Twenty years after the fall of The Eternal Empire, The Galactic Republic and The Sith Empire have grown restless after two decades of peace and now, once again the galactic superpowers are on the verge of all out war. The Sith Empire has been reunited under an ambitious and incredibly powerful Sith Pureblood named Empress Ecyntha, meanwhile, The Galactic Republic has elected an equally young and equally ambitious Togruta Chancellor Sullensa, with thousands of planets, trillions of soldiers, and entire star fleets in the hands of a pair of young women, war is on the horizon. Empress Ecyntha is not one to be unprepared for war and thus, The Sith Academy on Korriban is filled to over flowing with acolytes, thousands of warriors are spread across dozens of classes as they fight for their lives, their only choices are to die or to become Sith and, for a powerful young Sith Pureblood arriving on Korriban, death is not an option. She will became Sith, she will crush her enemies, and she will become a Juggernaut, but perhaps most critically, she was smart too. Her name is Tsyllos Zharne and she will fight to defeat her fellow acolytes to become the apprentice of the scheming Lord Lalvinathy.
So this isn't the first SWTOR story I've written...or tried to write for that matter - but it is the first one I'll post on this account, this story is basically a sequel to SWTOR and it's as if the Juggernaut advanced class had its own story. We will start on Korriban and head to Dromund Kaas next but, beyond that, the story should end up looking very different than the Sith Warrior story, we may visit some of the same worlds, we may visit some different ones, we may visit some planets of my creation, we shall see. This story will update every other week - it alternates with my Europa Universalis story The Legacy of The Romans which focuses on Russia and The Ottomans in the 17th century, check it out if you're interested - I suspect chapter lengths will be a bit shorter here than on that one. Anyway, lets go!
The Armored Berserkers.
Prologue.
The Trials of The Sith.
Chapter I.
The Tomb of Darth Sion.
I glanced across my fellow acolytes, sizing up the rest of my class. Lord Lalvinathy clearly had some rather specific criteria for her apprentice - the Sith tended to be up to something when selecting specific criteria, I suspected this was no exception, my future master was up to something - all of us were female, all of us would rather fight with a vibrosword than depend wholly on the Force, yet none of us were overly physically imposing - Lalvinathy wanted our enemies to underestimate us, I know for certain that many, many of my enemies had. I was 5'8 and I was more toned than muscular, however, I was able to use the Force to amplify my natural strength as well as my nature durability, I could fight like a man twice my size and with twice the speed, not only that, but I could take ten times the blow they could. I wasn't boasting, I was stating facts, the trainers on Dromund Kaas can attest to that - I earned my place here on the shuttle to Korriban, I couldn't be sure if the others had, not to the same extent as I did anyway.
We were all equipped with the same gear - black hooded robes with tight pants, both interwoven with armored plating and a black Sith Warblade that glowed red when activated - however, that only made our differences stand out more. Next to me, there was a blonde human with a scowl and a long scar on her face, most of the other acolytes were intimidated by her, I was not and I proved that by sitting down right next to her, she wasn't going to intimidate me, no one on Korriban was. On the opposite side, to my left, there was an orange skinned Zabrak who shaved her fair, exposing her long, sharp horns, I suppose that too was supposed to be intimidating, but what would she do? Bend over and run into me? It was foolish. Opposite the Zabrak sat the largest of us, another human, this time a brunette with a dark complexion, she sat down and minded her own business, I could respect that, she didn't want to play mind games, she wanted to play fair...though playing fair wouldn't keep me from tearing her apart to become Sith. On the other end of the opposite bench sat an alien, a violet skinned Twi'Lek with the telltale scars of a slave collar around her neck - she had worked in the mines, probably tried to escape once or twice, but, soon enough, they found her to be Force-Sensitive and sent her here, she couldn't help but be nervous...I didn't blame her, I wouldn't want to be up against me either. The one in the middle of the opposite bench, the one directly opposite of me, was the only one who actually worried me, she would be the only challenge. She was a Cyborg with one artificial eye and numerous implants across her pale skin, the redhead had scars and cybernetics everywhere that indicated a very dark and very troubled past, yet despite that, she was smiling, laughing, and talking the most of us, she was not worried, she was confident, perhaps too confident, and that made me wary.
