Hello! Welcome to my first Galactic Legacy story or the Hallcaster legacy. This is the story of my Sith inquisitor - Nolianna Hallcaster-Kallig. I have no clue how frequently this'll be updated since I'm very busy. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1 - Arrival on Korriban

Nolianna remembered, she remembered well. She could still hear the last scream that was ripped from her mother's lungs, the shouts of her aunt as she fought of a dozen assassins at once, she remembered her twin sisters sobs as they hid behind the crates, she remembered being dragged out and beat within an inch of her life, she remembered the feeling of warm, sticky crimson blood on her face. And then the images changed, but Nolianna still remembered. She remembered her days in slavery for a Hutt on Nar Shadaa, she remembered protecting her sick sister, she remembered the cruel overseer and then she remembered it. Her first time in true contact with the Force, she remembered the crackle of the lightning, the feeling of such power at her fingertips and then she remembered fear. Fear of death for killing an overseer, fear for her sister and fear of that strange man who was looking at her with both apprehension and something else in his eyes. She remembered him - Darth Thanaton. She remembered-

Nolianna or Noli (as she was known to her friends) jolted from her sleep as the shuttle that had carried them from Balmorra to the Articus, now ducked into the atmosphere of Korriban. Noli breathed a sigh of relief, running a hand through the loose locks of her ginger hair that had tumbled out of the loose bun and now stuck to her forehead. It had just been a dream, another stupid memory-dream.

Taking care to level her breathing to calm her stuttering heart, the human girl looked around herself. She was on a shuttle with 6 other acolytes, all of them hoping to become Sith and humming with the Force. Noli took her time studying all of them: 5 of them were human just like her while the last one was a of the Sith race - red skin with ridges, burning crimson eyes and that contemptuous smirk. Yup, definitely a Sith and one that seemed to have a grudge against her for one reason or another. If she remembered correctly he'd been introduced to them all as Ffon Althe. Why'd he hate her already? Noli couldn't quite remember doing anything to anger him, not yet at least. Well, Ffon seemed to remember as he was currently looked at her with barely suppressed anger and his spot right opposite her was as good position as any to do that from. How lovely, he'd definitely making an utterly charming friend. As if sensing that she was thinking about him, Ffon upped the glare a few degrees to which Noli responded by giving him a little wave of her hand. It wasn't like he could kill her for being polite, could he?

The girl sitting next to Noli had fair skin, ruddy cheeks that were decorated with countless freckles, short hair that was a few shades darker red than Noli's own and worried blue-green eyes. Her name was Kory and she was from a small backwater in Imperial space. Unlike Noli and the others (with the obvious exception of Ffon) Kory wasn't exactly a former slave, she came from a very low-class family and was therefore more or less regarded as a slave even though she had been allowed to do some basic acolyte training due to her Force-sensitivity. Noli had only known the girl for three days which they'd spent cooped up aboard the Articus and playing games to get to know each other while they waited for his excellency Ffon Althe to arrive, but Noli liked the girl. She was nothing like the others: she was sweet, even tempered, soft spoken, patient and, well, nothing like a Sith should be. Somehow that last part worried Noli, she liked Kory well enough and a sort of budding friendship had started growing between them so she was concerned about her fate. Kory, who was sitting on one side of Noli, raised an eyebrow, a ghost of a smile on her lips, nudging the former slave gently with her elbow. Noli shook her head with that same wisp of a smile, indicating that it was nothing to which Kory gave her a shaky thumbs up. Yes, Noli liked Kory well enough, probably the best out of all those acolytes.

After Kory sat two boys, twins unless Noli was mistaken: Balek and Wydr. Those two were definitely more of the strong silent types. They had barely spoken a few words to any of the others, so all Noli knew was that they were twins and that they hailed from the toxic world as Quesh where they' been born as slaves. The two men seemed to always have sulking expressions on their faces, their extremely pale skin slack and their brown eyes lacking a spark. Both boys were nearly identical, save for the way they parted their dark brown hair, their facial hair (Balek had a droopy moustache while Wydr had a goatee) and and the scars they bore on their face: Balek had two scars - one that ran from above his eye down and the other that ran from the left of his eye to the right while Wydr had two small scars either side of his full pale lips. Noli suppressed a grimace - both of those looked extremely painful, but it wasn't as if her own slave brand hadn't hurt when it had been burned on her skin. The young woman raised a hand to her left cheek and ran a hand across the slave brand that lay there, under her left eye. She may not have been a slave for a while now, but the mark would always be there - burned into her skin. Turning her attention beck to Balek and Wydr, Noli noticed that the two were conversing in low tones, gesturing in the direction of Ffon's warblade. Noli sighed inwardly: they were digging their own graves by even looking at it, but given their fascination with weapons Noli supposed it couldn't be helped.

