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Dialogue Key
"I wish Vicky had a fish head!" = Regular Speech
'Oh great! The wand not working 'PBBLPT!' noise!' = Someone's Thoughts
"May the Force be with you." = Someone Yelling
The Sith Academy! Trial of Interrogation!
***Third Person POV.***
It didn't take Timmy too long to find his way out of the tomb of Ajunta Pall. In his pocket is a stone carving given to him by Spindrall after his trial, which likely is meant to represent the mark of his approval. The only way he'll know is when he gives it to Harkun. Since the other acolytes got a head start, it's more than likely he'll be the last one to show up again. Not that he really cares. He's always been known to be fashionably late to certain events. Though he does wish his old friend, Mark Chaang, an alien from Ukopotamia, was here to see all of this. He'd surely love all of the death and destruction that the Sith bring about wherever they go.
Although, probably not.
First things first, though, he has to speak with Captain Rikel about the looters in the tomb, and return the Sith Artifacts that were stolen. He wasn't too hard to find, simply standing around in what looks like a small merchant bazaar.
"I have taken care of your problem with the looters in the tomb." Timmy said as he handed the man the artifacts.
"Ah. Then I'll assume my men are dead. Even so, you have done us a great service. Their loss is your gain, I suppose." said the Captain.
"I am most grateful." Timmy said.
And he really was.
"Yes sir."
With his work done, Timmy made his way up the ramp to the Sith Academy. The building itself is imposing, to say the least, and he can feel pure dark side energy radiating from inside the structure. But as he walked through the entrance, he was stopped by a man with well-groomed black hair, brown eyes, and pale skin. He was wearing traditional robes of a Sith Inquisitor, but holds about as much arrogance as Harkun.
"You must be one of the slaves Harkun brought in. It's easy to see why he was so horrified." the man said. "Regardless, I am Assistant Overseer Markan, and I come bearing a message from Lord Zash to all new acolytes currently under Harkun's tutelage. All new acolytes are to learn martial skills as well as finish their trials. Though, why anyone thinks you can be taught is beyond me."
Timmy just crossed his arms as he glared at the man. He can sense that Markan is only just barely as strong as Harkun in the ways of the Force. He can tell that this guy is no real threat. So he decided to give a little quip.
"I hope my instructors are a bit more learned than you."
"Someone with a bit less pull, you mean?" Markan asked before scoffing . "Not for all the credits in the world. You will find the academy's instructors in the library. Hurry, and try not to embarrass your betters."
Timmy didn't like the guy's attitude, so he grabbed him in a Force Choke and levitated him a few feet off the ground, catching the attention of several members of the Academy. Teachers and new acolytes alike. They watched with interest, but they didn't think any deaths were going to occur just yet. With Markan still clawing at his throat, barely able to breathe, Timmy brought him just a smidge closer as his eyes practically glowed with hate.
"You know something, Markan? I had a teacher like you once. Someone who always put me down for the littlest of things. Who always seemed to target me for no apparent reason. But I'm telling you now - I am no longer a slave! And I will not tolerate anyone treating me as such! Not you! Not one of the academy's many overseers! And most certainly not that bastard Harkun! Your life is literally in my hands now, and you should just be lucky that I don't decide to kill you!"
Timmy smirked as a rather devious idea entered his mind.
"However…"
He slowly reared back his foot…
"...That doesn't mean I won't cause any physical harm."
...And slammed it right between Markan's legs as hard as he could! As he released the man from the Force Choke, Markan made a sound of "Oooooooohhhh!" as he crumpled to the ground clutching his genitals, his voice seeming to rise by several octaves. Timmy simply walked away as the witnesses laughed at the arrogant man's misfortune. The overseers tried to hide their mirth with little success while the acolytes were just outright rolling on the floor laughing their asses off.
One of the overseers in particular, a female Sith Pureblood of average build with crimson red skin, dark red hair done up neatly with a couple of curly bangs framing her face. Unlike Timmy, who has no facial growths, this woman has four bony growths. One above each eye where her eyebrows would be, and one on either side of her chin. She's wearing a red and white version of the standard Sith Warrior's armor.
"I really must thank you, Slave… no, acolyte." she said to Timmy as she approached him, correcting herself. "Markan is so much like that ugly fool, Harkun. Arrogant to the point of having a stick the size of one of the many statues on Korriban up his arse. It's not even funny anymore. What you did there was, in my opinion, the only way to truly humiliate him and knock him off his high horse."
Timmy nodded as he knows quite a few people from his old world that could do with a serious wakeup call.
"Thanks. I was simply doing what I thought needed to be done." Timmy said. "Would you please direct me to where the trainers are supposed to be? I'm afraid I have absolutely no idea where I'm going."
