Feroxa sat idly inside the last minute shuttle to Korriban. Her stomach did not roll inside her with nervousness as it did with the other late arrivals; instead, her chest heaved with excitement and anticipation. After years of training, her father had finally prepared her for the Sith Academy. All of the unrelenting hours she had spent as a young girl in dedication to mastering the power of the Dark Side had finally come to a climax, and she could smell the enriching smell of victory in the air already as she envisioned becoming a Sith Warrior by whatever means necessary. She knew her unsurpassable abilities, and she knew nearly everyone she would come in contact with would be a mere weakling compared to her.
As the shuttle docked, the sliding doors sped open, and Feroxa could immediately feel the coarsing heat of the desert on her smooth yet strong skin. She inhaled the dry air with her eyes gently closed, soaking in the power that this world contained within the inner most depths of its tombs. Her strength in the Force was so strong that she could sense such things, even from incredibly far distances. As she walked towards the entrance to the acolyte receiving station, she noticed an old family friend standing diligently, waiting on her arrival.
Many years ago, Feroxa's father was an overseer on Korriban; he molded and manipulated the Sith Acolytes who were worthy of survival into deadly killing machines, and he quickly weeded out those who were under par. During her father's years of service to the Empire on this planet, he made quite an impressive network of friends, one worthy of mention being Overseer Tremel, the over confident man that stood before Feroxa now. It was Overseer Tremel who observed how gifted Feroxa was with the Force while he was visiting her father at her home, and it was he who became determined to see her excel in the ranks of the Sith Academy. There was one slight problem, however. Overseer Tremel had plans for Feroxa to accelerate through the academy at a faster pace than anyone else, and the Dark Council would not take lightly to Feroxa speeding through her trials. Therefore, as a favor to his close friend, Overseer Tremel made sure that Feroxa's arrival was a secret; he was willing to do whatever necessary to bring to Korriban the only person who he believed worthy of opposing his enemy, Darth Baras.
Once Overseer Tremel greeted his new pupil, he began to discuss guidelines with her, and spoke of how challenging it would be to overcome the trials of the Sith. However, Feroxa did not care how difficult they may be; all she cared about was becoming Sith, and she was willing to do so at any cost. Feroxa soon found herself lost in her many thoughts as they began to merge together, but was soon awoken from her daydreams when Overseer Tremel began to speak of her opposition. "The trials themself are difficult enough, but they are not the greatest trial you face." noted Tremmel, "An accolyte here named Vemrin is your enemy, and he will try to kill you".
"Let him try!" Feroxa roared, "I'll destroy him!"
Later that night, Feroxa lied in her bunk recklessly tossing and turning as she tried to sleep. However, as they frequently did, her thoughts clouded her need for sleep. She could not stop thinking about her afternoon adventure into the tomb of Ajunta Pall, where she mindlessly bashed crawl slugs until she happened upon the chamber she had been searching for. She walked the long corridor to the end of the chamber to find the fine weapon Overseer Tremmel commissioned her retrieve. She remembered how glorious it was to finally hold a weapon of such caliber and strength, and she recalled herself basking in the limelight as she confidently strolled into the Academy's main hall, which was filled with the seering eyes of many sith Lords and Darths who were taken by surprise at her surmounting success.
Many days went by as Feroxa excelled in her training. She was catching the eye of literally everyone of importance in the Academy, and was gaining quite a reputation of power and strength, two very important aspects of the Sith Warrior. As she arrived in the training area one day, Feroxa was encountered by a very unanticipated surprise. She walked around the corner only to notice two very calm and concentrated male acolytes who appeared as if they were patiently waiting for someone. Unafraid of the outcome, Feroxa turned the corner and sauntered towards the training room.
"Hey there, acolyte, hold on a moment and let me look at you," spoke one of the waiting acolytes. Feroxa could not help but smirk as the Force informed her that she was speaking to her nemesis, Vemrin, and his little lap dog. "So you're Overseer Tremel's secret weapon? You are impressive, but the old man has waited too long to make his move. I'm Vemrin, and I have fought and bled for everything I have, unlike you. So I demand respect." he said again.
