Welcome to the Korriban, try not to die.
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars the old republic or any of its work. Everything belongs to bioware.
Summary: Osnir is the son of a powerful Sith pureblood and a human female, his father taught him to hate and destroy anyone that stands in his way. His mother taught him compassion and love. He is not important to this story.
This is a new story from Star Wars the old republic, a game I play a lot. I have had this idea for a while now and I finally decided that I am going to write it out. My grammar is bad since I am not a native speaker, I am from the Netherlands. I will try my best to make it as readable as possible, however I do not have a beta that can spell check my work. If anyone want to do it pm me and I would gladly work with you, to give you, the reader, the best quality possible. Let's get started.
~o0o~
Bob woke up on a hard, uncomfortable bed, in a space shuttle. Needless to say, he freaked the fuck out.
After forcing his heart beat down, something he did not know he could do, he looked around to see a small room. The room was furnished with a single sink. After looking around some more he found a door.
After exploring the small shuttle, he discovered that there were only 3 people on the shuttle, himself included.
"Lord Osnir, we are approaching Korriban. We will land shortly." The pilot told him as he walked into the cockpit.
"Thank you." Bob said, more out of reflex than anything else. "Not to be a bother butttt, where am I?"
"We are almost planeside on Korriban, my lord." The pilot said again while looked at him a bit funny.
"Right…" Bob said as looked out of the window to see a planet slowly becoming bigger. He also saw his reflection in the window and proceeded to freak the fuck out again.
He ran back to his room and sat down on the bed while looking at his hands, they were red. He looked at the mirror and saw a face looking back at him that he did not know, he touched his face and thought.
'What the fuck is going on!'
Ten minutes, and a lot of touching, later he felt the shuttle touch and down the pilot knocking on his door to tell him they arrived.
"I'll be right there." Bob told the pilot as he stood up and splashed water in his face.
'Time to focus.' He thought as he opened the door and walked out of the shuttle. A very familiar sight greeted his as he walked towards overseer Tremel.
"At last, you've arrived. Good, good. There is much to do and very moment is critical."
'So Sith warrior, I wonder… No that's not what's fucking important, how the hell am I in swtor? Last thing I remember I went to bed expecting my alarm to go off and having another boring day at school.' Bob thought as Tremel did his little intro.
"I'm Overseer Tremel. For decades, I've administrated the trails that prove who is and is not worthy to joine the sith Order."
'Yes, yes I fucking know. I've played this game since release.'
"The trails are a chance to weed out the weak. Those who face them either survive and become Sith, or die." Tremel finished.
'Is there a conversation wheel going to pop out?' Bob thought as Tremel looked at him expecting an answer.
"Can't wait…" He replied dryly as he looked around to see giant statues and tombs all over the place.
"Maybe you were a big shot on you home planet but here you are an acolyte, nothing more." Tremel replied with an edge to his voice, apparently not liking the answer. Tremel began to walk towards the building expecting him to follow.
"I took you on because I owed your father and that was his dying request, nothing more. Now that we met in person however, I can feel the raw power you have. It is almost enough to survive here." Tremel finished with a smirk on his lips.
'My father?' Bob thought as he followed Tremel into the small spaceport.
"You face your trails, you serve me, and I will make you the most powerful acolyte here. Or you die." Tremel shrugged. "There are always more slaves."
"Great, thanks Tremel." Bob said with an even dryer look on his face. "I'll make sure to try my best…"
"See that you do."
"In the tomb of Ajunta Pall, there's an old armory. A strong Sith war blade awaits you there." Tremel said, completely ignoring Bob.
"Great, great. I'll get the war blade and meet you in the academy, sound good?" Bob finished for him. Getting tired of the intro that he'd already seen a hundred times.
"Yes, now get going!" Tremel almost shouted, getting tired of the acolyte's attitude.
"Great, cya soon."
~o0o~
'This place is really dangerous if you're not careful.' Osnir thought as he cut down his 20th K'lor'slug. He was currently just outside the small spaceport he arrived at.
'My reflexces are really something.' He thought as he spinned around to cut down a K'lor'slug that tried to sneak up behind him.
'And this seeing though the force is really handy. This body must be trained since birth to be this fast and powerful.' He thought as he cut down three more K'lor'slug with a single flick of his wrist. 'Mustn't get complacent though.'
Osnir had been testing out his new body and really liked what he found. When he entered combat, his instincts took over and he could do thing like jump thirty meters and lift things with just a single arm movement.
'As long as test out everything that this body can do I'll be fine.'
"Time to continue." Osnir said out loud as he saw that the clearing was mostly empty with some thirty death K'lor'slug lying around.
'I guess they don't respawn… I probably should have expected that but it's still weird.' He thought as he as he walked over to the medic droid that was healing some soldiers that where ordered with clearing out the K'lor'slug that he just killed. The soldiers were staring at his like he grew a second head.
"How the hell did you just kill almost all of these god damm things when I lost almost half of my men?!" One of the soldiers half shouted at him as he came walking towards them. One of his fellow soldiers elbowed him in the ribs for the disrespect he just showed and whispered. "That's a sith you idiot, and a strong one by the looks of it."
Snapping out of his stupor he quickly bowed before him. "My apologies, my lord. I did not mean to show you disrespect."
