Star Trek TNG: The Next Gamer

by Steatoda

Q already walked the Continuum's road everywhere, so this time decided to introduce someone new during the Farpoint mission. Tyson is Isekai'd by the trickster, gifted with a Gamer system, and left on the bridge of the Enterprise. OC/Semi-SI. Lemons. Gamer. Jumpchain. LitRPG. Solo-RP. TNG/ENT/Star Wars

34. 12 - 11001001

AN: 5/5 split in reviews between domain and capturing a Sith, so I wrote both! Long AN at the end.

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Episode 12: 11001001

Stardate: 41369. 9
Earth Standard Date: May 13, 2364
Location: USS Enterprise-D, Starbase 74, Tarsas System

"Tyson's log Stardate 41369.9. There's a reason that Ten Forward would become the premier lounge on the Enterprise, and it wasn't because of Guinan, well at least I don't think that's why. It's because it had the best damn view. But it isn't open yet, so I went to thirteen forward to watch the Enterprise pull into Starbase 74. I probably could've gotten on the bridge, but I asked Picard if I could pilot the ship into the space dock and he very professionally told me to go scratch.

Starbase 74 is one of the few starbases created with the same design as Earth Space Dock, that iconic Federation Starbase design. Even better, unlike ESD, Starbase 74 has weapons. Which all makes me wonder what the fuck is in the Tarsus system that merits this massive technological marvel being here.

Nothing stood out in the files on this system. Beta Magellan, the Bynars' home system, is close. But there's nothing of note anywhere nearby. If you look at a 2d map of the Alpha and Beta Quadrants, the Federation sits pretty much in the middle. The Klingon empire sits on the right of the Federation border, with the Romulans above them in the upper right. On the opposite side of the Federation, that's the left, Alpha Quadrant side, pretty much even with where the Romulan and Klingon territories meet is Cardassian territory. Below that is Talarian space, then below that is Tholian, and finally, lower still is Tarsus. Which again begs the question, why is there a Starbase here? Maybe when it was built, the Tholians were a major threat, but now it seems extravagant for a futuristic pit stop.

We're supposed to be here for 2 days, and my evaluation with Admiral Jameson and Picard is tomorrow. I'm currently on my way to Airlock 5. The Starbase maintenance crew is coming onboard and there are Bynar members in the crew. Since I'm the resident alien guy, I get to be there to greet them. Computer, end log."

As Commander Quinteros and his team arrived aboard the Enterprise, Picard, and Riker were present to greet them in the corridor. Along with them were a pair of small humanoids who appeared to be mirror images of each other.

Quinteros wasted no time in getting straight to the point, "Captain Picard, I trust there have been no issues with the Enterprise's performance during your mission?"

Picard, ever the embodiment of diplomacy and composure, responded with a confident tone. "Commander Quinteros, the Enterprise is operating perfectly. We have conducted all scheduled routine maintenance and all systems are functioning at optimal levels. The Enterprise has exceeded all our expectations. We are very pleased with her operation."

Quinteros's stern expression softened slightly and he nodded in satisfaction. "Very good, Captain Picard. I have come to expect nothing less from the flagship of Starfleet. I was in charge of the team which put her together."

Riker, always curious and eager for information, seized the opportunity to inquire about the Bynars. "Are these gentlemen the Bynars?"

Quinteros corrected Riker's statement. "Commander Riker, the Bynars are not gentlemen or ladies, they aren't individuals in the traditional sense. They are a unified pair, always working together as one. Allow me to introduce them as One Zero and Zero One."

The Bynar pair's movements were synchronized as they walked along with the officers. Quinteros acknowledged, "Their expertise in computer systems is unparalleled. I must commend them for the significant improvements they made on the Wellington."

"Your reputation precedes you. I'm very pleased you're going to be improving our system," says Captain Picard to the alien pair.

"It is a great pleasure to work on such a large mobile computer," replies One Zero.

"You have forty-eight hours, because at forty-eight plus six, we have an appointment at Pelleus Five we must keep," Picard informs the pair.

"I thought we'd have more time," says Zero One, the concern evident in their voice.

"I'm sorry. This mission can't be delayed. If you want to postpone the work?" offers Picard.

"Oh, no. This is the best time to do it. We can complete our work within the time allotted," One Zero ensured.

Commander Quinteros remarks, "They work very quickly, but it'll be very tight."

"Commander Riker and I will stay on board, and be available should you need us," says Picard before introducing Tyson, "Allow me to introduce Ensign Tyson. He is our liaison to unique species and from what I understand, also handy with computers. He will be assisting you during your stay aboard the Enterprise," Picard said, gesturing towards Tyson.

The Bynars turned to face the group, their mirrored head implants flashed softly. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Ensign Tyson," One Zero said, while Zero One finished the statement.

Tyson bowed slightly in acknowledgment. "Likewise, it's an honor to work with such renowned computer experts," he replied.

Picard stepped forward, clasping his hands together. "I trust that Ensign Tyson will be able to assist you in any way possible. Please don't hesitate to contact me or Commander Riker if you require any additional resources."

The Bynars nodded in understanding, their expressions unreadable behind their headgear. "Thank you, Captain Picard. We will make sure to communicate any needs to Ensign Tyson," One Zero replied.