"Well, well, well...we're getting close." the Cyborg grinned as The Sith Academy on Korriban appeared as a dot in the distance in the window of our shuttle "Perhaps I should introduce myself, my name is Gerona Halfur and I will have the distinct pleasure of murdering the lot of you."
"Oh? Is that so?" I countered with a smirk of my own, raising one of the bony, protruding eyebrows along my red-skinned face - I was a Sith Pureblood and that was made very clear by the thin bony eyebrows with curved outwards to a point and a pair of similar protrusions extended downwards from my face on either side of my chin, I also had three golden piercings on the lower ridge below both of my crimson red eyes and a dot piercing on either side of my mouth - I was very much a stereotypical Sith Pureblood and I was not going to be defeated in the trials of the Sith on my people's very own homeworld, especially not by some human girl who can't even hold her own body together.
"Yes," Gerona countered, refusing the crumble even under my tremendous unspoken pressure, she did, however, giggle before asking me "Who are you anyway Miss High-and-Mighty? Think that red skin alone will get you through these trials?"
"Tsyllos Zharne," I answered "And red skin is not what will get me through these trials, what will get me through these trials is seeing you squirm underneath me as I crush that last fool stupid enough to stand in my way of being a Sith."
"Charming Tsyllos, now, I'm going to take longer cleaning your brain matter out of my boot than I will killing you, but until then, I wouldn't mind squirming under you once or twice - when and where, red?" She heckled, I rolled my eyes, I was into women but that didn't mean I was in any mood to romp around with a machine with some pieces of skin attached, I could do better. I would be a Sith soon, I could have women brought to me in cages if that's what I wanted, nevertheless, I couldn't very well let Gerona think she could embarrass me, no, I was better than her in every way and I didn't even need a single cybernetic implant to prove that, therefore, I jumped in with a retort.
"Oh? we can do it right now on the exit ramp, quick, you go first!" I retorted and she laughed it off but, crucially, she did not try and best me again, it was merely a little bit of banter, but I was already establishing my dominance over the rest of the acolytes, regardless of what the lustful psychotic little cyborg wretch wanted to think, she was nothing and she would succumb to my onslaught just like all the rest of these unfortunate would-be Sith.
"Well, I'm Gerona and she's Tsyllos, what of the rest of you?" the cyborg asked as we both surveyed the shuttle, wondering who was the next bravest sole after the pair of us, her eyes lingered on the dark skinned human whilst I turned to the scowling blonde, however, we were both wrong, it was the Twi'lek and former slave who spoke up next, perhaps she wasn't all that nervous after all, perhaps she wanted us to underestimate her, perhaps it was nothing, but I was intrigued and, whatever mistake I made when sizing her up, I would not make again.
"Uvera Ca'el," the Twi'lek answered "I know I can die here, I know all but one of us will die, but I'd rather die here than in the mines - can you say the same?"
"I can - those who die in the slavery are pathetic, those who die in the trials on Korriban are pathetic too, but to die trying to become Sith is infinitely more glorious than to die in chains." I countered, I believed it too, I was destined to be Sith, I spent my whole life to become Sith, my parents forced me to train even when I was scarred, bruised, and exhausted - if I died on Korriban, it would be pathetic, it would mean that I spent sixteen years with one purpose in life and I couldn't even do that much, however, for a slave, to even be able to step foot on Korriban was a privilege, if Uvera died here, her death would mean a thousand times more than what a whimpering death in the mines or in some slave pen would mean. Sith culture makes it quite clear that even the lowest Sith is greater than anyone else, especially slaves, slaves are the bottom of Sith hierarchy, below only Imperial citizens who in turn are below Imperial soldiers - service to the Sith is a sure fire way for Imperials to rise in society, favoritism is written into our laws.
