an Apprentice. But they will have influence over him, just give it a little time and it'll explain itself.

Anyway, that that, if you want more tell me otherwise this'll be another little experiment.

Raxychaz!