"You don't want to make me angry, Vemrin," Feroxa added with a hateful glare.
"Believe it or not. I am trying to keep you from getting killed," stated Vemrin, "If you had come a year ago, when I first arrived, you might have had a chance, but not now".
Feroxa had become very angry at Vemrin's consistent lashes towards her, and she decided to end the conversation where it stood. "I will take everything that belongs to you, and then I will kill you".
"You have no idea the enemy you're making" said Vemrin.
With that last insult Vemrin stomped off, leaving his oversized lap dog to warn Feroxa not to come after Vemrin. She was not afraid, though. She refused to let an idiot with no more strength than a fighting toddler in a sandbox fight eat at her mind. She had more important things to think about, such as becoming Sith.
Weeks passed before Feroxa's next encounter with her enemies. She was returning to Overseer Tremmel after successfully slaying the beast inside Marko Rangus's tomb when she was cut off by Vemrin's lackey. This will be fun, Feroxa thought as she approached the overly heavy man.
"Well. Look Who's here. Remember me?" he hissed with a snarl.
" You need to move out of my way," Feroxa strongly replied.
"Notice anything interesting?" asked the man, "No witnesses. No witnesses means no rules No more shortcuts and special treatments. You are just going to be another dead failure on Korriban." Feroxa became angered by this large idiot's insults, and launched an attack upon him. She ripped through him like paper, not stopping, not even to listen to him plea for his life. As he fell to his death, Feroxa became thrilled with passion and rage, and she lightly scoffed at the man for thinking he could defeat her.
Upon arrival to Tremel's office, Tremel informed Feroxa that they had been found out, and that Darth Baras requested an audience with her. She did not fear what lie ahead, only anticipated. It was finally her time to shine and show a Darth what she was capable of. Unfortunately, the Darth was not very impressed with Feroxa at first, and it enraged her. I can't believe that oaf had the nerve to call me young, undiciplined, and foolish. I will show him what I am capable of.However, she did not back down from her rigid stature, thus intriguing Darth Baras greatly.
"You are reliable. But your understanding of the Sith Code is devastating," Baras said with disdain, "I am your master now. Tremel was becoming lax before you ever arrived. His unwillingness to adapt has become a liability. These are the actions of a traitor. Traitors are to be executed. I grant you immunity from punishment if you kill Tremel and bring back his hand as proof."
"Of course, master." replied Feroxa swiftly. The thought of one killing their father's good friend and colleague would probably trouble a normal person, but not Feroxa. Yes, her father trained her well and taught her how to survive on Korriban, but he was a terrible father. Scenes of the past flashed before Feroxa's mind like many film strips combining into one horrific holograph of pain and suffering. Her mind traveled back to when she was a young girl, only six. Her and her mother were out shopping in the market on their home planet of Dromund Kaas, and had returned home early due to a surprise of bad weather. Feroxa was happy to be alive, and loved her mother and father dearly, but this was about to change the moment she walked through her front door. From her parents' bedroom she heard the screams of her mother who scurried inside far ahead of her.
"Get out! Get out, you tramp! I will not live with your deceit any longer! You are fired!I never want to see your face here again!" This statement made Feroxa sigh with a deep feeling of fear as she witnessed the family's Twi'lek slave run out from her parents' bedroom, only covered by a crimson sheet. "You too, Eldin! I cannot even look at you! You said you were done with her, yet here we stand!"
Suddenly, Feroxa felt tears streaming down her face. She was young, but she was old enough to realize what had happened. Her father, the only man in the world she looked up to, the man she thought was perfect in every way, shape, and form, had just emotionally destroyed her mother. She couldn't help but wonder how long this emotional destruction had been going on behind her back, and if maybe it was all her fault. With each strike her mother received, Feroxa could hear her mother's wails and cries. Why father, Why? Why would you do this to mother?Her sobs had resulted in waterfalls flowing from her eyes.
Feroxa's painful memory had left her so distracted that she did not notice the extremely large footstool sitting outside of Tremel's office; she let out a minor yelp as she stubbed her toe on the footstool's leg. She cursed under her breath, wiped a single tear from her eye, and regained composure as she marched into Tremel's office.