With a final nod of farewell, Picard and Riker departed, leaving the Bynars to begin their work on the Enterprise's computer systems.

"Thank you, Captain. I don't think we'll need you until we're ready for inspection," replies Quinteros.

The Bynars led Tyson through the ship's corridors towards the bridge, moving with a synchronized rhythm. As they walked, Tyson couldn't help but marvel at the way they had seamlessly integrated themselves with technology. The Bynars' extensive cybernetic enhancements were unique among known species… until the Federation encountered the Borg, but Tyson put those dark thoughts aside.

Along the way, a second pair of Bynars joined them. Tyson observed how they communicated with one another in a complex, coded language that sounded like a series of beeps and clicks. He was surprised to find that the Binary language he had learned from an astromech droid allowed him to understand the Bynars' language. It was fascinating to witness the ease with which they communicated, almost as if they mastered a technological version of telepathy. He was eager to see how they would work their magic on the computer.

As Picard and Riker stepped onto the bridge, their eyes were drawn to the sight of four Bynars diligently working at a computer station. Wesley Crusher, the young prodigy, and Tyson were watching them closely, intrigued by the Bynars' expertise.

Curiosity piqued, Riker approached the Bynars and inquired, "I thought there were only supposed to be two Bynars on board. Who are the additional pair?"

The Bynars responded hurriedly, their voices slightly stilted, "We needed more individuals to complete the stacking process. It is necessary to reconfigure the computer for more efficient and higher-speed communication within the time allotted."

As the Bynars turned back to their work, Riker shared his doubts with Wesley, raising an eyebrow in suspicion. Wesley, on the other hand, shrugged it off, explaining, "They might just be behaving differently due to their unique physiology. Species can vary in their mannerisms, Commander."

Tyson nodded in agreement, understanding Wesley's perspective. He had his doubts about the Bynars too, especially given their actions during the television show. However, Tyson had been monitoring their activities closely, and so far, their focus seemed genuinely directed toward improving the ship's computer functions.

Riker turned to Tyson for assurance, silently seeking confirmation that everything was in order. The Gamer gave a reassuring nod, indicating that he would keep a close eye on the Bynars. Despite the uncertainty, Riker decided to stroll around the ship to assess the different departments. He left Wesley in charge of the bridge, instructing both him and Tyson to keep an eye on the Bynars. As Riker walked away, Tyson's gaze remained fixed on the Bynars, his mind drifted toward an ongoing question. Why had Wesley been left in charge of the bridge? Was there a specific reason for Picard's trust in the young officer? Regardless, Tyson continued his watchful vigil over the Bynars.

Computers skill increased! (41)
Binary Language skill increased! (3)

~~Star Trek: TNG~~

Tyson followed a pair of Bynars to the Holodeck, where they immediately began making adjustments to the program. The hum of the computer filled the air as they worked. As they finished, Commander Riker arrived, looking curious.

"How's it going?" Riker asked.

"We are almost done," replied Zero Zero, the Bynar on the left side.

"Maintenance has been completed," added One One, the Bynar on the right side.

Riker looked at them skeptically. "How much has changed? What exactly did you do?"

"Enhancement. Nothing more," One One responded.

They spoke to each other in Binary, their words were lost on Commander Riker, but Tyson picked up most of the conversation. They had planted some additional lines of code into a single-use program. The code would allow the holodeck to access the ship's manifest, personal logs, and internal sensors, integrating them into a single character. Tyson marveled at the speed and comprehensiveness of the code that was input. It had to have been created in advance; there was no way anyone would be able to create something so detailed and complex, so quickly.

"Would you like to try the enhancement?" Zero Zero asked Riker.

Riker nodded. "All right. What should I choose? Computer, I'd like someplace to play some music. A little atmosphere."

The computer responded with its usual prompt. "Specify."

"Jazz," Riker said after a moment. "Circa 1958."

"Location," the computer requested.

"New Orleans. Bourbon Street Bar, New Orleans. Around two a.m." Riker specified.

"Program complete. Enter when ready," the computer announced.

The holodeck door slides open, and Tyson steps in with the Bynars and Commander Riker. As they enter into the programmed setting, Tyson can't help but be impressed by the attention to detail. The club setting was a perfect replica of a 1950s jazz bar, complete with a dimly lit atmosphere, a stage, and a bar.

"Very good. Very good indeed. Now I'll need someone to play with. A trio. Piano, bass and drums, and a 'bone for me.," Riker specified.

In the blink of an eye, the musicians materialized before him, and he couldn't help but be impressed by the lifelike detail of their actions. "Excellent job," he commended them, nodding approvingly. Yet, as the music filled the air, Riker realized that something was missing. The band members alone weren't enough to create the atmosphere he desired. With a thoughtful expression, he requested, "Now an audience." The holographic audience began to take shape around Riker, but it quickly grew overwhelming as more and more people appeared. "Whoa. Too many. I was thinking of something a little more intimate." he interrupted.

As the holographic audience started to fade away, the computer obliged, replacing the crowd with a single woman. The first rendition was a stunning blonde, but Riker found her presence a tad too distracting for his intended purposes.