To one side of Ffon (much to the pureblood's chagrin and to Noli and Kory's amusement) sat a rather well built former slave and acolyte - Gerr. He was a muscular young man with tanned skin, a scar on the right side of his face that seemed to have been caused by flames, jet black hair which he funnily enough styled just like Balek did (which had led to Balek talking the most they'd ever heard as he and Gerr fought over who looked better with that hairstyle) and wide brown eyes. Gerr was competitive and ambitious to say the least, but when he wasn't vowing to chop them all to pieces and dance on their corpses, he was a pleasant conversationalist. Gerr was a slave that had been dragged from Dromund Kaas oddly enough, where he'd been helping an archaeologist with carrying around his findings and exploring the ruins with him as a bodyguard. Gerr was also a surprisingly good storyteller and knew quite a bit of history, enough to rival Noli who was enthralled by it. Currently, Gerr was doing his best not to squish Ffon and failing at that, but succeeding in making Noli feel amused. Noli carefully nudged Kory and gestured towards Gerr, causing her to stop panicking for a moment and to hide a small smile behind her hand as she too found the situation amusing. Judging from the death glare he bestowed upon them, Ffon evidently did not.

To the other side of Ffon sat the last acolyte, also human. This one Noli knew quite well since they had both been doing some basic Sith training on Balmorra before being dragged of to the Articus. His name was Niloc and he was a former slave from the world of Bimmiel. Niloc had dark skin, his light brown hair was shaved into three stripes on his head and his brown eyes shone with determination. Noli barley resisted the urge to facepalm. Niloc was a very temperamental acolyte to say the least: he was determined, stubborn, but very prone to uncontrollable fits of rage and got upset at the smallest things. Niloc had proven to Noli that there were different forms of anger and she was fairly certain his anger was not the one the Sith were looking for, but, hey, who was she to judge? Also Niloc and Noli had never really gotten along so it seemed that Ffon might very well have a puppet to manipulate into ridding himself of her. Niloc, who'd noticed Noli's eyes on him, turned his nose up at her and gave her a look as if she was beneath him. This time Noli really did facepalm: Niloc was a damn idiot. The pilot's voice over the intercom broke Noli out of her musings:

-Alright, acolytes, we have been cleared to land and your overseer is meeting you. Do your best to not get killed as soon as you step foot on our sacred land please - it's a bother to have to clean all of your insides up from the landing pad. You have all been briefed on the rules of the Academy so don't even try to break them or you will be killed. Listen to your betters: that's the key to long life. For now hold on and do your best not to throw up, I will personally shoot anyone that does. We are landing.

Just as the pilot said that the previously shut viewports slid open, giving the acolytes their first look at the sacred land of the Sith and the homeworld of the Sith race: Korriban. Everyone, including the overblown ballon known as Ffon Althe, craned their heads to look out of the viewports. Noli's breath caught in her throat: Korriban was beautiful, marred by the scars of the past and a living death trap, but beautiful all the same. Quietly, she whispered:

-It's gorgeous...

Kory cast her a surprised look and whispered back:

-You think so? Looks kinda like a death trap to me. I mean did you see those k'lor' slugs? Brr.

-Oh, it's a death trap, alright, but that doesn't mean it's not dangerously beautiful.I mean look at those statues. Your father's an architect, right? They're a work of a art.

A small smile flickered across Kory's lips:

-That they are. Dad would have loved to come here.

-Maybe when you're a great big bad Sith Lord you can bring him.

Kory's worried look returned, but she forced a small smile:

-I think we'd both like that, but if I became a Sith Lord...what would happen to the others?

Both Noli and Kory knew the true answer to that, but neither of them wanted to voice the truth. In a darkened mood now both girls turned back around and sat back properly. Noli shrugged her shoulders and joked in a hushed voice:

-Hm, well, I don't know about the boys, but you and I will be living it up like queens! Ffon will beg to be our apprentice and we'll make him do such menial tasks together. We'll be the coolest Sith ladies around!

Kory could barley stifle a giggle at Noli's words, earning herself some dirty looks from the other acolytes and a withering death glare from Ffon. Face flushing with embarrassment, she lightly punched Noli in the arm:

-Hey, don't make me laugh! We could very well be heading to our deaths here! We're supposed to be evil Sith.

Noli raised a dark eyebrow at her:

-Really, Kory? Do you want to have a complexion like Ffon's this early into the game?,-Noli cast a glance at Ffon and raised her voice to a normal volume,-Not that I don't like your complexion, Ffon: It's absolutely gorgeous.