"Well...on that happy note - who the bloody hell are you?" Gerona asked the Zabrak, the redheaded Cyborg was quite cheerful and confident in herself, but that overconfidence would be her downfall - she didn't know Korriban like I did and, based on her cybernetic, she didn't know combat as well as I did - cybernetics may amplify your abilities, but there is a reason why you had to replace your cut off arm or leg with a cybernetic replacement, to me, cybernetics symbolize sloppiness and I will abuse Gerona's sloppiness, her cybernetics mark weaknesses and I will crush those weaknesses. Strategy and knowledge will get one much further than strength alone, especially when that strategy and knowledge is combined with at least as much strength and very likely more.
"Mera Avanaj," she answered, she seemingly wasn't going to say more but Gerona egged her on "The Sith made it quite clear when they ripped off my actual chains just to put me in the Academy's chains, I will become Sith or I will die...I don't intend on dying."
"My name is Ubaya Siem, I was attempting to join the Imperial Military when I was found to be Force-Sensitive, I admit that I found the news surprising, however, I was willing to serve then and I'm willing to serve now." the dark skinned human responded without being prompted, I imagine that she knew Gerona was going to pester her into giving an answer anyway. Ubaya seemed like an upstanding imperial, volunteering for our armies and willing to take on the trials on Korriban even if she doubted herself next to the Cyborg, the Twi'lek slave, the Zabrak warrior, and the Sith Pureblood, not to mention the scowling blonde woman sitting next to me, the woman who hasn't said a single word yet already seems like she'll join Gerona and I in the upper echelon of this class of acolytes, the Twi'lek, Zabrak, and indeed even Ubaya might be able to do swimmingly in other classes, however, against us, they will all fall, in some ways, it's a shame to lose so many potential warriors, however, in the process of weeding out the weak, the strong grow stronger. I will be better because of these trials than I would be otherwise, I will be better because I will have to defeat the rest of this powerful class of warriors.
"And you blondie?" Gerona turned to the final member of our class, the silent, scowling blonde acolyte. She rolled her eyes before turning towards Gerona and raising her chin - this woman had a hard past, first there was the long, obvious scar along the side of her face, but a number of little, nasty scars covered her neck, rendering her mute. Uvera the violet-skinned Twi'lek had clearly been an ex-slave and she had the scars from a slave collar to prove it, but this silent acolyte had very different scars, they seemed almost like crude surgery, as if someone had the tools but didn't know how to use them - perhaps it was a thief masquerading as a doctor or a particularly sadistic Sith, in any case, we weren't going to get answers because her vocal cords were gruesomely slit, however, that didn't stop Gerona from mocking here, relentlessly "Oh? Sith's got your tongue? To bad, I would've enjoyed hearing you scream as I killed you in the tombs, oh well, I'll settle for the sound of your bones crunching as I stomp your ribs into your heart...too much? You know, you could have just gotten an artificial voice box, mechanical screams are almost as good as natural ones...I should know, I caused a few. The best one was..."
"Are you finished?" I spat, interrupting Gerona relentless chattering, for all her threats, for all her confidence, for all her cybernetics, she would stand no chance against me - I would not mock these acolytes, they were weaklings, that much is true, but I will fight them with honor and I will annihilate them with honor, though at this point, I may make an exception for Gerona, the cyborg seems to think that she can win these trials with nothing other than intimidation and mind games, I would prove that she was wrong by splattering her brains all over the walls of a tomb.
