So quick question. Would you all enjoy seeing this Menma in another crossover? Like a continuation crossover I initially did with my first fanfic. Just a stray idea that popped into my head a few days ago while I was working.
If yes I'm mildly open to suggestions, though I will inform you all now if I don't know something well enough to make the crossover, or I don't feel confidant in my knowledge of such, I won't do it.
Why do you think I stopped with the Highschool DXD? I know fuck all about that Anime/manga, mostly because it's Ecchi trash, I like T 'n' A as much, if not more, than the next person. But shit is excessive when the opening flashes tits at you in the first few seconds like it's so desperate for viewers it'll suck your dick if you don't watch. That and it's just softcore hentai, if I want hentai I'll watch hentai.
I ranted, didn't mean to but there are a few things that bother me.
Side-note, Midichlorians have no fucking place in any Star Wars fic, so don't expect it in mine. The Force is just mysterious as fuck, that's how it'll damn well stay.
Start
Menma was idly listening to the instructions of his Holocron as he slowly flowed through various kata, his mind was elsewhere though, for some reason he could not get this foreboding feeling out his system, he was unaware exactly what was going to happen, the Force had almost guaranteed he would be unharmed, it was just something he would detest.
Menma was less than enthused when the entity told him as such.
That's something he found out, it's alive. Like actually alive the bloody thing had a conscious state, it could not speak so much as it could commune with him on a much deeper and profound level, he couldn't explain it, but it became...Apart of him, like ones heart in their chest. He could not separate himself from it, nor could it leave him.
Not that it wanted to, apparently he was just what it was waiting for. It wanted nothing more than to live through on entity, apparently that new vessel was Menma, the Force wanted to touch, taste and feel all that it could not previously. The Jedi were too weak to use this power for anything other than ridding the galaxy of all they feared, the Sith basically.
All of the other Sith were too arrogant to use it in any meaningful manner aside from gaining their own power. Which would eventually stagnate and grow stale, something the Force had no desire to be apart of, so it attached itself to Menma and watch him grow as a person, not as a Sith or a Jedi. It wanted to observe a full life from a mortal perspective.
This was not to say the Force would be impossible for others to wield, on the contrary it would be more accessible in the next few generations at it had a more grounded connection and would eventually spread across the galaxy to help all attain some form of greater existence.
Menma cared little for the Forces goals as he only saw the entity as his companion, he cared little for why it was with him only that it was in fact with him.
LIke a second Khem really.
Speaking of the creature it was currently devouring some large lump of meat, Menma didn't know what it once was but Khem was content enough to devour it's flesh.
Menma had been truly blessed when the Force decided to bind to him, as he could now see into them minds of others and freely take information from their heads, he'd managed to get ahold of one Imperial Intelligence officer and suck him dry of all programing knowledge, by doing so Menma had been able to create his leech, though he'd managed to expand it so whenever it came into contact with an account it would take 0.01% of their total and place it into his own account.
The search rapidly expanded to almost half of Dromund Kaas, he was already quite wealthy and no one would miss such minuscule amounts of money. He could set a separate virus to rip all the credits from someone's account along with his simple leech but he wasn't that desperate as of yet.
Menma ceased his kata and turned off his weapons, he sat down on the couch, happy to only be in a black t-shirt and sweatpants the new master of the Black Talon was happy he could relax, even if he could not go off planet did not mean he could not get little pleasures where he desired, in this case he purchased a penthouse in Kass City, it was only just big enough to fit his group, though thankfully Phyne's squad still desired to spread their wings and by doing so encouraged Mjorin's squad to do the same.
The only time the Acolytes returned to Menma's side was at night after a long day in the jungles of Dromund Kass, doing as they pleased, Mjorin took to the Artifice profession and Synthweaving so he could prepare armour for the group, by his doing so he unintentionally got Nashada into creating sabers, whilst it also fell under the Artifice profession the Pureblood woman had a knack for the creation of the lightsaber.
By doing so she'd managed to provide components and tutelage for those without lightsabers, Menma was pleasantly surprised to see her doing so, she'd began to breed trust and faith amongst the group, it was somewhat refreshing to feel, the outside Sith Lords and Darths reeked of hatred and paranoia, especially his own master.