"Great job, boys. But, computer, blondes, and jazz seldom go together," he murmured, requesting a change once more.

The holographic image shifted once more, this time revealing a sultry redhead. While her allure was undeniable, she still didn't quite fit the bill for what Riker had in mind.

The musical trio was in getting into a rhythm, as Tyson, strode onto the stage. As Tyson approached the musicians, his eyes fixed on the trombone Riker had asked the computer to create. He didn't want to take the man's instrument, so instead he asked, "Computer, a saxophone please."

A golden saxophone resting on a solitary stand appeared next to Tyson. He reached out, his fingertips traced the cool, smooth surface of the instrument before he grasped it.

On the other side of the bar, Commander William T. Riker looked at the redhead and said, "Now that is truly exceptional. But more sultry."

Finally, a beautiful brunette appeared at the bar. Her eyes sparkled with intelligence and mischief, and her long hair cascaded down her back in loose waves. She wore a sleek, form-fitting dress that hugged every curve, and as Riker approached her, he could feel the heat emanating from her body. She smiled coyly at him, and he felt a jolt of excitement run through him. This was the perfect audience for his private jazz performance. With his characteristic sanguine smile, Riker sauntered over to the brunette sitting alone. His eyes held a playful glint as he straightened his Starfleet uniform with a casual tug. The lone woman had an aura of mystique around her.

The quartet quieted as Tyson raised the saxophone to his lips. He'd never played a saxophone before, but his Perform skill was up to the task. He blew into the saxophone, and the opening notes of "Careless Whisper" began to curl out, slow and sultry. The languid, melancholic melody began to fill the room. Surprisingly, the Enterprise's computer must have known the song, because the band members joined in, playing and singing the lyrics.

Riker approached the bar, his gaze fixed on the stunning woman. "Gentlemen, if this is what you call enhancement, you've got a gift for understatement," he said with a grin.

The woman leaned in closer, her voice low and husky. "You like what you see?" she asked, taking a sip from her glass.

Riker's heart raced as he took in her beauty. "More than words can say," he replied, his eyes never leaving hers. "What's your name? Tell me you love jazz," Riker said.

"My name is Minuet and I love all jazz except Dixieland," she replied, her voice like the music itself.

"Why not Dixieland?" Riker asked, intrigued.

"You can't dance to it," Minuet explained with a hint of a smile.

Riker was entranced. "My girl. What's a knockout like you doing in a computer-generated gin joint like this?"

"Waiting for you," Minuet said, her eyes locked on his.

"Waiting for me? You can't be serious," Riker said, slightly taken aback.

"Oh yes, Will. I've never been more serious in my life," Minuet said, her gaze unwavering.

As Tyson's rendition of the song swelled, the room was filled with the emotive wails of the saxophone. His fingers danced expertly on the instrument, bringing forth a cascade of poignant harmonies that seemed to resonate with throughout the room. The music ebbed and flowed, the rhythm pulsating through the bar like a heartbeat. The holographic jazz bar became a stage for the saxophone's lament underscoring Riker's introduction to the mysterious brunette.

~~Star Trek: TNG~~

As Tyson emerged from the softly humming holodeck, he left behind a bewitched Riker and the holographic seductress, Minuet. He moved into the sleek and sterile corridors of the Enterprise-D, his keen eyes landing upon the Bynars who were loitering nearby. The Bynars appeared visibly startled at Tyson's unexpected exit. They exchanged quick, synchronized glances. They were initiating an override of the holodeck controls when Tyson interrupted.

Tyson, however, bore no malice. His demeanor was calm as he approached the Bynars. He held a gentle smile on his face as he began to speak in their distinctive, rapid-fire, code-like language. The Bynars were momentarily taken aback. Tyson's expression softened as he continued, "I was assigned to be your liaison. I assure you, Starfleet is here to help, no matter the problem." Tyson continued, "I assure you, deception isn't necessary."

The Bynars stopped and turned to face him, their binary language flashing back and forth between them. Tyson could see the Bynars were attempting to conceal their true intentions, but he decided to play along for the time being. "I understand if you cannot tell me everything," he said calmly. "But I've spent enough time around you that I know you're language is a reflection of your thinking, 0 and 1, yes and no. If you have a problem and you're afraid to ask out of fear of rejection, know that if you request aid, the answer will be yes."

The Bynars regarded Tyson, their gazes darting to one another in a silent, complex conversation. Tyson's words had struck a chord, derailing their machinations. The Bynars exchanged a glance, their binary language chirping back and forth between them. Finally, they turned to Tyson and said, "We appreciate your offer. Our planetary computer will suffer a critical malfunction and we require a temporary replacement to prevent a catastrophic system failure. We planned to use the Enterprise's computer as it's the largest known mobile computer. Can you grant us access to the necessary equipment?"

Tyson nodded. "Yes, but I'm afraid we can't use the flagship of Starfleet in this endeavor. It could potentially sour relations between your people and the Federation. However, I can provide you with access to my Asymmetrical Positronic Core. It should be compatible with your systems and provide you with the temporary replacement you need."

The Bynars seemed hesitant but ultimately agreed to Tyson's offer. "We will require your assistance in transferring the necessary data and programming," they said.

