Alright, before we get started, I want you all to know that this story is going to follow the path of the Light Side Warrior. I just want to follow a path that I'm comfortable with in the game and use it for this story. In my story, Izuku is going to be based off of one of my own characters from the game. I hope you all enjoy the story. OH! Before I forget, I want you all to know that this story is mostly going to follow the same plot as the story mode for the Star Wars: The Old Republic game, but it will deviate slightly at some points in the game, though not too much. Enjoy the show!

*I don't own My Hero Academia or Star Wars: The Old Republic!*

A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away…

The Sith Empire tightens its grip on the galaxy. The Galactic Republic and its Jedi defenders lie weakened and vulnerable after the Empire's successful military campaign.

With a fragile peace negotiated, the Sith Empire sends all potential Sith to undergo cruel and deadly trials at its academy on the harsh planet Korriban,

Today, one of the Empire's most promising warriors has been secretly summoned by an influential overseer to face the Dark Side trials much sooner than expected…

First Trial of a Heroic Sith

Above the Sith home world known as Korriban, several imperial vessels remained in orbit. Starfighters zoomed overhead as the soldiers patrolled the outer atmosphere of the planet in the off chance that enemies might try to lay siege to the planet. One of the larger vessels opened a hatch in the bottom and released a smaller ship that has a design that can only be described as a combination of a rectangle and a triangle. The shuttle folded down its stabilizers and flew off towards the planet's surface.

At the speed it was going, it only took fifteen minutes to arrive on the planet and at the landing pad that was the ship's destination. Once it came to a full stop and folded its wings back upwards, two imperial soldiers walked off while escorting someone.

This someone is a young man about eighteen or nineteen years old. He has curly/spiky hair that is a very unusual green color. Despite being an unusual color, it is actually his natural hair color. He also has skin that's pale, but not so pale that he appears sick or albino, and his eyes are also green. He has a thin but strong frame that seems built more for agility and speed rather than raw power. Not to say that he doesn't have any physical power, but his muscles are more lean and toned, built for fighting rather than showing off. And obviously, he's not the tallest guy on the planet being only average height. His current attire is a set of gray training robes with long sleeves, a pair of boots that are a darker shade of gray - probably gunmetal gray - and he also has a Vibroblade strapped across his back.

The young man took a moment to observe his surroundings. The red sands soaked with the blood of the fallen… the towering statues that make a truly imposing sight… and the feeling of pure darkness in the atmosphere…

Yup. Korriban is definitely a foreboding place.

The young man turned to his escorts and nodded in thanks. The female pilot gave him a respectful bow before she and her male partner(not as in the dating kind of partner) returned to the ship and took off for the space station that remains in orbit around Korriban. He sighed as he steeled his resolve. There's no turning back now. He began walking down the pathway to the entrance where he found a man who looked to be African-American in terms of possible heritage. Namely due to his dark skin, brown eyes, and graying black hair. He was well-built but not overly muscular, and is obviously more of a blade master than a Force wielder. He's wearing the armor of an Academy Overseer for those who train to master the blade rather than become stronger in the Force, and he has a Lightsaber clipped to his belt.

"At last, you've arrived. Good, good. There is much to do and every moment is critical." the man said as the young man with white hair walked up to him. "I'm Overseer Tremel. It's nice to finally meet with you in person rather than over holo, Acolyte."

The green haired young man smiled and gave the overseer a firm handshake.

"A pleasure to meet you as well, Overseer. I am Midoriya Izuku, but just call me Izuku. Everyone does." he said.

"Good, now that pleasantries are out of the way, we can get down to business. As I was saying before, for decades, I've administered the trials that prove who is and who is not worthy to join the Sith Order. The trials are a chance to weed out the weak. Those who face them either survive and become Sith, or die." explained Tremel.

"I won't disappoint you." Izuku said.

"Good. I risked a lot to make this happen." Tremel said.

Upon seeing the raised eyebrow from his new charge, the older man immediately knew that he was skeptical. But at least he wasn't too vocal about it. Simply because he didn't need to be.

"Yes, you are here and ahead of schedule because of me. I expect you to obey. You face your trials, you serve me, and I will make you the most powerful acolyte here." Tremel said.

In spite of himself, Izuku nodded at what the overseer told him. He liked the sound of becoming the most powerful. Not for himself like most other Sith, but so that he may protect those he loves as well as those who cannot protect themselves. To be a true hero…

...Unlike the so-called heroes from Earth.

"Sounds like a plan." Tremel's new student said in agreement. "Is there anything else that I should be aware of, overseer?"

"The trials themselves are difficult enough, but they are hardly the greatest threat you face. There's an acolyte here named Vemrin. He's your enemy, and he will try to kill you. We must prepare you." Tremel instructed in response to his charge's question.

The broccoli haired young man was confused. An enemy? He has an enemy here in the academy? He knew that he'd make some the very moment he chose to become a Sith, but to have an enemy this soon?

"But I just got here. How is it I already have an enemy?" he asked.

"All you need to know is that you are a threat to him, and he to you. We'll make sure you can stand up to that threat." Tremel said as he gestured to his charge's Vibroblade. "That practice sword you've arrived with is insufficient, the blade of lesser acolytes. You need a dominating weapon."

