Author's Note: This is my first story with Star Wars while not being a super fan so go easy on me. For any phrases and or cursing I will be sticking with the earth versions that have a chance of making some sense in the Star Wars universe.
Boring.
That was the thought that appeared in Phantom Mistilteinn's mind. He had been sitting in the shuttle heading for Koribban for a while now with little to nothing to do. The guards that were escorting and sitting across from him were not very talkative since they were scared of setting him off. Though he could not really blamed him. He had met and been targeted by more than his fair share of Sith hopefuls during his time on Ziost. A lot of them were either short tempered, prideful idiots that had egos bigger than their brains, or blood crazed psychopaths in training that just want to destroy things for just the sake of it.
Though that didn't mean that Phantom thought himself as a completely good person. He knows that he is far from a saint, he just didn't see the point of killing people at the drop of a hat.
Anyway, with nothing to do he decided to think back on the weird situation he was in. He had finally made it to the rank of Sith Acolyte. While that was normally a good thing, what worried him was the fact that he became one years ahead of schedule. That sort of thing is unheard of. While he knew he was one strongest trainees, also one of the few that were still alive, this whole thing sounded suspicious to him. It only got more so when he heard his instructor talked to himself after he was told the news and the old man thought he was out of ear shot.
From the looks of it his new Overseer was pulling a lot of strings to get him here at record speed. That put Phantom on edge seeing how he doubted his new instructor did all of this from the kindness of his heart. It was likely that he had some sort of plan in mind for him. What exactly that plan was the first thing he plans to find out.
The new acolyte was shaken from his thoughts when the shuttle finally landed. He got up, stretched his body, made sure his training saber was in place as he waited for the doors to open. Once he got out the took a look his new environment.
'So this is Koribban, the birth place of the Sith and the manifestation of the Dark Side... It's a lot hotter and brighter than I thought it would be.'
As he took in his surrounds he turned towards his guards and gave them a small nod before leaving them. They bowed in return before getting back on the shuttle. As he entered the hangar he met Overseer Tremel. Phantom quickly took in his new instructor's appearance, dark skinned with black hair, like him, with a couple of wrinkles on his face. Though he couldn't tell if that was due to age or the stress from his position.
Tremel appraised his newest acolyte. The most notable thing about the young man was that he was tall, really tall. He looked to be 6'3 or 6'4. While he had broad shoulders he was a lot slimmer compared to others of height his size, almost to the point of being thin. Thankfully he was a lot stronger than he looked, if the reports from Ziost was anything to go by. There where a few incidents the young man before him beat some of the other students who targeted him to the ground with nothing, but his bare hands.
Phantom Mistilteinn had a similar skin tone and hair color, but his hair was longer and straight. His bangs was just long enough to forehead, stopping just above his eyes, which was a light brown color. He also had a patch of trimmed hair on his chin. He looked to be in his early twenties with a neutral yet serious look on his face. What caught his attention was the look in the young man's eyes.
A look that said, 'If you make an enemy out of me, I will destroy you.'
That was the kind of look the Overseer was hoping to see.
"Greetings Acolyte Phantom," greeted the Overseer. "I'm Overseer Tremel. For decades I've administrated that prove whether or not someone is worthy to join the Sith Order, or die."
"Good to know," Phantom said calmly. "I'm a survivor if nothing else."
"Good. I risked a lot to get you here and I expect you to obey. You face your trials, you serve me, and I will make you the most powerful Acolyte here."
"I like the sound of that." Phantom said with a small grin.
"The trails themselves are difficult enough, but they are hardly the greatest threat you will face. Their is an acolyte named Vemrin. He is your enemy and he will try to kill you."
"I've barely been here for more than three minutes and I already have someone out to get me?" Phantom questioned with curiosity in his voice rather than worry. "Care to explain how that happened."
From there Overseer Tremel explained who Vemrin is, why he put some much effort into bringing Phantom here, and his plans for him. What Phantom got out of the entire explanation was that Tremel was an bigot asshole that only hated Vemrin because he wasn't a pure blood. He was here to make sure that Vemrin didn't become the apprentice to Darth Baras.
Phantom let out a groan inside his head. Honesty, he didn't care about races or bloodlines. If he was going to hate someone, it is going to be because the person was annoying him, trying to kill him, or is just an asshole. He didn't have anything against this Vemrin guy, but the didn't mean he wouldn't do his best end up on top.
"I'll do my best to become Darth Baras apprentice." The young man stated.
"That is what I wanted to hear. That training sword you have brought with you is insufficient. You need a dominating weapon."
"I suppose you have an idea where I can something better?" Phantom was looking forward the chance to upgrade his weaponry. His weapon barely could do any real damage, more often than naught if felt like he was using a fancy club rather than a sword. It didn't help that his fighting style usually caused the damn things to break on him.
"Indeed I do. In the tomb of Ajunta Pall, there is an old armory there. A strong Sith warblade is waiting for you there. The tomb is crawling with looters and Klor slugs, you'll have fight your way through them to get to the armory. Once you obtain the blade get some practice with it before you report back to me in my office."
"Of course," Phantom said with an undertone of sarcasm. He should have known it wouldn't be that easy. "I won't be long Overseer."
"Just make sure you return to me with both the blade and your life. It wouldn't be the first time an acolyte meet their end at the tome."
'Don't jinx me before I even get started!' Phantom yelled in his head before saying, "I'll keep that in mind." With that said the young acolyte made his way to the tomb.
Five Minutes Later
'In hindsight I should have probably asked for directions.'
Phantom has been looking around for the temple for a few minutes now without any luck. He decided to swallow his pride and asked for directions. He took a quick glance around and noticed with appeared to be an another acolyte passing by.
"Hey you," Phantom called out. Once he had the unnamed acolyte's attention he continued. "Do you know where the tomb of Ajunta Pall is?"
"...Yeah, I'm heading there now. You can just follow me if want." The young man said with some caution towards to the tall individual.
"Thanks, I just got to this planet so I still don't know where everything is." Phantom explained as the two walked side by side towards there location. He took a moment to look over his guide. He was human about his age with white skin, green eyes, and blonde hair that was combed back. Another thing about him was that he was somewhat average height, standing at 5'9-5'10.
"Same here. I'm going to the tomb to met some crazy hermit as a trial." The other acolyte explained.
"I have to go get a war blade."
"Lucky." The young man said under his breath.
A thought popped up inside of Phantom's head. "Tell you what, if we happened to find any extra war blades you can have one for yourself."
"Sure," Phantom shrugged. "Think of it as my way of saying thanks for guiding me."
"...I appreciate the gesture. My name is Irel, Irel Elwood."
"The name's Phantom Mistilteinn. Something tells me we're going to get along just fine."