*I do not own the rights to The Loud House, or Star Wars: The Old Republic. I do, however, play the game whenever I get a chance.*

Dialogue Key

"May the Force be with you." = Regular Speech

'May the Force be with you.' = Someone Thinking

"May the Force be with you." = Someone Yelling

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…

Prologue

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 sixteen or seventeen years old. He has well groomed white hair which is very unusual for one to have at such a young age. Must be difficult for him to find hair care products that work for him. Anyway, he also has skin that's pale, but not so pale that he appears sick or albino, and his eyes are a brown color. He has a thin but strong frame and is obviously not the tallest guy on the planet being at slightly below average height for his age. 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. 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."

"I won't disappoint you." the white haired young man said.

"Good. I risked a lot to make this happen." Tremel said before giving a small speech. "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."

"Sounds like a plan." Tremel's new student said in agreement.

"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.

But the white 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 ana 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."

The white haired lad 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, but he's not stupid. He knows that real life combat and training simulations are two totally different things.

He'll need a better weapon if he is going to defeat his adversaries in the future.

"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. But as he hopped on he asked his student something.

"By the way, what is your name? I don't believe I was ever told."

The white haired boy crossed his arms and held his head up high.

"My name is Lincoln, overseer. Lincoln Loud."

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

And with introductions out of the way, the overseer sped off on his speeder towards the Sith academy, leaving Lincoln behind to collect his Warblade. Lincoln just grinned a rather bloodthirsty grin as he began to make his way to the tomb.

Time for a bloodbath…

Lincoln'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 Lincoln. Lincoln Loud. Although I don't really consider myself part of the Loud family anymore. Not after a certain incident involving a serious need for personal space, a stupid superstition, and a prank gone horribly wrong.

I'll give you all the full story about what happened later. Right now, I have a trial to complete and a warblade to find.

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.

"Speak freely, Sergeant." I said.

No sense making the man's day harder than it already has been. After all, he's done nothing to piss me off yet.

"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. After all, if it weren't for him I'd still be running simple training drills instead of seeing actual combat.

"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 grinned at the prospect of bloodying my weapon once again, even if it is against a bunch of simple creatures such as these K'lor'slugs. 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 in anticipation as a bloodthirsty grin creeped onto my face.

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... 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 lifeforms 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 FILTHY 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, this whole using violence to solve my problems thing kind of makes me feel like I'm no better than a certain jock who threatened me with a baseball bat to attend one of her games. Back when I was younger, and before I ever became a citizen of the Sith empire.

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.

...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.'

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.

***To Be Continued…***

I've been reading a bunch of Loud House stories that take place either during or after the events of the episode "No Such Luck", and despite not really caring much for the Loud House, I figured I'd give it a try. I have a poll posted on my profile, so I want you all to cast your votes and tell me: Which path as a Sith Warrior do you want Lincoln to follow?

The path of the Sith Juggernaut, or the path of the Sith Marauder?

Be sure to cast your votes, and I'll see you all in my next chapter! You have until Lincoln finally leaves Korriban to cast your votes, so please do so! Every vote counts!

Can't stop, gotta run! See ya!