Izuku looked at his weapon and, while he personally didn't see anything wrong with it, knows that he'll need a stronger weapon if he's going to stand a ghost of a chance in combat against the more experienced acolytes of the academy. Don't get him wrong, he's confident in his abilities with a sword and the Vibroblade that he has with him has served him well for a long time, but he's not stupid. He knows that real life combat and training simulations are two totally different things. He also knew that he would, eventually, need to upgrade to a much stronger weapon.

Warriors have been improving their weapons and combat prowess since the earliest stages of sentient life began. Why should he not do the same?

"And where might I find such a weapon, Overseer?" he asked.

"I'm glad you asked. In the tomb of Ajunta Pall, there's an old armory. A strong Sith Warblade awaits you there. The tomb is thick with K'lor'slugs - deadly, savage creatures. Be speedy but careful. They've been the end of many an acolyte." Tremel instructed whilst giving a warning.

His charge bowed and acknowledged his warning.

"I understand, Overseer. I will exercise the utmost caution." he said.

"Good. It wouldn't do for a promising young warrior like yourself to fall to a bunch of worms with teeth on your first day here." Tremel said half joking. "Once you acquire the warblade, I suggest you spend some time in the tomb bloodying it. Then come to me in my chambers in the academy."

With his instructions clearly given, the Overseer started for his personal speeder so that he could get to the academy ahead of his student and make preparations. Hopping on his speeder bike, Tremel gave Izuku a few words of encouragement. Something he doesn't normally do for his students.

"I wish you the best of luck in your first trial, Acolyte." Tremel said.

And with pleasantries once again out of the way, the overseer sped off on his speeder towards the Sith academy, leaving Izuku behind to collect his Warblade. But Izuku wasn't bothered by this. He just grinned as he began to make his way to the tomb.

Izuku's POV.

For those of you who care enough to read these holo journals I'm keeping, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Izuku. Midoriya Izuku. And I'm a Quirkless.

Since I'm pretty sure that you probably don't know what I'm talking about, allow me to explain. You see, on my home planet about eighty percent of the planet's total population are born with rare genetic mutations that grant them superhuman abilities. Some of them are simple like being able to lift thousands of tons and punch their way through solid steel, while others are extraordinarily powerful and allow one to control elemental powers such as fire, ice, or even both at once if the parents' genes merge correctly. And some of these powers are just useless and plain gross, like having a super long neck or stretchy eyeballs.

We call these powers 'Quirks', and over time they became so common that a profession was actually created to allow these gifted people to safely use their quirks without abusing them. Even though that part totally went downhill quickly. Pro Heroes were established to ensure the safe usage of Quirks and to protect the peace from powerful individuals that the world governments couldn't fight back against. And not win on their own, at least.

Unfortunately for me, there are still the remaining twenty percent of my planet's populace who are born without quirks. Life for us Quirkless is anything BUT easy. Society looks down on us, and children who are 'diagnosed', note the sarcasm, as quirkless are often abandoned, abused, neglected, and in rare cases killed by their parents who see them as worthless mistakes for not having a quirk. I was one of the lucky ones. I may not have a quirk, but my mother loves me very much regardless of that. And she actually does have a quirk. One that allows her to attract small objects to herself.

Once it was discovered that I was strong in the Force after meeting two powerful Sith Lords known as Darth Malgus and Lord Serevyn, I'll explain that in more detail later, I decided to join their order. For five years since I was fourteen, I trained under these two Lords of the Sith to hone my skills. Though I am more attuned to Lightsaber combat, my skills with the Force are nothing to sneeze at. Eventually, I got strong enough to be given a recommendation to join the Sith Academy here on Korriban as a way to become even stronger, and to further get away from those with quirks.

Wouldn't we all?

And so, here I am.

Anyway, after stopping at a medical station to ask for directions to the tomb of Ajunta Pall, I made my way to this great maze of a burial ground made out of red sandstone. They might as well paint a road sign with all of the bloodstained sand at the entrance. And prowling the outside of the entrance is a species of giant, pale yellow worms with legs, no eyes, and concentric rows of sharp teeth in their oversized mouths that look big enough to literally bite a man's head off.

Still, I'm not about to let these things make a meal of me! So as the first K'lor'slug attacked me, I struck it down quite easily with a downward slash from my Vibroblade. Two more screeched and rushed at me as they hoped to overwhelm me with sheer numbers. But I just smirked and switched my weapon's position into a reverse grip to block their rather large talons on their forelimbs. Not wasting any time, I twirled my Vibroblade to deflect the halted attack and spun on my heel. My weapon easily cut through the necks of the K'lor'slugs like a hot knife through butter. And so, as their heads fell from their bodies, the two dead beasts fell to the ground to become food for the scavengers.

"Three K'lor'slugs down, and only a bazillion more to go." I quipped.

As I flicked the blood off of my weapon and holstered it, I descended down the stairs into the tomb where I came across a peculiar sight. A squad of Imperial soldiers was fighting off K'lor'slugs from behind a barricade of sorts. Some are dead, others are injured, but out of the corner of my eye I noticed that one of them is approaching me. He has well-groomed black hair, and lighter skin around his eyes from wearing goggles. Holstering his gun, the man began to speak.