Tyson smiled. "Of course. Let's get started."

Tyson spoke into his combadge, "Tyson to Captain Picard, priority message. There is an impending disaster in the Bynars' homeworld. Their planetary computer is failing, and they're facing a catastrophic event. I request permission to undock the Scimitar and transport the Bynars to their homeworld immediately."

Picard's voice came through the comm, "Ensign Tyson, I need more information. What kind of disaster are we talking about?"

Tyson quickly relayed the details he had gathered from the Bynars, including the possible loss of the entire species if they didn't act fast. "Captain, time is of the essence. We have the equipment necessary onboard the Scimitar to assist the Bynars and prevent disaster. Please permit me to act."

There was a brief pause before Picard replied, "Very well, Ensign. You have my authorization. I'm sending Commander Data to assist you. Proceed with caution and keep me informed of any developments."

"Thank you, Captain," He turned to the Bynars and informed them of the plan. They nodded in agreement, grateful for the assistance.

With the captain's approval, Tyson quickly organized the Scimitar to prepare for the mission. Once the Bynars and Commander Data embarked on the ship, the Gamer prepared to launch. Tyson felt the hum of the Scimitar's engines as he piloted the ship out of the Enterprise-D's shuttlebay. The astromech droid beeped a confirmation of their plotted course and Tyson nodded in satisfaction. As they left Starbase 74 behind, Tyson unloaded the Asymmetrical Positronic Core from his Inventory and placed it in the center of the lower-level meeting room. He watched as the Bynars' fingers moved deftly over the equipment. They got to work with himself and Data functioning as their assistants. The Bynars were impressed when they realized virtually his entire ship was a holodeck. Their amazement was overshadowed by the realization of the capabilities of the APC.

"Excuse me, Ensign Tyson," Data said in his usual emotionless tone. "May I inquire about the architecture of this device? I can see areas where it appears to be based on Dr. Soong's design, yet I do not recognize this particular variation."

Tyson nodded. "Of course, Commander. This is an Asymmetrical Positronic Core. It's a unique piece of technology that I designed using schematics created by Dr. Soong. It should serve well as a temporary replacement for the planetary computer on the Bynars' homeworld. You could say it's like a distant cousin of your neural net."

Data tilted his head, processing the analogy. "I see. As an artificial being, I have often contemplated the notion of family. While I am unique, I share a certain kinship with other androids, and with Dr. Soong himself. It is intriguing to consider that this device is also part of that extended family."

Tyson was just about to ask Data how things had been with Tasha Yar when the astromech droid suddenly burst into the room, chirping excitedly. "We've arrived at Beta Magellan," it announced, whirring around in circles.

Data was quick to interject, "That is impossible. Even at maximum warp, the Enterprise could not have made the journey in such a short amount of time."

The droid beeped a series of angry-sounding tones, causing Data to frown. Tyson translated the insult as "And I bet your idea of a good time is recharging in a dark corner."

Data turned to the astromech droid and responds, "I do not recharge. My power source is self-sustaining allowing me to function continuously without the need for recharging." Data used one of the holographic consols to examine the navigation data. "External sensors indicate that the astromech droid was correct in its assessment." He paused for a moment, processing the new information. "There appears to have been some kind of temporal or spatial anomaly that allowed us to arrive here faster than expected. I suggest we investigate further before proceeding with our mission."

Tyson grinned as he addressed Data's concern. "That won't be necessary," he said. "The Scimitar is capable of speeds beyond warp 9.99."

Data cocked his head slightly, processing the information. "That is impressive," he said after a moment. "No Federation starships are capable of such velocities."

Tyson observed from a distance as the Asymmetrical Positronic Core hummed to life. The Bynars began the complex process of initiating the data transfer from the planet's central computer. They watched as lights on the console blinked and flickered like a digital aurora, indicating a seamless flow of data as the planet's digital infrastructure coursed into the APC. Several tense minutes passed as the Bynars radiated an undercurrent of anxiety as they kept a vigilant watch on the transfer. Then, the console's lights ceased their flicker, steadying into a uniform glow. A chirruping sound indicated the completion of the transfer. With the planet's data now secure within the APC, the Bynars exchanged a glance of relief.

Just as they finished, the Scimitar was bathed in a bright, almost ethereal light. Tyson turned to the viewport as a stellar phenomenon exploded in the sky. The brilliance of the event was breathtaking, illuminating the cosmos in hues of violent crimson and deep indigo. He turned back to the console, the readings scrolling across the screen confirming what they had feared but prepared for. Tyson exhaled a deep breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, his eyes focused on the data streaming across his console.

"The planet's computer is offline," he confirmed, his voice echoing in the aftermath of the stellar spectacle. "The Scimitar's shields held, the APC was unaffected by the stellar phenomenon." The planet's digital infrastructure had been successfully saved within the APC. Tyson breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that the transfer was only the first step in a complex process, but it was a critical one. The Bynars explained to Tyson and Data that they would need to repair and reboot the planetary computer before transferring the information and control back to it. They warned that the process could take several hours to complete. As the Bynars began their work, Tyson and Data monitored the situation closely, offering assistance where they could. Hours passed and finally, the planetary computer was restored to full functionality.