The woman laughed a bit at his blatant honesty. She finds his attitude to be a refreshing change from the ever present arrogance and pride that seems to be plaguing this academy.
"Of course. You will find the instructors up on the second floor of the academy. Simply go up those stairs and keep going straight as you reach the top. You'll find the library at the end of the hall." she explained. "Although, if I were you, I would go and see Overseer Harkun first. Just make a right hand turn as you come across the obelisk in the center of the main room."
"Thank you very much, miss…"
"Loun. Assistant Overseer Loun. I aid Overseer Tremel in the training of Sith Warriors here in the Academy. And I must say…"
Loun took Timmy's hand in hers and gave him a rather flirty grin and wink as she leaned in close.
"You are a worthy partner."
She released Timmy's hand and walked away to get some other work done, a subtle yet noticeable sway in her hips aimed in Timmy's direction. Timmy himself was speechless at her actions, and felt something in his palm. Opening his hand he found a folded piece of paper, which he didn't think people in this universe used anymore. Opening it, he found that it was a note.
'If/when you complete your trials and become apprenticed to Lord Zash, call me. We'll do lunch.'
'-Assistant Overseer Loun.'
And there was an arrow drawn next to her signature pointing to what must be her comm link number. Timmy couldn't help but grin as he carefully refolded the note and placed it in his pocket. After his own bad luck when it comes to girls, this is a rather refreshing experience.
'I suppose I'm not so undesirable to the female populace after all. I just needed to stop trying to fit in with the rich/popular crowd.'
And so, with his spirits high, he followed Loun's directions to Harkun's office. He's got trials to complete.
***Timmy's POV.***
"Ah, the last one. Always the latecomer." Harkun said as I strode in. "Now we can see what the hermit thinks of you slime."
We handed him the carvings we got from Spindrall and the overseer looked them over with a critical eye, obviously searching for some sort of difference in the carvings that would probably be a difference in Spindrall's opinion of us. When he hummed at one of the stone carvings, he looked towards the one female of our group.
"Acolyte Kory. Step forward, please." Harkun ordered.
I've got a bad feeling about this already. It's like the Force is giving me a warning.
"Y-Yes, Overseer." stuttered Kory as she stepped up.
It seems like she can sense whatever is about to happen as well.
"You are a weak, pathetic rodent and even a lunatic like Spindrall can see this." Kory looked ashamed at Harkun's words. "And that means…"
Oh no! Without missing a beat, I drew my Vibroblade and jumped in front of Kory just in time to block the blast of Force Lightning. I grit my teeth so hard they felt like they were gonna crack under the pressure as my weapon only served to act as a conductor for the lightning. But I wasn't about to let up. However, it seems as though Harkun has just realized that he's not shocking his intended target, and stopped his attack.
"Slave! What do you think you're doing?" barked Harkun.
I just laughed dryly as my weapon fell to pieces in my hands and fell to the floor. I myself sank to one knee, but I'll be alright. I've been shocked worse every time Poof burped when he was first born. A painful experience, but it seems to have given me a greater resistance to electric shocks and lightning based attacks.
"Yeah… What AM I doing?" I asked aloud as a rhetorical question. "Maybe I just don't like seeing you interfering in the trials by killing someone who already has so much untapped potential."
I rose to one knee as my yellow eyes hardened.
"Or maybe I see a bit of who I once was in this girl. All I know is that I won't allow you to kill her because you get off on it, Harkun!" I growled. "However, as this is the Sith Academy, and weakness is not something that is really tolerated here, I'll strike you a deal."
Despite his anger, Harkun kept himself from lashing out. Especially at the mention of a deal. And I don't know if I'm right or not, but something tells me that he's not normally a gambling man.
"I'm listening…" he said.
"I still need to go through all of my trials to become Sith. If I fail even one of these trials, then you are free to strike me down where I stand and I won't put up a struggle. You may even kill Kory if you so desire, should this happen."
Harkun seemed to mull over my offer. On one hand, he doesn't really like how I saved Kory like that, but on the other hand he'll be allowed to kill us both should I fail the trials. Seems like it'll kill two birds with one stone.
"Very well. You've got a deal." Harkun said.
We shook on it to seal the deal, and I took my place back among the other acolytes. Kory stayed as close to me as possible, seeming to feel safest in my presence. Not that I blame her after the stunt Harkun tried to pull.
"Meet our newcomer, Ffon Althe. This is real Sith strength, and he will tear you apart and crush your bones, slaves." Harkun said arrogantly. "Look on him!"
We all looked at this other Sith Pureblood in fancy Sith robes. Clearly Harkun, and possibly someone else, has high expectations for this guy.
"No connections left in the world but pure Sith blood! This - this is Lord Zash's future apprentice! Not filth like you!" Harkun declared.