Ffon growled at her words, almost spitting out his reply, the words dripping with contempt:

-Shut your filthy mouth, slave! You don't deserve to breathe the same air as me!

Noli ignored Kory's warning glance and merely smiled at the pureblood, refusing to let herself be bullied before she'd even stepped foot on Korriban:

-You're so right, Ffon! Why didn't I think of that before?! Next time we're both on a shuttle I'll get you an oxygen tank and a gas mask! That way we won't have to suffer anymore and you can have your very own air! How does that sound?

Ffon snarled at the ginger-haired young woman:

-You shall die by my blade!

Noli shook her head, making "tsk" sounds with her tongue:

-Tsk, tsk, Ffon. That was bad even by my standards. How long have you been practicing that line? It sounds a little forced, work on loosening the words a little more. You'll never be a good holonet performer that way, but don't worry practice makes perfect - I support your dream a hundred percent! Don't fret, this Sith thing is just a mistake, I'm sure we can clear up this misunderstanding and help you continue to pursue your true dream very soon!

Noli heard a few badly suppressed snorts around the shuttle, her words even making the stoic twins crack a grin before hastily hiding it. Ffon, on the other hand, looked absolutely livid, however the shuttle restraints held him back. Noli could feel his anger and frustration pulsating through the air. She widened her deep blue eyes, making an innocent face:

-Now, now, Ffon, don't make such a face. It could get stuck, you know. Though I doubt it'd make much difference.

Ffon looked like he wanted to rip her apart, but because of the gap between the two rows of seats he couldn't. Somehow using the Force never entered his mind, Noli, however, sat at the ready. She knew she was more or less digging her own grave by saying what she wanted and making a joke out of Ffon, but she was tired of being bullied. Heck, she was going to be Sith - there was no way she'd let people walk all over her and scare her that easily. Now some Sith might accomplish that by stabbing one repeatedly and intimidating the person, but since Noli knew she couldn't defeat Ffon in combat just yet and since they were on academy ground (well, nearly) she preferred to execute him with humour. Before either Ffon or Noli could continue the shuttle gave a small shudder as it touched down. A shiver ran through the former slaves: they had landed, this was the first step. The pilot's voice sounded:

-Okay, you lot, we've landed. I'll be unlocking the seats two at a time. No one kills anyone on my ship. Overseer Harmon is waiting for you so no dragging your feet. If any of you puked or defiled my shuttle in any way - I will shoot you. Okay, first pair, get out of my shuttle!

The restraints holding the twins unlocked and, grabbing their practice blades, they left silently through the now unlocked door. The next pair to leave were Kory and Gerr, the former of which shot Noli a panicked look to which the other young woman replied with a thumbs up and a slightly forced smile. Now, only Noli, Niloc and Ffon were left - a deadly combination. Ffon hissed:

-I will make you wish you were dead ten times over before I've finished my trials.

Noli gave Ffon an ice cold look, her earlier humour gone without a trace:

-I'd like to see you try. You don't know me, Ffon, and you shouldn't play with what you don't know. You know how the old story about the apprentice goes: "he played with the shadow thinking it a sea-mouse, but then the shadow turned around and he saw it was a terantarek."

Niloc suddenly blurted out:

-That's just a kid's story, Nolianna. You're crazy to believe in it.

A dark smile curled up on Noli's lips:

-It's not a story - it's a legend, Niloc. And there's always a bit of truth in legends.

An chill ran up Niloc's spine at the sound of Noli's voice and the weight of her oddly dangerous gaze. When his seat unlocked, he scrambled for his blade and practically sprinted out of the shuttle. The pilot cursed over the intercom:

-Kriff! Seems like there's a glitch with two seats. You two, stay seated and don't touch anything!

Noli and Ffon essentially ignored the pilot, glaring at each other. Ffon leaned forward slightly and hissed:

-I will end you, slowly and painfully.

Noli gave a dark chuckle, leaning back in her seat and surveying Ffon with almost a pitying look:

-Be careful who you challenge, Ffon. Don't bite off more than you can chew.

-You should watch your mouth, slave. It could get you killed, well, it will get you killed.

-How nice of you to care, Ffon.

-Don't insult me. I will kill you.

-I heard you the first time.

Noli remarked dryly, shaking her head. Ffon had evidently never been taught not to play with fire as a child. Yes, she didn't look like much - her body was scrawny and she wasn't that tall, but she could wield the Force with incredible power. It was an extension of her being almost. Of course, no one ever told her that, but that was just how Noli liked it - she loved seeing the stunned look on their faces when she displayed her power. Yes, Ffon was more powerful than her at the moment, but that was only because he knew more. Noli would catch up, she had set her mind on surpassing the pureblood and so she would do so. The pilot finally came in and started fiddling with Noli's seat first. With a few presses of a combination of buttons it unlocked and Noli was free to go. Nodding her gratitude, Noli retrieved her blade from under her seat and shooting Ffon a final glare left the shuttle, strapping her blade to her back.