Did the man really think he was so stealthy? It didn't take the Force to know that Baras wanted to use Menma as a tool to one-up his competition. Whilst he initially had no problem with this, the man seemed a little too set on convincing the other Dark Lords that he was the 'Voice of the Emperor'. Menma cared little for the absent ruler, he'd rather look to the Dark Council as they were actually present in the Empire.
That and the Force had allowed him to glimpse at the Emperor for a few precious seconds before pulling him away to avoid detection.
The man was fucking insane.
And that was putting it lightly, the man had more crazy packed into his body than all of the Dromund System put together. He wanted to eradicate all life in the Galaxy so none could oppose him, the flaw of course being he'd be the Emperor of nothing, he'd live a hollow and empty existence, more so than the fool already did.
He was powerful no doubt, but power only did so much, one needed the strength to use power. Power for powers sake was pointless without control and strength.
"Bloody idiots...The Kaggath was today right, Khem?" Asked Menma absently, it was still quite early in the morning, but he'd awoken early and Khem needed little sleep before he was refreshed and ready to begin ripping people to shreds again.
"It is as you say, Master. Today is the day you fight the little sith in ritual combat. It should be an entertaining distraction if nothing else." Spoke the Dashade calmly, delightfully guzzling down some beverage, Menma cared little to remember it's name.
"Wonderful. Now I hate to disappoint you but the chances of you eating her are quite slim, I don't want you to go into this with high hopes of devouring her until after I wreck that pussy." Informed Menma, getting a grunt from his companion who merely nodded afterwards, whilst it was a slight letdown it appeared his master cared more for dominating in every way possible than a singular manner like his previous master, this would take some getting used to no doubt.
"I wonder if she's a sub or a dom? Then again it's not like it'll matter because I am certainly no sub...Ugh the things women do to a man when they're in control of sex...That was a scarring I did no need Anko." He idly called into the air next to him, Khem would raise a brow if he had one but chose not to comment.
"Who does that to a straight man? Why did I walk in without knocking? So many questions, no answers." Menma clicked his tongue, "My struggle is so real, Khem. Acknowledge my struggle!" Came the dramatic wailings of the Feral Sith as he swooned back and landed on the couch with a grunt.
"Are you quite done, Master?' Asked the Dashade, blandly. It appeared that each day was an adventure with his new master. This would also take getting used to.
"Probably not." Admitted the Sith with a wave of his hand.
Menma's communicator took this moment to begin beeping, saving Khem Val from more of his master's strange antics.
Menma answered as the form of Baras appeared, "Ah, good you are awake. The Kaggath officially begins in one hour, I would suggest making your way to the arena soon. Being late shows you are hesitant and weak." With his piece said, Baras vanished.
"Thin ice, fat man. Thin fucking ice." Were the drawled words that left Menma's lips a frown marring his face. "Him you can eat when we get around to killing him." Khem almost glittered with joy before Menma left the room to get dressed and rouse the troops as it were.
It was amusing to see his deadly and dangerous force of Acolytes sprawled out in their beds, it was less than amusing to see Nashada and Phyne apparently slept in their underwear, 'It's like their tryingto get me to ravage them for hours on end...Are they trying to do that? I should get around to that at a later date, if anything I can offer it as incentive to get stronger.' He was not humble when it came to sex, he was well aware what he could do to the fairer sex, seduction training did have longstanding effects.
Only a shame it never gave most men on his planet a spine when it came to an angry woman, honestly the pathetic state an angry woman could put most of his species in was fucking pathetic.
Women were usually too pretty for him to really take seriously, sure he could fight a woman seriously but outside of combat he couldn't care how angry they were, angry sex was great. Then again men weren't exactly scary either, some just held the serious façade better.
One comment about a woman's age, weight or skill seemed to just set them off, it was possibly the strangest phenomenon.
What was he thinking about again?
Oh right, almost-naked-Acolytes, he wanted to ravage them, but now wasn't the time.