"Excuse me, acolyte. Sergeant Cormun. Fifth infantry company. Korriban Regiment. Can I - can I talk to you?" he asked.

I briefly considered saying no. After all, I do have a warblade to find in this labyrinth. However, seeing this man clearly exhausted and demoralized reminded me a lot of myself before Lord Malgus and Lord Serevyn found me. I used to be a timid weakling who allowed himself to be some asshole's punching bag for so long, but no more. Especially since my mother, Inko, and I willingly joined the Empire. They were wary of us at first, but quickly grew to accept us as well proved our loyalty.

So, I decided to at least hear the man out.

"Speak freely, Sergeant." I said.

"Thank you. You're the acolyte Overseer Tremel had brought in special, right? Heading down in the tomb to show what you're made of?" Cormun asked.

"And to find myself a Sith warblade, apparently."

Still not really sure what the point of claiming this warblade is, but I won't argue with the overseer's instructions.

"Well then, here's your chance to not only show off for the overseers, but start building ties to the Imperial military as well." Cormun said as he explained the situation. "I'm here commanding a hard target mission to eliminate K'lor'slugs in this tomb. They're horrific things… mouths bigger than your head. I've lost three squads of good men fighting them. They come in packs, they just - they'll swallow a man whole."

The K'lor'slugs I fought against hardly put up a fight before I got into this tomb. But then I saw why that is. Looking past Sergeant Cormun, I saw that there are much bigger K'lor'slugs in this tomb. These ones are easily several feet taller than a full-grown man. With their red, veiny skin, taller stature, and larger mouths filled with teeth sharper than a razor blade, it's easy to see that they're an intimidating bunch that can easily bring down troops and weaker acolytes. But still...

"I have to go in there and claim a warblade from the armory, Sergeant. So if you're trying to deter me, it won't work." I warned the man.

"Understood. I was hoping you could assist my operation while you're in there. The damn K'lor'slugs breed so fast there's no way to wipe them out conventionally, so we started targeting their egg chambers. They went insane! We managed to get explosives to all of the egg chambers, but the K'lor'slugs were all over us before we could detonate them. And before you ask, we can't detonate them remotely because the walls are so thick that they jam any radio signals that try to get through. It's also part of the reason why we can't call for reinforcements." Cormun explained.

I scowled at how the Empire's time and resources were being used to exterminate vermin in these tombs, however necessary it may be. And these men and women have been fighting for so long, it seems to them that the sacrifice of their fellow soldiers will be in vain if nothing is done to help. My choice is a clear one.

"Sounds like you could use some help. Someone to go in there and detonate those charges manually." I said. "I will finish the job. Have your men gather up and evacuate the wounded. Then have them guard the entrance while I take care of these overgrown caterpillars."

"Don't underestimate those K'lor'slugs, My Lord, they're… they're smarter than they look." Cormun warned.

While he and his men stayed behind the barricade and began moving the wounded to the medical station, I drew my Vibroblade and charged it up as I followed the directions to the egg chambers that the Sergeant provided me with. It took only a few short minutes for me to find the chamber where the explosives were planted, and along the way I destroyed multiple clutches of eggs that would hatch into more K'lor'slugs if left unchecked. Taking a cautious approach instead of my usual gung-ho style of doing things, I saw my objective. It looks like Sergeant Cormun was right to be worried about the breeding capabilities of these monstrosities.

The explosives were planted smack dab in the middle of a huge chamber filled almost to the brim with eggs double the size of Earth ostrich eggs and covered in a green, veiny substance. Guarding the eggs were five small K'lor'slugs, likely hatchlings, and a larger K'lor'slug with a red carapace. I narrowed my eyes and bent my knees as I got ready.

Time to go to work.

Releasing a war cry, I leapt right at the beasts and quickly killed off the smaller K'lor'slugs by spinning like a top on my heel, slitting their throats and making them all choke on their own blood, before making my way to the larger one. This one was much tougher than the hatchlings as my Vibroblade did hardly any damage. So after dodging a strike from the beast's talons, I unleashed a mighty Force Roar that sent it back a couple of feet. My attack did the trick and not only did damage to the beast, but stunned it long enough for me to zero in on my target area. With a war cry, I ran at the K'lor'slug and ran my Vibroblade right through the creature's heart. The K'lor'slug roared in pain as its most vital organ was penetrated by the electrified blade. With one last pitiful growl it fell off the blade and to the ground, dead as a doornail.

With the beasts slain, I holstered my Vibroblade and pressed the button on the detonator. I walked out of the chamber as it started beeping, and after silently counting down from five…

Four…

Three…

Two…

One...

kaBOOM! The explosives went off and destroyed every egg in the chamber, and caused the ceiling to collapse on top of them while effectively sealing off the chamber from the rest of the tomb.

"Well, that takes care of that." I said as I dusted off my hands.

I quickly jogged back to the entrance of the tomb to see Sergeant Cormun getting his surviving troops all patched up. Nice to see that they're going to make it.

"I heard the explosion when you set off the charges. Outstanding, sir." Cormun praised.

I gave a nod of thanks and proceeded to make my way deeper into the tombs, but I didn't make it far when I stumbled upon the corpse of a soldier. Normally, I would think nothing of this, but the wounds on the body caught my attention. These aren't marks inflicted by a predator hunting down prey. These were made by other sentient life forms using only one type of weapon: a blaster.