The shuttle landed in a hanger in The Sith Academy building itself - I was not surprised, by now the tombs in The Valley of The Dark Lords at the base of The Sith Academy were looted relentlessly for centuries and thus, there was little more knowledge to be gained and few artifacts left to steal, additionally, so many acolytes, slaves, and beasts brought in for the trials were severely damaging the tombs of the ancient Sith, leading to The Sphere of Ancient Knowledge making a formal request to Empress Ecyntha to protect and conserve the tombs, a request which our Empress granted. Now, Sith trials took us to newer, more distant tombs spread throughout Korriban. Thus, one by one, we got our individual trials and took speeders out to the distant tombs of Korriban. I hung back, I wanted my trial last, Gerona, unsurprisingly, rushed in first. That was fine by me, the less time spent around the obnoxious cyborg, the better.
Our Overseer was a brunette human female with hazel eyes and a double-bladed lightsaber at her hip, she wore robes rather than armor and I'd imagine that she herself trained as a Sith Inquisitor of the Assassin discipline while Lord Lalvinathy wanted an apprentice who was a Sith Warrior of the Juggernaut discipline, still, our Overseer's own abilities and specialties did not impact her ability to teach us I suppose, besides, so many acolytes are going through this Academy with so few Overseers to teach them that Lord Lalvinathy may not have had another option - I can imagine there's quite a waiting list for Sith apprentices, I may need to remember that for when I inevitably return to Korriban for my own apprentice.
"Acolyte Tsyllos." the Overseer summoned me after sending the others off, I approached without hesitation in order to make it clear that my waiting was not out of cowardice by rather out of sport, let my rivals get a head start, I will still beat them, I'll go to whatever tomb they send me to, survive whatever obstacle they throw at me, and return to the Academy before my fellows "My name is Overseer Uzalso, Lord Lalvinathy and I looked at every acolyte and handcrafted the trials, yours are no exception. You will take a speed to the distant Tomb of Darth Sion and there you will study from a holocron about how Sion was able to use his rage and his power to heal himself and keep himself together, but it will not be easy, you are not the first to journey into Sion's tomb, many have come before and many of those remain in the tomb to this day, using the lessons of the holocron to defend the tomb from outsiders. Journey there, defeat the possessed zealots, study the holocron, and return to The Sith Academy to meet me in my office with the rest of your class - understood?"
"Yes, my Overseer." I bowed before setting off on my trial, taking the speeder to The Tomb of Darth Sion.
The entrance to The Tomb of Darth Sion was a cliff overlooking one of the battlefields between the Sith and The Eternal Empires during Zakuul's assault on Korriban, the valley below was filled with fallen walkers, burned out tanks, dead soldiers, and even the lightsabers of fallen Sith, however, the three centuries old Tomb held itself together, just like Sion himself, the most direct warrior of The Sith Triumvirate, did during the Great Jedi Purge. I left my speeder on the cliff near the entrance and climbed down the steps into the Tomb, feeling the radiant darkness and raw power within - Peace is a lie, there is only passion, through passion, I gain strength, through strength, I gain power, through power, I gain victory, through victory, my chains are broken, the Force shall set me free! I am Sith, Korriban is my destiny, the power of a thousand generations of Sith flows through me and I am in my element amongst the ancients, those who crushed their enemies before me, those who held absolute power absolutely, those who were relentless in combat. Perhaps one day, I could be among them, I was destined to not only become Sith but become a Lord of the Sith and beyond that, a Darth, a great one at that, one who deserved a tomb, but for now, I would have to take on my trails and prove myself to the Overseers and Lord Lalvinathy, only then could I become her weapon as my first step towards greatness.