And of course, I wanted to have some fun after his little stunt with trying to kill poor Kory. But not through being a smart alec this time.
"We'll see how tough he is out in the tombs. Alone. With just me and my blade for company." I said before glancing at my broken weapon.
Hey, even a broken weapon can be effective in the right circumstances.
"Step this way, slave. I want to speak to you privately." Harkun said seemingly unaffected by my words. "The rest of you get out of here. You know your trials. You too, Ffon. Spindrall awaits."
So Harkun's little pet hasn't even spoken to Spindrall yet. Wow, this guy is starting to remind me of Remy Bucksaplenty. An arrogant snob who got just about everything handed to him on a silver platter because of his money. Only this version is a lot more bloodthirsty. Still, I did as Harkun instructed and moved to stand in front of his desk while Kory chose to remain as close to me as possible.
"Now, listen to me. Spindrall is a lunatic. His approval means nothing. You are filth and you will die. Is that clear?" Harkun said.
No doubt trying to fill my mind with doubt. But I'm not one to be intimidated by this guy. Honestly, Jorgen is a lot scarier than this guy, and with good reason too. He's the toughest Fairy in the universe and has years of military training that makes him deadly in a fight.
"You think you scare me?" I challenged. "I've seen scarier things at flea markets. Like actual brains in glass jars. Or even parasitic leeches being held in captivity just waiting to break free, latch on to an unsuspecting victim, and drain them of every last ounce of blood in their veins."
"That's… oddly specific." Harkun said, no doubt disturbed by that imagery.
But he quickly recomposed himself.
"However, you're nothing. And don't you forget it. Now, your second trial: Lord Zash has requested a special trial for you, which you will no doubt fail. Go to Inquisitor Zyn in the jails. He will fill you in on the details, and most likely, hasten your demise. You may take Kory with you, if you so desire. It doesn't matter to me, as you both will, most likely die."
"Oh, don't count on my demise just yet, Harkun. I don't die easy." I said as I crossed my arms.
"Don't boast, slave." warned Harkun. "I don't want to see you again until you're back from the jails. That's all. Now, get out of here."
I didn't say anything in response. I just turned on my heel and walked out of Harkun's office while keeping Kory in front of me to protect her should Harkun try to pull a conniving sneak attack. Once we were out of earshot, Kory practically threw herself at me and buried her face in my chest. I heard her sobs as she said 'Thank you' over and over again. I just wrapped my arms around her and rubbed the distraught girl's back as I tried to comfort her.
"It's okay, it's okay. You're safe now." I said to her.
"I… I thought I was… was gonna…"
I just gently shushed Kory as I knew what she was going to say. To be honest, I wasn't sure if I would reach her in time when I acted. I don't even know what compelled me to do so. Maybe the Force was telling me that she is important to me somehow? I don't know, but I don't care for the reason right now.
After a few more minutes of crying, Kory broke the hug and wiped her tears away with her sleeves.
"I'm sorry… I…" Kory stuttered, seeming to feel ashamed of her earlier actions.
But I wasn't going to let her feel shame for crying after a near death experience.
"Hey, it's okay. Your reaction was a perfectly natural one, especially since you had a brush with death. But don't worry. I will help you tap into that untouched potential of yours and make you stronger." I said to her.
"What? Really?" she asked, seeming to not believe her ears.
"I swear upon the Force that I will do everything I can to make you one of the strongest Sith in existence."
Any doubts she had disappeared in that instant as she squealed and hugged me again. Swearing on the Force is the ultimate oath that any Force User can make. To break a Force Oath would mean instant death. I know. I've done my research. Slinging an arm over her shoulders, Kory and I began our walk to the jails after I asked a Dark Honor Guard for directions.
"You know something, Kory? I think that this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship." I said.
"I agree with you… I'm sorry, uh, what's your name?" she asked.
"I'm Timothy. But just call me Timmy, everyone does."
"Well, Timmy, I'm certainly glad that I got to meet a guy like you." she said with a friendly smile that just makes her look downright adorable.
I just laughed and pat her on the back as we entered the jails. There we were met by an Inquisitor who is… well… for lack of a better term, fat. He's definitely getting on in years, with short gray hair and more defined wrinkles around his eyes and the corners of his mouth, but he's got strongly built limbs that give him an obese yet muscular appearance. On his eyes and around his mouth are reddish lines that are either tribal tattoos, or just plain makeup. I can't tell.
"Acolyte! You've arrived. And not a moment too soon." he said. "With a friend, I see."
I was deeply surprised to find this Sith's tone of voice to be kind and welcoming as opposed to angry, arrogant, or full of pride. Kory moved to hide behind me for fear of death, but Zyn simply chuckled.