I searched the body for anything that might give me a clue and found a datapad that might have some information. Turns out it's an imperial edict with some orders from someone else higher up on the military pecking order. Well, since this guy's dead, I might as well see what it says.

'Imperial Edict 936: Mercenaries have taken advantage of the K'lor'slug infestation in the tomb of Ajunta Pall, stealing artifacts from its depths-a situation wholly unacceptable.'

'You are authorized to use deadly force to send these mercenaries a message that further desecration will not be tolerated. This task is dangerous, and hazard pay has been authorized.'

'See me at the medical center upon completing your mission for your compensation-Sergeant Rikel.'

By the time I finished reading this message, I was seeing red due to the sheer audacity of these DAMN MERCENARIES! How dare they desecrate the sacred burial grounds of Ajunta Pall! The first ever Sith Lord! I will see to it that these artifacts are recovered and the mercenaries eliminated!

...You know, my newfound rage kind of makes me feel like a certain idiot with a short fuse. Back when I was younger, and before I ever became a citizen of the Sith empire.

A certain someone whose name I shall not mention at this time!

But anyway, the point is that I'm going to march right into that tomb and take care of every last one of these mercenaries! Once I acquire my new warblade, of course. These foolish mercs will wish they'd never chosen to loot a tomb belonging to a Sith Lord as they become nothing more than rust on my blade! I pocketed the datapad as a way to track my mission objective and drew my blade as I trudged deeper into the tomb. It wasn't long before I'd stumbled across an encampment of mercenaries.

It appears to be at least twenty mercs strong, all Humans, and each of them is armed with a blaster or a Vibroblade. They're not as stupid as strong as a Sith, mind you, and they certainly have the numbers advantage, but they're definitely overconfident for not placing sentries around the perimeter of their camp. I see no evidence of the stolen artifacts, but this is a good time to purge the tomb of these no good grave robbers who are infesting the sacred tomb of the mighty Ajunta Pall.

With a mighty roar, I Force Jumped behind the first two mercenaries, or grave robbers, or whatever you want to call them, and severed their heads from their bodies with a single slash from my blade. This alerted the other eighteen mercenaries as they drew their Vibroblades and blasters. As the ones with blasters opened fire, I ran at them while using my own weapon to deflect their blaster fire as though they were no more lethal than a bunch of disgusting spitballs. Like a mighty Lion on the hunt I tore through every enemy that came my way.

I cut off the hands of all of the mercs who were shooting me with blasters right before ending their miserable existences by slashing them across their necks and slitting their throats. The last things to exit their mouths were gargling sounds as they choked on their own blood just like the K'lor'slugs that I killed earlier. Oh sure, those who had Vibroblades tried to fight back, but I unleashed a mighty Force Roar that nearly blew the flesh off their collective bones and stunned them good! In fact, it actually did peel the flesh off the bones of one of the weaker mercs and killed him instantly. Now his corpse looks like some sort of human banana that's had the skin peeled away, what with how I can now see the bones of his arms, part of his skull, his upper legs, and the center of his ribcage.

...Eww!... I think his heart was still beating for about a minute after!...

Anyway, while they were stunned I bisected two of them at the waist before cutting another in half down the middle with a downward slash. Finally, I focused the Force to my legs to increase my speed and ran my blade through the hearts of the remaining mercs, turning them into a human shish-kabob. Well, almost all of them.

One of them managed to recover in time and got out of the way before attempting to cut my hands off. But I let go of my weapon and jumped back in time to dodge before picking up a discarded Vibroblade from one of the now dead mercs. With a mighty leap, it was over as I stabbed the totally unprepared man through his skull, spilling blood, brain matter and bone fragments all over the floor. I left the weapon in the now dead merc's head as I spotted something in the corner of the encampment. Several durasteel crates that look ready to be shipped out. I wonder…

Jogging to the crates I pry one open and find exactly what I'm looking for. The artifacts that were looted by those mercenaries. This was actually a clever move on the looters' part, hiding the artifacts in crates used for transporting rations. No one would ever think to look for anything truly valuable in one of those. After making sure I have them all, I put them in my storage area and leave for the ancient armory.

About ten, maybe fifteen minutes later, hard to tell because this tomb is a FREAKING MAZE, I walked into a room lined with ten coffins containing droids that are clearly ancient. In fact, these machines appear to have withstood the test of time quite well. But more to the point, resting on a near empty weapon rack is a single Sith Warblade of ancient design. I could sense right away that it is meant for me. The Force tells me so. Throwing away my current Vibroblade, I cautiously made my way towards the weapon in case of any possible traps. Once I reached the weapon rack I took a moment to inspect the weapon in question.

It is a large blade that almost resembles a broadsword or perhaps a claymore like the ones back on Earth. A double-edged monstrosity of a sword with the blade being as black as coal, and forged at a length of thirty six inches with a width of eight inches. Much larger than any sword I've ever trained with. In the fuller of the blade there are red markings which are actually carvings of a phrase written in the ancient Sith language. 'There is only passion', it reads. The hilt of the weapon itself is not elegant in the slightest, but it doesn't need to be. It's a weapon forged for only one purpose: killing all enemies who stand in the way of its wielder.