The path to greatness evidently began with ambushes as, when I entered the first antechamber of the tomb, four former Sith Acolytes ambushed me with old training blades - Sith Warblades were now standard issue at the Academy for aspiring warriors, so evidently these acolytes have been here for some time, their bloodshot eyes turned yellow with the Dark Side certainly attested to that, however, despite all that time learning, they weren't particularly tough enemies. The charged at me and two of them managed to reach me at the same time, swinging their primitive weapons at me, however, I leaped backwards and they ended up locking blades instead, capitalizing on their surprise and their mistake, I attacked with my Warblade. I kicked one in the leg hard causing him to recoil backwards, opening up the way for me to swing my sword through the other's torso, turning quickly with bloody flying across the room off of my blade I came around and stabbed the guard I had kicked earlier. The third tried to take the opportunity to attack me from behind, raising his weapon high above his head to bring down on me, however, he was a weakling despite taking Sith Trials and becoming a follower of Darth Sion's ways, so, he hesitated for just a moment, but a moment was all I needed to impale him with my Warblade and rip him from this life. There was a fourth Sith to fight, this one a female, however, she was smarter than her follow former acolytes, she was clearly still here and she was going to bounce out and attack me at any moment, however, she had done so in such a way that she had escaped my sight, she would've gotten the bump on me had I been a mere trooper or even a lesser acolyte, but I was a Sith to the bone.
I closed my eyes and reached out with the Force, to a Jedi, the Darkness in this Tomb would be like a dense fog blocking their vision, however, for me, for someone attuned to the ways of the Sith, seeing through the Dark Side was like looking through crystal clear water and I immediately picked out the final assailant just as she leaped out at me from behind an old statue. She tried to stab me in the back but I grabbed my Warblade and placed it behind my back, catching her sword and robbing her of the element of surprise. I blocked her strike before turning turning around to face her and striking again, locking my Warblade against her training blade. She was a good duelist with her weapon, perhaps more than most acolytes arriving on Korriban, however, I was Sith and I was stronger than her, so slowly but surely I overpowered her, pushing her back with our blades still connected, I pushed her up against the wall of the Tomb and watched her expression turn from a pained grimace of effort to a horrifying realization of doom, something I cherished. I separated our blades with shocking quickness and then, with a second crushing blow, I literally knocked the pathetic little vibrosword from her hand, before grabbing her throat with my right hand. I pulled her forward with one hand before slamming her back into the wall, hearing a delightful crunch as her skull hit the brick behind her before then forcing her into the ground and snapping her neck.
Cruelty was an unnecessary evil and it often did more harm than good for the Sith, however, there is a big difference between being cruel to the innocent and being brutal in combat, I did not want to harm the civilians who formed the backbone of my civilization and I especially did not want to harm the people who were actively helping me, however, my enemies were my enemies and I would be absolutely brutal to them, I would slice, smash, and bludgeon my way through my enemies as I deem appropriate, so yes, I did brutally murder the female acolyte who stood in my way, but no, I will not be pointlessly and stupidly evil like many of my Sith companions, I would be smart about when and where I use my strength, ensuring that I do maximum harm upon my enemies while ensuring that those who supported me operated with maximum morale and maximum potential.
So, as I proceeded deeper and deeper into the Tomb towards Sion's holocron, I fought with maximum brutality. An acolyte, one who must have thought himself smart opted to launch Force Lightning at me, however, we was weak and his lightning was slow, I easily caught the pitiful blue energy with my right hand while approaching the Sorcerer, holding my Warblade in my dominant left hand. I could have simply directed the lightning back at him, but where is the fun in that? I wanted to be sporting about it after all. Unfortunately for them, the Sorcerer's friends did not wish to be sporting, one attempted to charge me with a vibrosword from my left but he left himself far too open and I was able to cut upwards across his torso, killing him and sending his weapon falling to the ground with a thud - the gore was just enough to stop the third acolyte who was about to attack me from the right - once again, hesitation is a fatal mistake. I swung my body around while keeping my right hand in place, twisting around and extending my left arm and Warblade until it came through the acolytes neck and liberated his head. I swung my body all the way around and brought my sword down on the sorcerer, sorcery was impressive, but without the raw power to back it up, Force Lightning was no match against another Force user who could simply absorb it if not redirect it entirely.