As soon as Noli stepped onto the metal plates of the landing pad, sprinkled with the red sand of Korriban she looked around in wonder. It was one thing to see everything out of a viewport, but to stand among these impressive relics was another. She couldn't help dawdling for a few seconds to take in the sights, not caring how she looked or what the overseer thought. She felt the dark side power pulsating all around her. She was so absorbed in it's pull that she didn't even notice her mouth was open til Ffon roughly brushed past her and headed towards the overseer. Noli cursed inwardly and ran after Ffon. Ffon approached the overseer and exchanged a nod before brushing past him to and heading off somewhere. Noli narrowed her eyes at that, that was weird- wasn't this Harkun supposed to give them the instructions? Noli didn't have long to wonder as the overseer's voice roughly pulled her back to reality:

-Ah, the last one arrive is finally here. I hope you don't think you're special.

The tone was mocking and evidently hostile, making Noli go on alert instantly. She had hear stories of the overseers cruelty and it seemed she might have just ticked off one. How though? She'd just arrived. Overseer Harkun was a man of average height, muscular but not overly, his skin was tanned and his hair was of a reddish-brown colour including the goatee he sported. Harkun had blue eyes, his face was marred by dark side corruption, but the tattoo around his eye drew attention away from that. Harkun droned on, mocking Noli further while she just regarded him coldly:

-It would be a shame if freedom went to your head, or if you somehow got the idea that you didn't need to pass your trials to become Sith.

He looked at Noli mockingly, daring her to say something back. His hand resting next to his lightsaber. Noli narrowed her deep blue eyes at him, but kept her mouth shut. This guy wasn't like Ffon and she didn't know him yet, so it was best to asses the situation first before saying anything stupid. Raising an eyebrow at Noli's lack of a reaction, Harkun turned to the whole group of former slaves:

-Lord Zash has tasked me with sorting through you refuse to find one worthy of being her apprentice, an I intend to do just that.

Noli couldn't resist, his tone was seriously starting to irritate her:

-Please don't get all sentimental on us, we've only just met.

-Watch your mouth, slave. Now, the rest of you gutter trash already know you trial. Get going while I bring our latecomer up to speed.

He spat out the order with such venom that all the men hurried to get out of the room, however, Kory lingered behind. She took a careful step towards Noli and whispered:

-Watch your back, friend. And don't worry. It'll be alright he can't kill us all.

Noli smiled slightly:

-I attack from the front and you attack from the back?

Kory gave a shaky chuckle:

-Seems like you've got your bases covered. Good luck.

With a small wave, Kory left the room. Her shoulders squared and her posture stiff. She was afraid. Noli wished her luck, she hoped Kory would be able to make it through whatever trial she'd been given. She wanted to see Kory again. Harkun turned to Noli and in a bored tone began explaining:

-Now, slave, for your trial: There's a hermit named Spindrall who lives in the tomb of Ajunta Pall in the Valley of the Dark Lords. Spindrall's a lunatic, but Lord Zash sees him as some kind of prophet. Once you find him, he will test you.

Well, this was sounding like a lovely expedition. The tomb of Ajunta Pall was one of the deadliest tombs on Korriban form what Noli had heard. Sending anyone in there was very risky and Harkun obviously wanted her to go into it's heart to find Spindrall. So he really had it out for her? Why? She didn't think she had pissed him off enough just yet. Well, it had always been just a matter of time. Noli had been told she had a special talent for that. Noli sighed and nodded, responding sweetly:

-Fine. I will go seek the insane hermit in the incredibly dangerous tomb and take his little test.

Harkun clenched his jaw, but seemed to restrain himself for the moment. He growled in a low, malicious tone:

-But there-you know your task. Spindrall lives in the tomb of Ajunta Pall in the valley of the dark lords. Don't keep Spindrall waiting, slave.

Noli rolled her eyes and left the room. Well, it appeared her stay on Korriban would be an interesting one indeed, if her arrival was anything to go by. She'd already met such amazing people and pissed them off as well! Within a few minutes of meeting! This was a new record. All jokes aside, Noli was determined to become Sith and she wouldn't let Harkun or Ffon stop her. She would be Sith and she would get the answers to the questions she wanted. A hard look of determination shone bright in Nolianna's eyes. She would not fail and for that she had to pass Spindrall's trial. A small, cocky grin curled up on Noli's lips:

-Ancient, deadly tomb, ready or not, here I come.