I pulled the blade out of its resting place and gave it a couple of test swings. Despite being the same size as a Vibroblade, this thing has proven to be much heavier. By my estimate, it likely weighs about twenty pounds in total. If I'm going to use this thing effectively, I'll need to train in it. I sheathed the blade at my hip for easier access until I am confident enough that I can draw it quickly and effectively from my back. I'm definitely keeping this after my trials. Perhaps I can put it to good use in some way.

But as I began walking away I sensed danger. As quick as I could, I backflipped just in time to avoid blaster fire that took out one of the ten droids that suddenly activated, landed behind the shooter in question, and managed to slice the droid's head clean off its shoulders. It fell to the ground as it was deactivated for good, and now I find myself about to fight eight more droids all at once. The other eight droids opened fire upon me and with little difficulty, despite the weight of my new Warblade, I deflected all of the blaster bolts and destroyed the right remaining droids as their own blaster bolts pretty much turned them into shredded cheese.

'Tremel must have placed these droids here as a trap to ensure I was the one to claim the Warblade. Though I have to admit, he was right. This thing is way more powerful than my old Vibroblade!'

Well, regardless of the circumstances I've got what I came for. Time for me to get out of this tomb and report to Overseer Tremel at the Sith Academy.

Third Person POV.

Izuku spent a good three hours attempting to navigate his way through the maze that is the Tomb of Ajunta Pall. And throughout that time he continued to purge the tomb of all mercenaries that had been hired to steal Sith artifacts, as well as killing off any K'lor'slugs that had managed to avoid being buried alive in their recently destroyed egg chambers. And with each new foe he brought down, Izuku grew more and more accustomed to his new warblade.

Eventually, he found his way out of the tomb. As he exited the maze of eternal darkness, as he has mentally dubbed the tomb, he had to close his eyes due to the bright sunlight. Once his eyes adjusted, he took in the sight of the Sith Academy. A massive structure that will be his home during his trials. Taking a deep breath, Izuku climbed up the ramps built on the slope leading up from the exit/entrance to the tomb. His first order of business was to see Sergeant Rikel and report his involvement in the annihilation of the tomb looters. He found the man overseeing a few rookie troopers who were in the middle of target practice.

He cleared his throat to get the large, muscular man's attention. The Sergeant seemed surprised that a Sith Acolyte had recovered the stolen artifacts, likely believing that one or more of his soldiers would complete the task. Still, he doesn't seem ungrateful.

"I've taken care of your problem with the looters in the tomb." Izuku reported as he handed over the stolen artifacts.

"Ah. Then I'll assume my men are dead." Sergeant Rikel said to himself before addressing Izuku. "Even so, you've done us a great service. Their loss is your gain, I suppose."

Izuku gave a nod and said "I am most thankful."

"Yes Sir." acknowledged the Sergeant.

With that job done, Izuku made his way up the ramp that leads to the entrance of the Sith academy. The building itself was imposing enough, but the sheer dark energy he felt coming from the place was almost overwhelming. He can safely say that he doesn't at all like this cold, dark, gloomy atmosphere. If only there were more Sith who were like him. Still Sith, but Sith who preferred to take a more light side approach to how they do things instead of just slaughtering everyone for the hell of it.

Darth Malgus did say that Izuku could teach the Sith a thing or two about that.

But as he got lost in his thoughts, Izuku was intercepted by a Sith Pureblood woman wearing a red version of overseer Tremel's outfit. She has red skin like most of her species do, dark red almost black hair that's done up rather neatly, and the most intimidating red eyes that he has ever seen. And yet, at the same time, they seem to only enhance her natural beauty. She has a feminine yet athletic figure due to her obvious lifestyle as a warrior, and the four facial growths only seem to make her more attractive to Izuku.

"Acolyte, I am Loun. I am the Assistant Overseer in charge of aiding Tremel in his training of Sith Warriors such as yourself. And I come with a message." she said. "Overseer Tremel can teach you the ways of the Sith, but not all of the skills. For that there are specialists in the academy. Overseer Tremel wishes you to meet them and learn what you can."

"As you say, Assistant Overseer. Where do I find them?" Izuku asked while showing respect.

"You will find the best trainers in the academy's archives. You are expected there shortly." Loun directed.

Izuku bowed to the assistant overseer in thanks before heading off. After asking one of the honor guards for directions to Tremel's office, he came across two men around his age. Maybe a little older. One was shorter than the other, but was still taller than Izuku. He had red hair that was cut real short in what appears to be cornrows, though it's hard to tell. He's also built with a similar muscle structure to Tremel, showing that he has strength. The other man is bald with a tattoo on his face, and is a walking behemoth with bulging muscles that are built for both strength, and for showing off. Kind of like a bodybuilder. He also has a beard as his facial hair which is a light brown color.

"Hey there, acolyte. Hold on a moment. Let me get a look at you." said the shorter of the two as Izuku walked up to them. "Hmm. So you're Overseer Tremel's secret weapon, huh? Impressive, to be sure. Afraid the old man waited too long to make his move, though."

Izuku narrowed his eyes. He already didn't like this guy, and he doesn't even know the guy's name yet. And from his attitude, he's reminded of Bakugo and how arrogant and full of himself he was.

