He sat in the Cold cell on board the Sith Dreaednaught, taken from his family, taken from his life of slavery. Of course, he couldn't complain. Anything that wasn't slavery would be better right? But if that was true, why did the Imperial Troops grabbed him? Was he to be executed? Those thoughts ran through the fifteen year old boy as he looked out past the bars of his cell. He was too deep in thought to realize that two imperial soldiers stood in front of him, with his cell open.
"Slave", one of the guards sneered, like he had other things to do then to be with some one with his status. The boy looked up, into the helmet of one of the soldiers. He bowed slightljy, not because he respected the Sith Military, but because he feared them. The other Soldiers said, "We are to bring you to Overseer Harkan on the Planet Surface, though I don't understand how a Slave like you can become a Sith. Now, shut up and follow me."
The boy just nodded and got up. When the two 'Guards' brought him to the hanger bay on the Dreadnaught, he saw two types of shuttles, with two groups of Acroylates, one group were more free then the other, and he rightly guess that they came from a Sith family, unlike him. But that itself would soon turn to be wrong...
The shuttle landed on the outskirts, a few miles from the Sith Academy, and the he, along with a few others stepped off the shuttle, onto the sandy launch pad. Now don't get me wrong, Korriban is just like Tatooine in many ways, one of which, was that it was a Rock with sand, sand and more sand. The only difference between Korriban and Tatooine, though is that Korriban would make any Jedi, including the Grand Master of the Jedi Order, Satele Shan, for the Dark Side was Strong on Korriban.
The boy stood with a few of his follow acolytes, when the a man walked up to them. "The name is Overseer Harkan, though you will only call me Overseer.", the man looked over the new comers, until his eyes found wait they were looking for. Nodding towards the Sith Pureblood, who was wearing a hood,"Foin here is made to be Sith. Unlike you, low-life slaves, he is might to be Sith. AM I UNDERSTOOD?" he said, looking into the eyes of another Sith Pureblood, seemingly looking into his soul. The young Sith pureblood, (Not foin), looked into the eyes of the Overseer, and sneered "What gives you the right to tell us who is and who isn't might to be Sith?" The overseer just growled at him, and then replied "You are just hastling your death, Slave.", and the Overseer turned to the rest of the group, "Your task is to go into the Tuk'ata infested tomb of Narga Shadow, and meet with Sith Hermit, who will judge to see if you are Sith material. You will do this, or you will die. Am I clear?" The group nodded, before heading out, but, before they got far, the Overseer turned toward the youngest member if the group, the Sith pureblood, and asked "What is your name, Slave?"
The Sith Pure blood looked at the overseered, mumbled something under his breath, before replying " The name is Ali'tra 'Rich' Vliitra."
The Overseer smiled. "Rich is it? Well, you know your task, you low life. Move it"...