"WAKE UP, TIME TO SEIZE THE DAY BOYS AND GIRLS!" He bellowed as he walked through the penthouse, many of them fell out of their comfortable beds and onto the floor in shock, this was quite amusing. The ever-unruffled Mjorin seemed to already be dressed and was reading something as Menma walked past the room. "Mornin Mjor." Greeted Menma was he entered his own room.
"And to you, Master." Replied Mjorin.
Later
Out of his rest-wear Menma stood in his armour, though he'd changed it up a little bit, he wore a flat chest plate that had red faux ribs upon it, his cloak rested on Nashada's lap as she and his Acolytes were currently off to the side, his gauntlets were heavier than before, now sporting thick barbed talons on each knuckle, clawed fingers and a short blade at the elbows they also followed the new red trim style with similar ribbed ridges coming up from each side of the gauntlet.
His leggins had blade rising from his knee-guards along with the toes of his boots, his leg armour had a cortosis lining, cortosis was one of the few metals that could deflect saber blows without being torn apart, much like Mandolorian Iron in fact, upon contact with a saber it would cause the weapon to short out momentarily, repeated strikes would cut through eventually but it would be a foolish endeavor.
Why did he only have it on his legs? Well because it was expensive as fuck. And he could still kill someone with only his legs a great deal easier than he could without.
He'd removed the shoulder guards revealing pale tattooed flesh, foolish? Perhaps, but he demanded comfort in combat and if he kept on his combat-skin he'd do nothing but sweat, his body ran at a higher heat than the humans around him, and was used to living in a much hotter habitat, and thus less clothing.
His legs were also shrouded by a short black sarong, it was tied at his left hip so the cloth draped down to his right knee, the edges had a crimson trimming whilst upon the thigh was a powerful looking crow with shining black talons.
Upon his waist were his three lightsabers, two on his left side whilst one sat on his right. Menma had his hair flowing freely, the black mess of spikes drifting down to his shoulders his scarred face apathetic and cold as he gazed across at his Sith Lord opponent. She stood tall and proud, he would enjoy breaking her of such illusions.
Zash had two apprentices with her, Corrin a sapphire eyed, white haired human woman, said hair was done into a ponytail with a small amount falling near her left eye, she appeared to be roughly 20-22 years of age and wore a standard Warrior's attire, at her hip was a basic Sith lightsaber with a ringed pommel to clip onto her belt.
And then there was Kaal, another human though male with a round tanned face, his dark brown eyes and hair were slightly out of place among such a wide array of Sith, typically pale faced, yellow eyed beings, he wore the same armour as Corrin and had the same type of lightsaber.
The Dark Council were holo-ing in to veiw the proceedings as whilst they were interested, they were not overly invested in something like a Lord's spat.
Darth Marr and Thanaton were there in person however, as they were on Dromund Kass anyway, the armoured giant and the traditionalist inquisitor sat up straight with critial gazes in their eyes, unseen or visible, one could feel their glances.
"Technically we begin in 2 minutes. Are you prepared to be broken, foolish little woman?" Asked the Feral Sith conversationally, idly scuffing his new boots against the ground, he'd never felt such comfort as he did right now, it was truly something to behold.
Zash remained quiet. Though her eyes did narrow slightly.
"Silence, I suppose I can understand such treatment, I mean It was one of mine who slew your pathetic little pet, Harkun must have been devastated to hear about it. Are you aware that I was supposed to be in that group? Indeed I was, such is the way I met Spindrall and was given a prophecy quite the mouthful I must admit, though I suppose Archon of Destruction and Chaos is quite the title don't you think? Not only was I ripped from my planet for some fat slugs entertainment, I was thrown into the vipers nest simply because you desired another pet." Spoke Menma offhandedly as he cast a sideways glance at Corriin and Kaal, though his gaze did linger on the white haired female.
Corrin felt a great presence penetrate her very being, she felt so small beneath it's might, her blood pumped fiercely and her chest pounded thunderously.
Menma's smirk made her look away, shamed that a mere look had done such to her.
"Ah, so you were a slave, no doubt you will taint the Sith with your presence." Spoke Zash callously.