I was strong in the Force and I could've been a Sorcerer if I had wanted to, I would by no means by the best, nor would I even be particularly impressive, however, I could certainly hold my own, but that wasn't for me, I found that fighting style far too static and impersonal. I wanted to see the final looking of complete and utter fear as my blade impaled anyone and everyone foolish enough to oppose me, I enjoyed the powerful feeling of armored boots stomping over the corpses of the enemy, and I wanted nothing more than to beat a Jedi Master using nothing more than my talents with a lightsaber. The Force was an excellent tool, incredibly powerful and the thing which set the Sith apart from the common masses, however, I was much more interested in physical fighting, I would shoot Force Lightning or Force Choke my enemies as the circumstances demanded, however, I would not make that my entire fighting style, I would fight like a warrior, amplifying my lightsaber attacks with the Force, choking my enemies, and throwing my lightsaber at distant targets, honor and glory are my birthright, I will use my weapons to teach that to my enemies and I will use my words to teach that to my allies. The distinction between punishment and cruelty is what will set me apart from the other Sith, I will be strong, I will be evil, and I will be more powerful than anyone can possibly imagine, but I will be strong, evil, and powerful in a smart way.
So I cut my way through these so-called followers of Sion whilst planning my role in The Sith Empire like any aspiring Warrior-Philosopher would - I pictured my sleek and super-modern starship as I bisected a female acolyte, I fantasized about dueling with an powerful Sith Juggernaut apprentice as I pommeled another acolyte with the hilt of my Warblade, and I could practically feel The Dark Council naming me a Darth as I lifted an acolyte into the sky and sent him flying into a pillar on the other end of the room. The Tomb shook from the impact and a permanent impression was left on the pillar, however, only a few bricks and some dust joined his corpse on the ground - I did not come all the way to Korriban just to die from my very first Tomb collapsing above me, these Tombs held valuable knowledge and power than the Sith could exploit beyond mere trials, this Tomb would survive, even if I was sure that I could level this place if I wanted to.
I finally reached the final long hallway leading to the chamber where Sion's holocron stood, I felt perfectly natural walking alongside the statues of ancient Sith - these statues were clearly imported, Darth Sion did not know any Purebloods and he himself clearly did not care enough to have their statues built, however, the Sith who built his Tomb would see no issue with removing the statues from some place they destroyed or desecrated and leaving them here in the Tomb, bringing a place that was only three centuries old up to a similar standard as the ancient Tombs of The Valley of The Dark Lords at the base of The Sith Academy. The statues evidently held a darker secret as well because, before I reached the other end of the hallway and entered the holocron chamber, the door sealed and, from behind the statues, four acolytes appeared joining a shirtless bald man with a double-bladed vibrosword wearing black tattoos that, when combined with his pale complexion, made him look quite similar to the stereotypical image of Darth Sion, the man's weapon instead reminded me of the many Sith Assassins he employed in his Jedi Purge, Assassins with the same role and much of the same equipment as the modern Sith Assassins. I was outnumbered and potentially outmatched, however, I did not run from this fight, instead, I relished it and jumped in with absolute glee.
I held my Warblade in one hand and stopped a strike with one of the acolytes while simultaneously kicking another in the chest, I swung around and my weapon cut through the acolyte I kicked before the first acolyte caught my blade again, we were locked together, neither of us could move our blade without surrendering our lives to the other, however, I was not going to be denied so, with our blades pressed together, I marched him against the wall just like I had to the female acolyte earlier, however this time, forced his own vibrosword to cut through his head, murdering the man. I killed two but three opponents still remained, one armed with a dangerous and exotic weapon. I locked blades with the wannabe Sion as the other two acolytes rushed me - with one of them, the path was simple enough, I grabbed his wrist with my free hand and twisted the vibrosword out of his hand before pulling him down, kneeing him in the chest, throwing him to the ground and stomping on his throat, executing him. The second of the acolytes to rudely interrupt our struggle was somewhat smarter than Sion's otherwise unimpressive colleagues, she made it look like she was going to swing for my torso before adjusting her blade and aiming for my feet - I had to react quickly. I rebelled Sion's would-be clone by charging my Warblade with lightning, forcing him to either disconnect or be electrocuted, unlike the true Sion, he opted to disconnect. This gave me the freedom to leap up into the air over the blade of the attacked.
