There were four Sith on Luke's ship and he didn't know what to do.
After they escaped their... capsules, Luke had been in the awkward position of having four pairs of sickly yellow eyes trained on him. Staring at him. Probably judging him too.
They had started arguing among themselves and Luke had taken the opportunity to walk away. Because he should - and did - know better than to deal with these types of situations. He almost got away too. Sadly, he was picked up by the collar from behind by a blue skinned female and dragged back.
They glared at him, as if he was the weird one.
"Where do you think you are going?"
Sometimes Luke was very thankful for getting a Universal translator implanted. It made life so much easier. Other times he regretted not being able to fake being confused.
He could still act stupid though.
"Away. "
The one in charge arched an eyebrow.
Damn. An eyebrow lifter. Not good. Luke had found that Sith with large amounts of sass were often very powerful. Palpatine was a great example of that. Palpatine was very ugly though.
"I'm not sure whether you are particularly stupid or extraordinarily brave but you will do."
The Sith leader turned and walked away, in the direction of the path Luke came from.
"Mind putting me down now? " Luke asked with a hopeful smile.
She dropped him like a sack of potatoes and walked after her leader with a disgusted noise.
He shook his head and followed them as they walked back the way they came. Then their leader stopped at a random wall and pushed in a random piece of durasteel and wallah!
A door.
With more twisting corridors, rubble, the occasional corpse Luke couldn't help wrinkling his nose at and worst of all:
Stairs.
So, so many stairs.
An inhuman, unethical amount of stairs.
It was heretical, Luke swore.
Because these many stairs were a violation of the force, the galaxy and possibly a law somewhere too.
So. Many. Stairs.
Force damn it.
Luke was fit for his age! There were just so many stairs. This must one of the Sith torture methods he had heard so much about.
...He should probably stop skipping leg day.
That isn't the point though.
The point is that after they climbed the truly evil amount of stairs, they came to a dead end corridor and Luke was pretty sure they were going to try to kill him.
That didn't happen. Instead their leader blew up the wall and walked out onto the sunshine as if he owned it, his people walking calmly behind him.
Darth ducks in a row.
He thought about turning back and going the other way, because this was going to lead to a whole lot of crazy but the force had different plans.
More precisely the Sith leader who wields the force had other ideas. He grabbed Luke by the collar like a kitten and pulled him through the hole.
Which led to them following him back to his ship.
Where they were currently poking at Luke's stuff with an air of distaste.
"Where are we?" Their leader asked.
So far, Luke knew his name. Mostly because the Sith had introduced himself as "Darth Volks, you may call me Lord Master Volks".
Luke conveniently forgot the master part.
Volks was a human man appearing to be in his late fifties. He could have been younger or older of course, the long white hair hanging at neck length managing to throw off Luke's estimate a bit but he couldn't have been too far off.
Volks had a crooked nose, thick dark brows over slightly wrinkled eyes and thin lips.
"What no use of the word 'peasant?'" Luke sassed.
One of others hissed at him.
"Velene, Control your sister!" Volks snapped.
Velene, the Sith who had picked Luke up by his collar, slapped her friend over the head.
Velene was a Chiss of strong build. Tall and heavily muscled, she easily towered above both him and Volks. Not that Luke was very tall to begin with.
"We're currently on Caric." Luke said.
"I know that you fool, where on Caric?"
"Mining colony. They harvest some type of mineral here. Don't exactly know what." he continued.
Volks eyes remained unimpressed.
Luke sighed.
"Listen, I just came to refuel and fix up my ship. I don't know exactly where we are and I frankly don't care."
"What's the date?"
Luke pulled up the date on the holo table where it proudly displayed its numbers.
Day 122 of ABY 1128
'A lot can happen in a thousand years,' Luke thought.
There were so many systems of Official time keeping and they changed so many times...
Sometimes it was just easier to keep by what you know. Even if it was a tad odd to others.
The Sith seemed to know what was what though.
"Well, my apprentices. It would seem a hundred years have gone by without our notice. "
Suddenly, four pairs of Sith eyes were on him.
Luke gulped.
Volks smiled.
And that was the story of how Luke gained four new, very unwanted passengers off Caric.