"And yet that is where you sought an apprentice. What does that say of you, Zash?" Shot back the Archon without missing a beat, her scowl made him chuckle darkly, "Feel it all bubbling up inside you? That anger, the hate, the flat out rage? It's nothing compared to mine. Nothing compared to my own power, I typically like to avoid speaking like the higher-teir Sith but for you I'll make an acception." Menma coughed into his fist as the deep thrumming sounded, alerting the combatants that the Kaggath had begun.
"I posses, Unlimited...POWER!" Menma released a storm of golden lightning that tore apart the arena around them, Thanaton and Marr both smirked at once, Thanaton held a great curiosity when it came to this boy, perhaps he should sneak him away from Baras and take him under his own wing? Then again, loathe as he was to admit it, Marr was much more suited to the boys obvious fighting style. If one of them were to take the boy it would no doubt be Marr, though the Inquisitor's fellow Dark Council member had no desire for such at the moment. Marr was after all a busy man.
As the lightning was unleashed Zash had to coat her body in the Force to prevent it from striking her though it did strike the ground next to her, the shockwave was strong enough to send her onto her arse tumbling as she did.
Both of Menma's eyes, had turned a glowing golden colour, sclera, pupil and all. Zash rolled onto her feet and dashed forward at blinding speeds, her saber hissing to life, Menma merely weaved around her and the two had seemingly switched places, placing both hands together Menma quickly formed an O shaped with his hands and then pushed forwards, this released a highly condensed ball of Force energy directly towards Zash, the Sith Lord was struck directly and the resulting explosive strike made her back bend much farther than it was ever supposed to, she skidded across the arena and rolled several times before coming to a halt.
"One flex of power, and one precise strike was all it took to place you upon the ground like a whining pup. You really are a shameful little lordling aren't you." Spoke Menma spitefully, his voice laced with the Force, his arms now crossed behind his back as he stood comfortably.
"Your Apprentice is something else, Baras." Commented Darth Vengean, a man with a full-head helmet without a faceplate, he wore cumbersome red, heavy armour with a red cape that fell to his shins. His dark orange eyes glanced upon the one-sided battle with a veil of apathy that hid a deep-seated hunger for power.
"Of course he is." Spoke Baras glibly. Vengean merely grunted in response.
"I knew he was powerful but this...It's like nothing I've ever seen or sensed." Spoke Thanaton, awed and secretly fucking terrified.
"Indeed. The Empire will rise from it's own ashes, this young man will be instrumental in our mission to do so. I can already feel the unwavering devotion in his followers. He has the power to turn the entire galaxy to his side if he desires." Spoke Marr, ever calm in the face of the unknown and ever composed in the face of a beast.
Menma reached out and lifted Zash into the air with one hand and with the other tugging her saber over to him, "You are unworthy of your weapon." He spoke ominously, grasping the weapon with his free hand and turning on one end, "You are unworthy for me to even break. Pathetic little girl." He spoke and with a mere gesture she rushed forward, Zash felt great pain, this pain was increased by a burning sensation in her stomach, barely able to stay conscious she watched with horror as she was slain, by a mere apprentice.
"I win." Spoke Menma the golden hue of his eyes leaving, all the power that had once spread around the room retreated inward, Menma turned the saber in his hand off and kicked Zash's head in, the splatter of gore and grey matter was loud enough to fill the whole room momentarily.
"By my right as victor of the Kaggath, I demand control of Zash's resources, I take her place amongst the ranks, I will be a Lord." Spoke Menma, hitching his new trophy onto his belt and crossing his arms.
Marr and Thanaton nodded to each other, as did the rest of the Councilmen.
"We of the Dark Council declare these claims validated, you will assume the position as Lord of the Sith, taking all that was once Zash's as spoils of victory, congratulations, Lord Archon." Spoke Thanaton, smirking. Now he could pull the lad aside and inform him of his new place amongst the Sphere of Ancient knowledge.
"As you say, milords." Spoke Menma, his attitude seemingly doing a 180 as he bowed lightly to Marr and Thanaton, he turned to Corrin and Kaal, "You two, with me." He ordered the two were bewildered but rapidly fell into step behind him.
Menma had a new office to fool around in, and a new white haired apprentice to do said fooling with.
End
Raxychaz!