As the APC transfer process was completed successfully, Tyson and Data received an unexpected invitation to the Bynars' capital city on Beta Magellan. The pair were excited to see the city, which was known for its technological advancements. Tyson and Data were greeted by a Bynars pair who were the leaders of the city. The Bynars took them on a tour, showcasing the advanced technology and infrastructure that powered the city. Everywhere they looked, they saw high-tech buildings, energy fields, and hovering vehicles.

Tyson asked the Bynars about their culture, and the leaders were happy to share. They explained their love for technology and how it was intertwined with their daily lives. They showed them how they used advanced computing systems to solve complex problems, and how they had developed cutting-edge cybernetic enhancements to improve their abilities. They also shared their love of music and how they had developed an intricate system for generating electronic melodies.

As Tyson and the Bynar pair walked through the bustling city of Beta Magellan, he couldn't help but feel a sense of awe. Everywhere he looked, there were advanced technological marvels that he had never seen before. As they approached the towering government building, Data couldn't resist his curiosity any longer. "Excuse me," he asked the Bynar pair, "but I have to ask. If it is not too invasive of a question. How are Bynar pairings determined? There was not any information given in our cultural database."

The lead Bynar turned to Data, their face impassive. "Our computer systems calculate compatibility based on a range of factors, including personality traits, interests, and skills."

Tyson was eavesdropping and asked intrigued. "And is there any room for choice in the process?"

The Bynars exchanged a glance before answering. "While the computer determines initial pairings, there is a small window where individuals can request to be repaired if they feel the match is not working out."

Curiosity was etched onto Tyson's features as he asked, "What happens if one in a long-term pairing is killed?" he asked, turning to the Bynar pair leading the delegation. "Are there any effects on the other?"

The Bynar pair exchanged a look before the left-hand Bynar spoke. "The loss of a paired Bynar has a significant impact on the surviving partner," they explained in unison. "As our consciousness is linked, there is a strong emotional bond between paired Bynars. The loss of one leads to psychological trauma and physical symptoms in the other, which almost certainly culminates in the death of the remaining Bynar."

Tyson frowned in concern. "Is there anything that can be done to help the surviving Bynar?"

The right-hand Bynar nodded. "We have developed methods to provide emotional support and counseling to surviving Bynars in such situations," they said.

Tyson's compassion for the Bynars had been evident throughout the mission, and this moment was no exception. The Bynar pair leading the delegation was grateful for his assistance and willingness to understand their culture. "We can certainly arrange a visit to the facility," the Bynars replied. "It is a place where unpaired Bynars go to receive assistance. We greatly appreciate your help and your interest in our people."

Tyson nodded in appreciation, "I would be honored to see the facility and learn more about your culture."

The Bynars led Tyson to the facility, which was a high-tech building filled with medical equipment and advanced computer systems. As he walked through the halls, he saw Bynars of all ages who were receiving support and care from the staff. If he didn't know better, he'd think this facility was for Bynar trios, as there was a pair assisting each lone Bynar. Tyson was impressed by the level of care and attention given to each individual. The staff seemed genuinely dedicated to helping the unpaired Bynars through their grief and transition.

Tyson noticed a young Bynar approaching him. The young Bynar recognized the leader pair walking alongside Tyson and quickly made their way toward them. Tyson could sense the excitement and curiosity radiating from the young Bynar.

"Excuse me," the young Bynar said, tugging at Tyson's sleeve. "Are you the ones that saved us?"

Tyson turned to face the young Bynar, "Yes, we are," he replied.

The young Bynar's eyes widened. "Yes! How did you do it? They say you have a unique portable computer, how does it work? How did you build it? What does it do?" they asked, firing off questions in rapid succession.

Tyson smiled at the young Bynar's enthusiasm. "Well, it's a bit complicated, but in essence, the APC is a self-contained computer system that uses positronic technology to process vast amounts of information," he explained.

The young Bynar nodded, clearly fascinated. "That sounds amazing," they said. "I wish I could work on something like that someday."

Tyson saw the young Bynar's passion and potential and felt a twinge of sadness knowing that they were unpaired and may not have the opportunity to pursue their dreams. This individual hadn't been unpaired long and wasn't suffering the worst of the effects yet. He wondered if there was anything he could do to help. Observe.

Negative Status Effect
Unpaired: Bynars who have lost their paired partner suffer a significant decrease in productivity, focus, and overall well-being, as the Bynars' ability to work and function is heavily dependent on their partner's presence. It leads to depression, social isolation, and physical deterioration. The effect is terminal as there is no known cure or treatment for it.

Tyson made his way through the facility where unpaired Bynars were kept. As he walked down the halls, he could feel the eyes of the unpaired Bynars following his every move, their faces were filled with a mix of hopelessness and desperation. Despite the assistance provided, the facility reminded Tyson of a hospice. The enthusiastic unpaired he met earlier eagerly lead him to a room where a handful of unpaired Bynars were waiting, their bodies and minds suffering from the effects of being unpaired. Tyson took a deep breath and assessed the situation. The unpaired Bynars were exhibiting signs of extreme emotional distress, physical weakness, and cognitive impairment. He immediately started running scans, trying to determine the root cause of their suffering.

