Author's Note: This is a first person fic told from the POV of one of my characters on the newest SW MMORPG. The character. a former Sith slave quickly climbing the ranks of the Sith Order about three thousand years before Episode IV. is a WIP, so this story will be updated sporadically. If you're a Star Wars gamer and haven't checked it out yet, I'd strongly recommend it.
I'm also well aware it's a little short. Don't worry; the next chapter will be longer.
Spoiler Alert: If you have played or are playing the Sith Inquisitor storyline in the game, you might recognize some of the comments.
Disclaimer: Don't own, though I really wish I did.
Star Wars: The Old Republic
The Kaleth Kiran Chronacles
Chapter 1
Dust and bright starlight are the first things that catch my attention as I step onto the surface of the Sith Accademy world of Korriban. Lots of very red, iron rich dust blows around me as my shuttle takes off. It's a desert world, and some of the other slaves have told horror stories about this place. The stories were of friends being fed to the native wildlife just for their Sith master's entertainment. I'm one of the fortunate few that came here because of skill in the Force, rather than to be chained to some Lord all day and left to rot.
This world, for those who are training here, is legendary, both in terms of it's brutality and it's reputation. It's been said that if you're a Sith lucky enough to catch a Lord's eye for showing great competence in the tasks assigned during training, there's nothing that is beyond you to achieve. I hope it's true. I look forward to showing the other initiates that just because I was a slave, it doesn't mean that I'm not at least as good if not better than they are.
Other initiates crowd around me, pushing me out of the way without really seeing me as they go about their duties. This is about as I expected it to be. That will end soon, I assure myself, as I know my own strength in the Force more than makes up for my origins. They will all know my name in the not too distant future.
When my shuttle landed, I had an honor guard of sorts, the most fanfare I experienced in my life. As I walked past them, I saw my future, one of many skills I posess. In it, where-ever I go, I recieve the same attention as I had at that moment, when the leaders of my escort, Imperial officers no less, will offer me a respectful bow.
That's a long way off, if I survive the training, but oh how sweet it will be when vision becomes reality.
As I approach the building that will serve as my home for the forseeable future, and quite possibly my tomb if I screw up, I feel fear, awe and a certain level of excitement to be starting out on an adventure.
Freedom, where-ever it's spent, is an incredible experiance.
AN #2: Like many other Role Playing Games, the future choices that a character faces are based on those already made, so the conversations in successive chapters may be familiar at first, but then take an unexpected turn or two.