"No need to worry, my dear, I'm not going to kill you. Like your friend here, I see much untapped potential in you. It would be a shame and a waste to kill you before it can be brought out." he assured which caused Kory to visibly relax. "Now, Acolyte, Harkun has given me very specific instructions. You were raised as a slave but must discard those traits and learn to control others. And I have just the task for that end."
Zyn pointed towards a part of the room where another acolyte was strapped to a metal torture table. Judging from the bruises and cuts, he's been through hell while in here.
"Meet this driveling excuse for an acolyte. He will be your victim." Zyn said.
The word victim didn't make me feel as uneasy as I thought it would. I guess I must have more rage to vent than I thought. Oh well. More fun for me, I suppose. Though, I can't help but ask…
"What's the situation here?"
"A short while ago, there was what we call an 'unauthorized murder' here in the academy. A rivalry among apprentices resulted in death." Zyn explained before he gave me my orders. "Interrogate him. Make him tell you who committed this crime at any cost."
I didn't even need to think before I gave my answer.
"I can absolutely do that."
"Excellent. Get to it then. I look forward to watching you work." Zyn said.
While Zyn and Kory watched from a distance, I walked to the acolyte and stood in front of him. The man grimaced in pain as he looked up at me. I can practically smell the fear wafting off of him like a decaying carcass about to be eaten by hyenas.
"Please, don't hurt me. I don't know anything." he said quickly.
A little too quickly if you ask me. I smirked as Force Lightning began to crackle within my hands.
"You don't even know why I'm here. To tell me that you don't know anything so quickly… that means you must know something. So tell me what it is." I said as I sent a wave of Force Lightning at him.
He screamed in agony as his body convulsed from the electricity. Of course, I was keeping my lightning at a low voltage. Just enough to cause pain, but not to kill. As I cut off the flow of Force Lightning, the weak acolyte started begging.
"Please. Don't do that again. I'll do anything…"
I just smirked evilly as my hands began to spark again.
"What shouldn't I do again? This?"
I sent another wave of Force Lightning, this time a higher voltage, making this worm scream in absolute agony. Once I ended it, he was far more willing to comply.
"STOP! Alright, I'll talk! He'll kill me, but I'll talk!" he said. "The murder is an apprentice named Essor Kayin. You have to protect me or he'll kill me."
I gave a sideways glance to Inquisitor Zyn. He seemed to see in my eyes what my intentions are and smirked as he gave a slight nod. I turned back to the acolyte and gathered more lightning within my hands. This first kill is going to be but one of many on my way to becoming Sith.
"Too bad for this Essor Kayin, he won't get that chance to kill you. Farewell, driveling worm!" I said as I shot off the highest voltage Force Lightning I could generate.
The effects were almost instantaneous. He screamed as he was electrified, but his screams were quickly silenced as he was charred black from the inside out. By the time I ended my attack, all that was left of the accused acolyte was a smoldering husk of skin, bones, and burnt cartilage.
Good riddance!
I went to report to Inquisitor Zyn and noted how he seems to be a little stressed. Maybe even a little bit disappointed. Did I not make the kill gory enough for him, or is it something else. He cut me off before I could utter a single syllable.
"You don't have to tell me - I heard the name loud and clear, though I sorely wish I hadn't: Essor Kayin. Kayin's master is a Dark Council member… I'd be a fool to oppose him." Zyn explained. "But anyway, your trial here is done. I will send my commendations to Overseer Harkun. You may return to him now."
"What are you going to do about the murderer?" I asked.
It seems unfair to me that the murderer will just get away scott free. Though if his master really is as high up in the political pecking order as he seems to be, then it seems unlikely that this guy will be punished for what he did.
"Nothing. Although the apprentice's master will need to be informed. It's not my business to dispense justice. Certainly not where the Dark Council is concerned." Zyn replied.
I have to admit, even if it doesn't seem fair, it is certainly a logical way of thinking.
"That makes a certain sense."
"I'm glad you think so." Zyn said. "It has been most pleasant watching you work, acolyte. Truly, I wish you the best of luck in your remaining trials."
I bowed in respect to Zyn, glad to have worked with someone like him. With my work here done, Kory and I walked out of the jails and to Harkun's office. I need to get myself a new weapon before my next trial since my Vibroblade was destroyed. Maybe a staff weapon. After all, that Vibroblade just didn't feel right in my hands when I used it.
***To Be Continued…***
Okay, that's it for this chapter of The Fairly OddParents In: Star Wars The Old Republic! I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, because I had a ton of fun writing it. Especially the part where Timmy kicked Markan in the nards for his comments. ^.^ Haha! You guys don't know how long I've wanted to do that in the game! Anyway, please don't forget to leave a review, feel free to like and follow the story if you so choose, and I'll see you all next update! Buh-Bye now!