Hours passed as he studies their medical records, ran countless scans, and consulted with the Bynars' physicians and with Dr. Crusher on the Enterprise. But he failed to find a treatment. Tyson tried using the Force instead. He focuses his mind and directs his energy towards the two unpaired Bynar in front of him.

Perk Activated: Power Eater (Art of the Small)
Racial Trait Acquired: Bynars
Cybernetic Implants
You gain equipment slots for Cybernetic Implants equal to half your level. Cybernetic devices directly interface with your body with no chance of rejection or complication.

Racial Trait Acquired: Bynars
Technological Bond
Your ability to form Bonds through Force and Telepathy now extends to Technology. You can form bonds with cybernetic and artificial lifeforms.

As Tyson performed the technique, the unpaired Bynars' bodies began to relax, their breathing became more even and their faces smoothed out from the previously pained expressions. The negative status effect dissipated, leaving the unpaired Bynar feeling more centered and at peace.

In the end, Tyson was surrounded by the previously Un-Paired Bynars who had shown significant improvement after he used Art of the Small to heal their negative status effects. The Bynar leaders and doctors watched in awe as the formerly withdrawn and apathetic Bynars now seemed energized and animated in Tyson's presence.

After a brief discussion, the leaders asked Tyson if he would be willing to stay and evaluate the potential long-term effects of rebonding. Meanwhile, Data contacted the Enterprise to inform Picard of their progress and the Bynars' request for Tyson's continued involvement. Picard agreed to extend their stay and lend any support they could to Bynar's efforts.

Tyson stood before the Bynar leaders and their medical team, who had just completed a thorough evaluation of his healing technique on the Un-Paired Bynars. The room was silent as they went over the data. Finally, one of the leaders spoke up. "We are amazed by your ability to heal the Un-Paired Bynars," he said. "We have never seen anything like it before."

Tyson nodded a small smile on his face. "Thank you. I'm glad that I could be of help."

The Bynars continued to discuss the results of their evaluation, going over every detail and analyzing every piece of data. Finally, they came to a consensus. "We would like to offer you a position here on Beta Magellan," one of the leaders said. "Your skills would be invaluable to our people."

Tyson considered the offer for a moment to be polite, but ultimately he knew he had to decline. "I appreciate the offer, but my duties won't allow me to stay here."

~~Star Trek: TNG~~

Data's eyebrows raised at the Bynars' proposal. "All 37 unpaired Bynars?"

One leader nodded. "Yes, Tyson's healing of the unpaired has been incredibly successful. But we have been unable to determine whether the effects are permanent, we believe it is in their best interest to have all of them join you."

Data's mind quickly calculated the logistics of the situation. "The Enterprise may have difficulty accommodating 37 additional permanent passengers. The crew quarters and facilities are not designed for Bynars' unique needs. And the additional load on the computer core is something that needs to be evaluated."

The Bynar leader considered this. "We understand your concerns, but we have faith in your ability to find a solution. The unpaired are suffering and we believe it is imperative to ensure they survive."

Data nodded, "I will discuss the logistics with Captain Picard and see what arrangements can be made."

Tyson knew the truth. While he could remove the status effect using Art of the Small, it hadn't fixed the underlying issue. The Bynars remained unpaired and the affliction would return without regular healing. Taking the Bynars with him was the only solution, for now. "One moment Commander, I believe I have a solution that won't put any strain on the Enterprise. If you would be willing to join me on an excursion?" Tyson pointed at the first unpaired Bynar he healed, the one that had been enthusiastic even while Unpaired, "And you. You wanted to see the APC right?"

Tyson sat in the Scimitar's meeting room, accompanied by the Bynar and Data. His gaze drifted to the open gateway to his ID. "Korriban is a harsh, unforgiving world," he stated. "A desolate wasteland, covered in rocky outcroppings and scorched by harsh suns. The Sith once called it home, and its tombs are still haunted by their spirits."

Data tilted his head, processing the information. "What facilities are located there?" he asked, his attention focused on Tyson.

"I've already unlocked several facilities. There are dedicated areas for medicine, a greenhouse, dormitories, and laboratories for engineering and droid technologies." Tyson replied. "I've also begun introducing non-native flora with the hopes of eventually terraforming the planet into something more hospitable."

The Bynar, meanwhile, had finished examining the APC and was now intently focused on a readout on their computer console. "This is a fascinating technology," they murmured. "If you're having many Bynars on this planet, you might consider establishing your planetary computer. With so few of us, we can run on an independent system, but if more keep coming, it will become a priority."

Tyson leaned over the shoulder of the Bynar as they both looked at the Asymmetrical Positronic Core. "So, would this be enough to get serve as a planetary computer for Korriban?" he asked.

The Bynar turned to him, a smile spreading across their face. "Absolutely," they replied, their voice filled with excitement. "The APC is a remarkable piece of technology. It will be more than enough to handle your computer systems."

Data, who had been quietly observing the interaction, spoke up. "It is fortunate that we had this technology available to us. It would have been much more difficult to assist the Bynars without it."

"Things would've worked out. The Enterprise's computer would be up to the task, but it would've postponed the next mission and complicated relations between our peoples." Tyson remarked.