"Who are you?" Osnir asked in a friendly voice to show the man that he wasn't angry at him.
"My name is private Cormun, my lord." The now named Cormun answered.
'Wait, Cormun? Shouldn't he be at the start of the tombs, giving me the quest to arm some bomb? If he is here, then who is downstairs?'
"A please to meet you, private Cormun. Are you in command of these men?" Osnir asked.
"I took command after our sergeant died fighting these K'lor'slug." Cormun answered with a sad look on his face.
"How many fighting men do you have, private?"
"six, my lord."
"Very well, you are now under my command. We'll kill the remaining K'lor'slug here and regroup with the men just inside the tomb." Osnir said in the best authoritative voice he could muster.
Apparently, his tone was commanding enough as the six soldiers and Cormun snapped in standard military salute.
"Yes, my lord!"
"Good, I will draw their focus and keep them occupied while you provide ranged support and kill any that try to escape."
Osnir proceeded to draw a lot of attention towards himself. It worked as the remaining K'lor'slug all swarmed him. But as they got close the soldiers took carefully aimed shots at the beasts as they were all focused on Osnir.
It only took two and a half minutes to kill all the remaining K'lor'slug and officially clear the area. The soldiers, no, his soldiers had a small celebration for avenging their lost comrades. With their spirits high he walked back towards them.
"Well done men, you truly are the empires finest." Osnir told them. At his words the soldiers stood just a little taller, they always where looked at with indifference or downright resentment from the sith. With some small words of kindness and praise their respect for Osnir grew more than seeing him kill a thousand K'lor'slug.
"Thank you, my lord." Cormun replied with a smile on his lips.
"Unfortunately, our job is not done yet. Down in that tomb more are born every day and they will not stop unless we destroy their nests."
Hearing that they were going to fight more of those dammed creatures returned their looks of despair. Seeing this Cormun addressed his men.
"You are soldiers of the empire and you will behave as such! This sith likely saved our lives by killing most of the K'lor'slug and then helped us kill the rest! Will you repay that debt with cowardice?!"
Hearing that little speech, they got a look of shame on their faces, but that was quickly replaced by determination. As they stood in single line formation they saluted Osnir once more.
"Forward!" Osnir said as he led his men inside the tomb. He turned right and saw a group of soldiers defending a barricade made of supply boxes that was about to be overrun, they had utter despair written all over them.
"Reinforce the barricade!" Osnir shouted as he jumped twenty meters and engaged the small K'lor'slug army.
Not only where their small K'lor'slug, but now there where K'lor'slug that where as tall as any man and could swallow one whole. Letting his reflexes taking over he used to force to push a large K'lor'slug against the wall, killing it in the process, and cut down four smaller ones with a large sweep of his training saber.
With the attention of the K'lor'slug now on Osnir and with the addition seven soldiers, the men defending the barricade could get some much needed respite. Cormun was having none of it.
"Support the sith! Aim at the large K'lor'slug and take them out!" He shouted as he saw the men about to take a break. No matter how much they needed it, Osnir saved his life and he would be dammed if he was going to replay that with letting him fight alone.
"Let the sith fight, it's not like he would risk his life for any of us." A somewhat older soldier mumbled, loud enough for everyone to hear.
"He just did you arrogant prick, he is fighting right now so that you won't be overrun!" Cormun shouted in the man's face.
"I agree, single line formation. Support the sith!" A new voice shouted amidst the chaos. Seeing as the man was a sergeant, all the soldiers snapped in a quick salute and started to climb over the barricade.
Meanwhile Osnir had lead the K'lor'slug some distance away from the barricade and was killing them left and right. Unfortunately for him, the noise of the battle drew more of the them and he was slowly starting to get overwhelmed.
"For the empire!" The soldiers shouted as they opened fire at the K'lor'slug that where being drawn to the battle.
With no more additional K'lor'slug adding to the mix, Osnir killed the ones that he was busy with and looked around. There stood ten men left and right from him and with an open field and much of their resolve back, they made quick work of the K'lor'slug that were still in the area.
"This area is clear, my lord!" Cormun said as he approached him.
"Excellent, let up go back to the barricade and get some rest. I'm sure these men are tired." Osnir said as he walked back to the barricade.
With the immediate danger now over two men were put on lookout duty and the rest took a much deserved rest. That's when Osnir spotted the sergeant.
'Holy fucking hell, what is grand admiral Thrawn doing here?!'
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Yes, I am an evil bastard for leaving you all with a cliffhanger. And yes, I know this chapter is only 2k words. I wanted to get this one up in the air so that I could see if this was something you'll like. If anyone even reads this anyway…
So yes, Thrawn is going to be in this story. Why? Because I fucking love him and the chiss ascendancy are allies to the empire. So I thought, why the hell not? I messed with npc placement to better suit my needs. I will be doing that again, maybe even a lot, who knows.
As always, my grammar sucks because I am a dyslectic Dutchman. It really can't be helped, unless someone wants to be my beta.
Just to make it clear, Bob is in Osnir's body and he is a massive fan of both swtor and star wars in general. So he will have knowledge of things that are going to happen. I will just use Osnir's name from now on because it's a pain to write otherwise.
Cya all next time.
"He can have their hearts and minds, as long as we got them by the balls."
-The last castle