"Who are you?" Izuku asked.

"I'm Vemrin, and unlike you I've fought and bled for everything I have. I demand respect." he said with a slight growl.

"This is a big place, Vemrin. There's more than enough room for both of us." Izuku said as he tried to diffuse the situation.

Something he's all too used to doing whenever he was made a living punching bag by Bakugo. He still feels the phantom pains from those explosion enhanced punches and kicks that the bastard had used on him.

"I'm glad to hear you say that. There's plenty of room for you behind me." Vemrin said in a slight condescending manner. "If Overseer Tremel had made his move a year ago, when I first arrived, you might have had a chance. But now - too little, too late."

"This is ridiculous, Vemrin. Let's just kill this broccoli head and hide the body." said the larger man.

Izuku raised an eyebrow at what he'd said. This definitely makes him seem like he's all muscle and no brains. Dumb as a brick. Although being called 'broccoli head'? That's a new one.

"We're not on Balmorra anymore, Dolgis. There are rules. Traditions. We'll leave the shortcuts to overseer Tremel and his last pathetic hope here." Vemrin said to his lackey.

"You're not very good with people, are you?" quipped Izuku.

"You're not funny. Just pathetic. And you've been warned." Vemrin said as he brushed off the quip. "Coming, Dolgis?"

"Be right there, Vemrin." Dolgis said.

While Vemrin went on ahead to whatever it was he should have been doing, Dolgis got up in Izuku's face and tried to intimidate him. Which is not working as much as he thinks it is.

"Listen to me, you useless broccoli head. Acolytes aren't allowed to murder each other. But accidents happen. It isn't murder without witnesses. No more warnings. Vemrin's the alpha monster here. You go after Vemrin, you die."

Having said his piece, the lumbering brute known as Dolgis started walking to catch up with Vemrin. All while totally unaware of Izuku pulling down his lower eyelid and blowing a silent raspberry in his direction. Immature, he knows. But he wasn't intimidated in the slightest by what Dolgis said to him. After composing himself, he continued on his way to Tremel's office. It took a minute of walking, but he found his way. And upon arrival he saw the overseer speaking with a young woman with a set of three scars on her face. Izuku saw that she shares many physical traits with Tremel, such as skin tone, hair color, and eye color. It's possible that they're of blood relation.

"Good, you've returned. You seem to be in one piece." Tremel said upon noticing Izuku. "Tell me, how do you like your new blade?"

"Just take a look. I've already bloodied it." Izuku said as he jabbed his thumb at the weapon.

"What are you doing, father? I only just got my warblade, and I've been here six months." the young woman asked incredulously.

"I have my reasons, Eskella. And you will not breathe a word of this to anyone. Do you hear?" Tremel said with a hint of warning in his voice.

The girl seemed to know better than to argue with the overseer any further, and was quick to back down.

"Yes. Yes, father." she said in resignation.

"Acolyte, this is Eskella, my daughter. She's one of the advanced students here. On her way to becoming Sith. If she minds herself." Tremel said.

Izuku gave Eskella a nod of greeting. It looks like he was right about her sharing blood relation with Tremel. Still, he can tell from her body language that she's anything but happy with the situation. If anything, she's furious.

"I'll keep quiet about your new charge, father. But I won't be there if whatever you're planning blows up in your face." growled Eskella.

And without another word, she stomped out of her father's office brushing past Izuku as she did.. Tremel could only sigh at his daughter's behavior. But he knows and understands that he is to blame for her outburst. He'll have to sit down and have a talk with her, father to daughter later.

"Don't mind her. She's just sore that I'm keeping secrets. She growls, but she's loyal." Tremel said upon seeing Izuku's expression. "Now, I thought I heard Vemrin's voice in the adjacent chamber before you arrived. Did he make his move so soon?"

"He just introduced himself to me." Izuku said with a shrug.

Tremel assumed a sort of thinking pose as he put a hand to his chin. Clearly, he was expecting something like this, but not quite this soon.

"If he didn't attack, he must not fully comprehend the threat you represent. Good, good. Still, I'd hoped we'd have more time. Vemrin's not the type to sniff around too long before trying to take a bite." Tremel said.

"Do you mind if I ask why you seem to be so against Vemrin? What did he ever do to you?" Izuku asked.

He was genuinely curious about this whole situation and Tremel's dislike for Vemrin. Sure, he came off as a total jerk when he met him, but he's not going to let his opinions of anybody be based solely off of first impressions.

"It is not simply about what he's done to me, acolyte. It's about what his mere presence does to the Sith as a whole." Tremel said as he answered Izuku's question.

The green haired young man raised an eyebrow at this rather vague answer, so Tremel proceeded to explain what he meant in further detail.

"You see, in a drive for sheer numbers, the criteria for academy admittance has been relaxed. Now anyone with Force sensitivity is allowed entrance. Vemrin is mixed blood. The invisible rot that eats away at the foundation of the Empire. He must not be allowed to advance."

This explanation made a certain sense to Izuku, even if he doesn't like it, as the Empire was founded upon certain families that have great strength in the Force, but it also made him curious and somewhat doubtful of his own place in the Sith. He only discovered his own Force sensitivity when he was first found by the Empire five years ago and allowed to be made a citizen. He doesn't even know how pure his bloodline is.