Tyson stored the APC in his Inventory and asked, "Want to visit a desolate world of dark magics that will become your new home?"

Commander Data asked, "Ensign, would there not be a better way to phrase that?"

~~Star Trek: TNG~~

Tyson, Data, the Bynar, and Visas approached the Altar of Sacrifice, their eyes fixed on the small device in Tyson's hand. Data spoke up, "Tyson, Perhaps it would be more effective to connect the device in the traditional manner."

Tyson hesitated, weighing his options. "I understand your concern, Data, but sacrificing the Asymmetrical Positronic Core is the best course of action. It will integrate not only with the facility but the planet itself."

Data replied, "I do not understand."

With a shake of his head, Tyson used his interface to place the large device on the altar and stepped back. Suddenly, the Bynar exclaimed, "Connection established!"

Tyson had expected a larger response from the planet and commented as much, "I was expecting more."

As the Asymmetrical Positronic Core integrated with the essence of Korriban, the planet began to tremble and shake. Cracks opened in the ground and a blinding light erupted from the Altar of Sacrifice. The atmosphere on Korriban was charged with energy as the unlimited power surged through the planet's newly-formed network, causing the skies to crackle with electricity. A large lightning bolt struck the ground, but instead of leaving behind a thunderclap and glassed sand, a creature materialized before the group. It towered above them and radiated a powerful dark energy that engulfed them all. The group was transfixed by the creature, their eyes wide with wonder as they witness the integration of their planet's essence with the most powerful computer core ever created. Tyson, Data, and Visas were stunned by the transformation, unable to comprehend the power that they had just unleashed. The ground finally settled, but the creature remained. The figure dwarfed the Sith academy, its waist reaching the level of the cliffs above the valley.

Data asked, "Does this meet your expectations?"

The creature was a nebulous, swirling mass of energy. It quickly began to coalesce, it drew in on itself like a vortex, slowly taking shape and shrinking until it solidified into a humanoid figure. The transformation was a sight to behold. The figure took on the form of a stunning Pureblood Sith female, with crimson skin and yellow eyes that seem to pierce through the veil of reality itself. She stood tall, her form radiated a palpable energy that tingled with the power of the Dark Side. Yet, there was something strange about this creature, something that seemed out of place. As the group of onlookers drew closer, they notice the small band of a Bynar cybernetic implanted on its forehead.

Tyson simply replies, "Yes," to Data's previously asked question. The Gamer is not sure what else to say about what he just witnessed. He had expected more, but a giant cloud monster coalescing into a beautiful Sith female was beyond his predictions.

The Avatar addresses Tyson with a formal tone, "Greetings, Lord. I recognize your station." She did a slight bow.

Tyson recognized the formal tone but was unsure if it bore significance, so he matched it. He bowed in response, "Thank you for recognizing me. How should I address you?"

"I am the Academy. I am the planet, the core, the network, the essence. And I am the Nexus. But you may address me as Kora," she replied.

"Greetings Kora, I am Data."

"Fascinating. I can sense the positronic net that comprises your neural network." Kora said, nodding her head in acknowledgment. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Data."

Tyson looked between the cybernetic Avatar and Data, recognizing the similarities in their speech patterns, and he fought the urge to facepalm.

"I am a creation of Doctor Noonien Soong, designed to replicate human behavior," Data replied, looking at Kora. "But I am eager to learn more about you, Kora. What is your purpose? May I humbly inquire as to how you came to be?"

Tyson lost the fight and facepalmed. There were two of them now.

Kora paused briefly before responding. "I am the Avatar of Korriban. I was born from the integration of the Asymmetrical Positronic Core into the essence of this planet. My purpose is to serve as a guide and mentor to the Lord, and to represent the will and desires of Korriban itself."
Kora spoke in a formal yet authoritative tone as she addressed Tyson, "Lord, there are a few upgrades you should make while you're in the vicinity of the Altar of Sacrifice. The Shipyard is inactive, I recommend you… equip it with an appropriate power source to enable it. Additionally, I recommend you sacrifice a mineral to unlock the Undercaverns and begin integrating minerals into Korriban, its structures, and the Undercaverns themselves."

Tyson listened intently, considering Kora's advice. "What kind of minerals do you recommend?" he asked, intrigued.

"Any mineral will suffice," Kora replied. "However, I suggest starting with a rare mineral. The first mineral will synchronize best with Korriban's essence and enable the most optimal integration."

"Thank you, Kora," Tyson said with gratitude. "I will make your recommended upgrades in time. I wish to research unique minerals before I decide on a power source for the station." The Gamer looked over the Valley of the Dark Lords, but he needed to get the Bynars settled first.

The lone Bynar stood with the android near the altar. Tyson went to retrieve the other Unpaired and bring them to Korriban. It turned to Data and asked, "Do humans place much significance on names?"

Data considered the question. "In some cultures, names hold great meaning and are chosen carefully. But in others, it is simply a way to identify a person."

The Bynar nodded. "For us, we are given numbers as our identifying factor. Names hold no significance beyond that."

"I see," said Data, intrigued. "Does that not cause confusion, having only numbers to identify individuals?"