The Force amplified my senses while I was mid-air and allowed me to use that brief second to plan my next course of action. As I was midair I used the Force to propel myself down at the female acolyte, I pinned her to the ground and she slid across the stone ground with enough force to tear her back open and caused her to scream in pain. I slit her throat with my vibrosword before rolling out of the way of the male acolyte with the double-bladed vibrosword - if she wasn't dead when I finished her, the fact that the double-bladed vibrosword ended up slicing into her head would've definitely finished her off - despite stabbing a corpse, my staff wielding opponent barely reacted, he pulled his blade out of his ally's corpses and came at me again whilst opening the door to the holocron chamber with the force - he wanted more room to fight, so be it, now I would kill him and I didn't even have to open the door afterwards.
I built up my energy and allowed my opponent to think he was gaining the upper hand, he swung one blade at me before attacking with the other and then again and again and again - he was relentless...the power of Darth Sion will be very useful indeed, this acolyte was nothing but a cheap impostor of a long dead Sith Lord, I was toying with him, but he was far, far more than he appeared to be, therefore, for someone like me, someone with real power and talent with the Force, the lessons of Darth Sion's holocron will be a game changer. Lord Lalvinathy and Overseer Uzalso were smart when they gave me this trial, they knew I was an excellent weapon and I made no secret of it, now, they would craft me into the weapon they need, the others are merely obstacles that I must overcome, Lalvinathy does not want some Twi'Lek former slave or an arrogant Cyborg, she wants a true Sith apprentice, well, lucky for her, I'm happy to oblige.
The Sion wannabe soon realized I was toying with him, perhaps if he were smart, he would've stopped acting and instead waited for a chance to counterattack, however, instead, like many foolish and dead Sith, he merely got angry, then, he got sloppy. The Sith teach us to use our anger and amplify our power, not to lose ourselves to rage, blind anger is useless and often counterproductive, this acolyte likely failed his trials because he failed to understand that, so in his blind rage and in his clumsiness, I managed to catch the hilt of his two-sided weapon with my right hand, stopping him. His eyes shot wide open and I merely smirked, he tried to struggle and I chuckled in response, he was about to die and he knew it. I lifted the weapon high above his head, giving me an opening - I kicked him hard in the chest and sent him flying without his weapon. He pathetically tried to scamper away on the ground before I stabbed his own double-bladed vibrosword through his ankle into the ground below, trapping him in the most painful way imaginable. I was going to enjoy this.
Tears flowed down his face, he begged for mercy, and he tried to wiggle his leg free, only making the ankle wound worse, all the while I slowly circled around him, I savored his fear for a few minutes before deciding to end his suffering - unlike many of the foolish Sith I mentioned earlier, I know when enough is enough. I raised the Sith Warblade high above him before plunging it down into his chest, executing him.
I pulled the red pyramidal Sith holocron into my hand with the Force and left the Tomb, I would study it at The Sith Academy before the Overseer dispatches me on my next trial, a failed acolyte dressing himself up like Darth Sion fought well, one could only imagine what a successful acolyte like me could do with that same knowledge and that same power at my disposal. I giggled, I will be an excellent Sith, I will spread murder and mayhem throughout the galaxy, and I will outsmart, outmatch, and outfight my enemies, delivering upon them the ultimate humiliation before killing them - I look forward to testing my talents against Jedi and Sith alike. The galaxy shall be my oyster, for I am Tsyllos Zharne and I am destined for greatness.
And that was chapter one! Ciao!
I love you all, peace out!