"Don't worry, acolyte. I have done extensive research on your family tree, and you are from one of the few pure families left in the Empire who retain a powerful connection to the Force. Something that makes you more worthy than Vemrin to become Sith.." Tremel said as he eased his new charge's worries. "Unfortunately, Vemrin's caught the eye of Darth Baras, one of the most influential Sith Lords. He's being groomed to be Baras's new apprentice. As Darth Baras's apprentice, the power at Vemrin's fingertips will be considerable. He could change the Sith for the worse."

These words caused Izuku to harden his resolve quickly. He straightened himself up and gave Tremel a salute as though he were a well-trained soldier from the U.S. military. Something that, while confusing, was not unwelcome to Tremel. It just showed that his new charge has great respect for his superiors.

"I won't let you down!" declared Izuku.

"At ease, acolyte. Something in my gut tells me that you will go beyond even the strongest Sith of the current generation. You must proceed to your next trial immediately. I want you to interrogate three prisoners in the academy jails and decide their fates. Consider each criminal's story carefully. The decisions you make will be scrutinized, so let your passions guide your judgements." Tremel instructed.

"Of course. I will handle it." Izuku said with a nod.

"Go to the academy prison. Speak to head jailer Knash and report to me when you've passed judgement on the prisoners." Tremel said as he provided further instructions.

Nodding to show he understood, Izuku walked out of Tremel's office and started making his way to the academy jails. After asking one of the honor guards where he might find it, it only took him about ten minutes to reach the place. But as he entered the jails he overheard the last of a conversation between a balding man, who Izuku assumed to be head jailer Knash, and a blue skinned Rutian Twi'lek woman in a jail cell.

"One more chirp from you, little bird, and you'll regret it." Knash threatened.

"Chirp. Chirp, chirp." quipped the Twi'lek woman.

But it seems as though Knash was able to make good on his promise to make her regret that. He took out the control for the Twi'lek's shock collar and pressed a button. The result was several volts of electricity being sent through her system. It wasn't lethal, but it was definitely more than enough to cause her body to spasm and make her cry out from the pain.

"Ow! Jerk. If you don't like that, just say so. I can do other animals, too. Dire-Cat, Frog-Dog, Kowakian Monkey-Lizard, you name it." she said once the shocks had stopped.

"Can you do a Rancor?" Izuku asked with a grin.

A grin which the Twi'lek woman reciprocated before she proceeded to do a rather accurate Rancor growl. Izuku applauded her for her performance.

"Bravo! Bravissimo! Encore!" cheered Izuku.

"Thank you, thank you! I'll be here all week!" the Twi'lek quipped.

"Nice to see you find her so amusing. I'm jailer Knash. I run these cells and slave pits. You're the acolyte Tremel sent for the test, right? Hrmph. He thinks highly of you." Knash said.

While Izuku was touched that his teacher has faith in his abilities, unlike the ones he dealt with back on Earth, he wasn't about to get distracted. He has a trial to finish, and an apprenticeship to earn. And he intends to do just that.

"Then I shall repay his faith by sticking to my mission." he said simply.

"You should know this situation is highly unusual. Normally, an acolyte goes offworld for the interrogation. Overseer Tremel had these three shipped in for you." Knash explained as he gestured to three different prison cells. "He thinks you're the next coming of Exar Kun. But you ought to know, Tremel ain't the only one paying attention to you. Now, these three prisoners have been transferred here for your inspection. You gotta interrogate them as needed, and then decide their fate. The convicted are usually executed or given a trial by combat to see if they're worthy. Whatever you decide, you will be the one to carry out the sentence."

"As it should be." commented Lincoln.

"Hrmph. Fine, let's get started. This one on the left-"

"You freaks aren't getting anything new out of me. Just do whatever you're gonna do." the first prisoner growled as she interrupted Knash.

She's a human woman who looks to be in her mid to late twenties. Her face is covered in bruises and spots of dried blood, clear proof that she has been interrogated much more harshly before Lincoln arrived. But the white haired young man wasn't backing down, and tried to reason with her.

"You can talk to me, or one of the Inquisitors. And trust me, I have a much sunnier disposition." Izuku said with a not so hidden threat.

Not that he'd actually torture this woman. She looks like she's been through enough recently.

But the prisoner just scoffed at him.

"Get lost. I've been through this routine. I already know all your Inquisitors by name."

"Impudent to the last." sighed Knash. "As I was saying, she was sent to kill an imperial spy in the Yavin system. Throughout her torture, she maintained that she was hired anonymously."

"Get it through your damn head - I didn't know he was imperial, and I don't know who hired me." the prisoner all but shouted.

"So, you're telling me you're not a Republic assassin?" asked Izuku.

"I'm not political. I work for whoever pays." she said with a growl.

"The point is, she doesn't deny the charge. So, now you must decide - execution or trial by combat. Which do you choose?" Knash asked.

He was fully prepared for this kid to either kill the prisoner with his own two hands, or offer her a warblade so that she might fight for her life. But he certainly wasn't expecting the words that soon left Izuku's mouth.

"Neither, actually. She could prove useful. Send her to Imperial Intelligence."

"Wait, you're… you're giving me a job?" the prisoner asked, clearly as surprised as Knash, or even more so.