"Not at all," replied the Bynar. "Our computer systems can process and identify individuals based on their unique number. It is a highly efficient system."

Data nodded in understanding. "I can see how that would be useful. Why do you ask?"

The Bynar considered this for a moment before speaking again. "Tyson saved me. More precisely, he saved my people, but me as an individual as well. I wish to establish a deeper connection with him." The Bynar looked thoughtful as it continued, "I noted that during his interaction with Kora, Tyson asked specifically if there was a name she would like him to address her by."

Data understood the direction of the Bynar's thoughts and suggested, "This could be interpreted as a notion of respect or recognition of station or significance. Informing Tyson of a name you wish to be addressed by may be a way to begin building a more personal relationship."

The Bynar nodded slowly, "Thank you for the suggestion. I will consider it," it said softly as it rejoined the other Bynars as they arrived. Data Joined the group and they were led to the Everexpanding Residencies.

~~Star Trek: TNG~~

Tyson stood at the entrance of the Sith Academy. The ancient stones of the courtyard seemed to hum with the residual power of past Sith. Silently, he reached out with his mind, beckoning Cognus and Maul to him. Moments later, a ripple in the Force announced Cognus' arrival. She appeared like a shadow come to life, emerging from the darkness to stand beside her statue. The stone visage bore her likeness in the predatory tilt of its head. Her eyes, however, held a gleam of amusement and intrigue that the stone could never capture.

"Tyson," she greeted, her voice a sultry whisper in the evening air, "Fancy another game of hide and seek?" Her words were lightly veiled with the memory of their last game. It devolved into a sensual dance of anticipation that had ended in passion.

Before Tyson could reply, a new presence sliced through the tension between them. Maul approached unhurried, his heavy boots echoing ominously off the stone courtyard. A disappointed sigh escaped Cognus' lips, her gaze flicking from Tyson to the approaching Zabrak. But then her eyes lit up with renewed interest, taking in the group's composition. Tyson had not called any Jedi to join them, the wielders of the light side were noticeably absent, leading her to a conclusion. Her lips curved into a predatory smile, the thrill of imminent action dancing in her eyes.

"Well, well," she drawled, "Who are we going to kill?" Her voice held a ring of dark anticipation, a thrilling undercurrent that promised danger.

Tyson looked at Maul and Cognus, his gaze steady and resolute. "I'm considering a challenge," he began, his voice echoing slightly in the still evening air. "Something...difficult. Something to truly test us." His gaze turned to Cognus, her eyes glinting with interest and anticipation. Tyson could see the yearning for a challenge in her gaze. "Cognus," he said, "What do you think of challenging the tombs of Darth Bane or Darth Zannah?"

Cognus raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a half-smile. The names of the Sith Lords stirred something within her; she was there when they battled for the mantle of Sith Lord. Her head tilted in contemplation, a glint of reverence in her eyes as she recalled the infamous Sith Lord. "Darth Bane," she started, her voice a low murmur echoing the respect she held for the Sith Lord, "He was a master of the lightsaber. His skill was respected; during his time, there were thousands of Sith and he was considered elite. Before the fall of the Dark Brotherhood, he defeated his previous master in single combat... his style was brutal and direct." Her hands traced through the air, mimicking the unseen strokes of a lightsaber. "Challenging his tomb would mean confronting that essence of raw power." Then, as if shifting the lens of her mind's eye, she turned her attention to another dark figure in the galaxy's history. "I knew Darth Zannah very well," Cognus continued, her tone tinged with an eerie fascination, "She was a mistress of Sith Sorcery. Her power wasn't only in her lightsaber but in the arcane. Facing her... that would be a challenge of willpower as much as skill."

Tyson turned his attention to the crimson-skinned Zabrak. "And you, Maul? What are your thoughts?"

Maul's considered Cognus's words. The fiery-eyed Zabrak remained silent for a moment, the muscle in his jaw working as he ran over the possibilities in his mind. Finally, he broke the silence. "Dueling with Bane," Maul admitted in his gruff voice, "That would be a worthy challenge." His yellow eyes sparked with anticipation at the prospect of a lightsaber duel with one of the greatest Sith Lords.

~~Star Trek: TNG~~

The Valley of the Dark Lords sprawled before them, a desolate expanse of time-worn stone and the haunting echoes of fallen Sith Lords. The tomb of Darth Bane loomed ominously, a towering monolith of dark stone etched with ancient Sith symbols. Pillars flanked the entrance, standing like stern guardians.

Difficulty: Hard
The Seventh Battle of Ruusan (Group Challenge): The final engagement of the New Sith Wars. You will have to defeat Darth Bane as he retreats from the planet. The Brotherhood of Darkness will be initiating a ritual that will kill all Force-sensitive beings on the planet. A Force of one-hundred Jedi has been dispatched to confront them. Either stop the ritual or flee the planet.

As the trio stepped into the gloom of the tomb, they felt a disorienting sensation, as though the very fabric of reality was being twisted around them. Before they knew it, the cold, ancient stone of the tomb was replaced by the smooth metal of a ship's ramp beneath their feet. They found themselves disembarking from a vessel onto the verdant expanse of Ruusan. The contrast to the barren landscape of Korriban was stark, almost jarring.

Tyson, