A/N: This began as me making NPC characters for a table top D20 game of Starwars I was running. Swtor had been out for almost a year, and I decided to use that timeline because there was so much source material to go off of now. The game went longer and the storyline developed deeper than I ever thought it would. It's to the point now that my friend has pushed me to begin writing it down as short stories, so I'm doing just that.

In my game, the crew of the Loki's Luck had to deal with two unusual Sith at one point. That was the first part of what will now be a triligoy. In the second part, the two have resurfaced again, with a deeper issue driving their actions. THAT is how I got the inspiration to write a series of back stories on how they met.

I tagged the characters involved as Sith I. and Sith W. because these two were originally the two characters me and my husband created on SWTOR. We ran them all the way through the original game and now through the Makeb expansion. However, in my story they had graduated from the Sith Academy while it was still on Drommund Kaas and even participated in the last few battles of the war at very young ages.

I suppose I'm doing this as a way to archive my story as I put it up piece by piece. Hope you still find it an entertaining read. Looking for a beta currently. I know my writing is pretty sub par.


Oculi vestri mentiar tibi

The normally noisy and active jungles of Drommund Kaas were silent as he moved along the path. The canopy filtered any light, leaving the ground level shadowed even during mid day.

The winding dirt road had been cleared by slaves and frequently patrolled by wildlife containment squads. It led through the dense canopy towards the ruins of the mighty and foreboding Dark Temple.

On the outskirts of the Temple complex were hundreds of tombs of powerful Sith lords of past glory. Nothing to rival Korriban, but ominous markers of history regardless. Soon new force sensitives would take their training on the reclaimed world, as the academy was scheduled for relocation when construction was finished. Until that day, they would continue to train here.

He held no illusions. His training would be finished here, and he would likely never set foot on Korriban. It was only a matter of time before all of his rivals would fall by his blade and Darth Anguis would take him as an apprentice. It was only right. He was a pure blood, born to lead the Empire and those of lesser birth. He was well schooled in history and prepared to maneuver the tombs to finish this task. If anyone or anything opposed him, they would meet their bloody end.

The Hythwynd family had a long, proud history. Its members were arrogant, dangerous and respected. The Sith it produced became great warriors, and the soldiers turned into leaders. Moff Hythwynd currently commanded one of the highest ranked vanguard fleets in the Empire.

As a Hythwynd, Aegir had much expected of him. The pure blood intended to exceed those expectations, and then murder the owners.

Lighting threaded the skies, and the first of the tomb spires were now visible down the path. This was it, and any acolyte he encountered was fair game.

The tomb had all the markers of being visited recently. There were glow lamps, cases of archeological supplies, abandoned weapons. A scream echoed from somewhere inside the gaping maw of the entrance.

Confidence and power flowed through his veins. He hefted his saber from its resting spot upon his back. The crimson arm band marking him as one of Anguis's acolytes stood a stark contrast from the gray shadow silk trappings he'd been sent there with. Someone was going to die in there, and he would revel in the bloodshed.

The thought of time in the tunnels failed to faze him even slightly. Acolytes could spend days, and even weeks out here until their appointed task was completed. Some came from powerful families and would try to bring themselves every advantage possible. He would not dishonor himself in such a fashion.

Day two in the jungle had him looking for the easier way into the tombs, avoiding the traps laid for lesser explorers. Great Sith built these tombs and they were no fools. His patience and insight would pay off, as he discovered a blocked passage. While working the stone puzzle, he noticed patterns in the soil at his feet. The indentations indicated someone had been there recently. A closer inspection of the stones revealed discoloration. The ancient stones, which had not been handled for centuries, had been used of late. One other acolyte within the structure possibly had the wisdom to survive. Noted.

Venturing into the tomb through this entrance had Aegir realizing very quickly that this was the safest and easiest path for use. The way lay above the intricate and sinister carvings and statues of Dark Lords past. It also bypassed the myriad of traps meant to ensnare any grave robbers or defilers. He felt a sense of elation at the success.

He crept along the passage at a slow but steady pace, cautious of making noise. Cob webs and dust assaulted his face, but the pure blood pushed forward. Subtle shifts in the webs and slight draft had him pausing, before he realized he was standing at a two way intersection. Which path was correct, was unclear.

Deeming the chance acceptable, Aegir used the small chem light in his belt. The foot prints weren't hard to find in the thick layers of dust. Left it is then.

Eventually a traces of light would begin dancing across the walls, and he knew it was time to put the light away. As he had suspected earlier, the path lead on a primitive stone cat walk that criss crossed above a wide, open, man made cavern. This path was made for those possessing intelligence and cunning. Voice floated up from below, imperial accents discussing the loss of a comrade to the traps hidden among the tombs.

Calling every ounce of caution and stealth the pure blood was capable of, he slowly moved towards the edge. Chancing a glance, he was afforded a view of the scene below him.

Several acolytes were on the verge of an argument. He had only just began to listen, but Aegir quickly picked up on the focal point. These were acolytes from affluent, wealthy families. They had agreed to ally with each other temporarily and pool resources to make it out alive. This included having soldiers leave them supplies hidden in the jungle. According to the one currently speaking, the ration packs, water, and respirators were missing. Technically this was cheating but one would have to be caught for that rule to apply.

Personally he viewed them all as weaklings and committed the face of each to memory. Their deaths would be quick and insignificant.

Movement, barely discernible in the faint light, caught his attention. It had been slight, and Aegir had resisted jerking his head towards it.

When he did manage to focus on it, what he saw was both ironic and humorous.

A skinny, rag draped and slave marked slip of an acolyte was sitting on a separate portion of the catwalk, silently eating what Aegir strongly suspected was the missing ration packs. He didn't recognize the person immediately and could only recall brief glimpses of him at the academy. He was a disgrace to the Sith traditions. Slaves did not rise above their station. Often in the mess hall he would be blocked from receiving meals, and barred from sleeping in the dormitories. Completely by other acolytes of course. Yet here he was, reaping the spoils of out maneuvering individuals with exceedingly more envious pedigrees.

The pureblood barely contained his snicker.

The disagreement below had bloomed into a outright argument promising to end in violence. His eyes darted back down to watch the idiots kill each other.

When he was disappointed, he searched for the slave acolyte once more, but without success. Seemed the wretch smart enough to keep moving as well.

Aegir knew this would not be the last time he encountered the scrawny, pitiful excuse for an acolyte.