"The Empire will require assassins. People who can slip past enemy lines, blend in among the people, and take down our enemies from the inside. You will undergo training to become an Imperial operative and will receive compensation for your services as well as be given the chance to move up in the ranks." Izuku told the woman.

"Huh, you spared her. Interesting." Knash said as he stroked his beard in thought.

He quickly waved over two agents to escort the woman to Imperial Intelligence where she will begin her new life. If Knash was being honest with himself, he never would have thought to do that. He escorted Izuku to the next cell to continue the trial.

Next up was a man who was wearing Sith Warrior armor, albeit much more beatup than it should be. He's a much older gentleman who has some visible cybernetic enhancements in his face. These show that he turned himself at least into a partial cyborg.

"Please, I am a fellow Sith, judge me with an open mind and grant me trial by combat. I beg you." the man begged.

"And who are you supposed to be?" Izuku asked crossing his arms.

"This pile of waste is Devotek. Once a valued Sith champion, until he botched an important mission and caused a thousand imperial deaths. Now look at him." Knash explained.

"I served faithfully for twenty-four years, then one mistake and they threw me away. Now I have been left here to rot." Devotek said in self-pity. "Please, let me feel the weight of a weapon once more."

Izuku merely narrowed his eyes. He can sense that fire in Devotek's heart. The one that burns with strength and passion like a true Sith Warrior. But it was slowly dying out as Devotek continues to wallow in self-pity. His choice is a clear one.

"You don't deserve a trial by combat. And killing you would be like nothing more than a slap on the wrist." said Izuku. "No, I think I'll leave you in here to stew in your anger. Maybe someday those flames that made you such a powerful warrior will reignite themselves."

"Damn you! DAMN YOU!" roared Devotek as he rattled the bars of his cell.

Needless to say, Knash was quite impressed. He chuckled a little when the reality of what the kid said finally sunk in.

"Hrmph. And I thought death was the ultimate punishment. You keep surprising me, kid." Knash said.

"I'll take that as a compliment." quipped Izuku.

"Hrmph. Well this last prisoner's a bit of a puzzle. He's called Brehg, and he's a jittery little wretch, suspected of supplying forged documents for Republic agents. Strangely enough, he maintains his innocence despite being severely tortured." Knash explained.

In the final cell is an alien that is clearly male, and is a member of a species known as the Neimoidians. He has hands that have two fingers and one thumb, grey skin, and red eyes with horizontal pupils like those of a frog or a goat. And he certainly was quite the jittery one, shaking like a leaf out of fear. An obvious sign that he's been severely tortured.

"That's because innocent I am. Believe me you gotta - I had nothing to do with forging no papers. Set up. I was set up!" Brehg said in his native language.

Fortunately for Izuku, he's wearing a universal translator in his ear so he can understand what Brehg is saying. He hasn't quite learned all of the languages of the many sentient life forms out there in the galaxy yet, so he's going to need it for certain situations like this one.

"Are you trying to tell me you've led a clean life?" Izuku asked.

"Well, that I never said. Did some time, I did, in a Republic jail for forgery, so I was the perfect candidate to implicate in this." Brehg admitted. "But straight I've been since getting out, I swear!"

The head jailer hummed and stroked his beard in thought.

"Hrmph. He's never wavered from that line, and the evidence is circumstantial. I suppose it's actually possible he didn't do it." Knash begrudgingly admitted.

"You say there's evidence?" Izuku inquired.

"Yes. But like I said, it's circumstantial at best." Knash replied.

Hearing a confirmation that the evidence is all circumstantial, he made his choice on what to do with Brehg. After all, even the Force itself was telling him that this man is innocent and should not be forced to endure any more suffering for a crime he didn't commit.

"Then allow him to go free. He shouldn't be imprisoned for a crime he didn't commit." Izuku ordered.

Neither the head jailer nore the Nemoidian could believe their ears.

"Did I just hear you say what I think I heard you say?" asked Brehg who thought it was almost too good to be true. "There's some justice in the world. Thanks to you!"

"Freedom, huh? That's a new one." commented Knash with surprise and awe evident in his voice.

Brehg was all too happy to follow the two guards who began to escort him out of the jails and too the landing pad where he would board a shuttle to leave Korriban behind. Possibly for good.

"Hrmph. Well, that's that. You're an interesting one, Kid. I can see why people are keeping tabs on you. Head head back to Overseer Tremel, see what he thinks of your choices." Knash instructed.

Izuku nodded and started to make his way out of the jails, though he stopped as he arrived at the Twi'lek's cell. Smiling at her, Izuku bowed his head in greeting and thanks.

"Thank you for giving me a warm welcome. This academy needs more people with your particular sense of humor." he said.

"Thanks. It's nice to see a Sith who's not all about hatred and murder." she said back. "Hopefully we'll meet again soon."

Izuku nodded as he heard the slight trace of hope in her tone of voice. He was quick to ease her mind.

"Sooner than you think, if I have anything to say about it." he said. "My name is Midoriya Izuku. Just call me Izuku. I'll see you around…"

"Vette. You can call me Vette." the Twi'lek woman responded.

Izuku nodded with a smile as he bid Vette farewell. He knows what he's doing tomorrow morning.

***To Be Continued…***

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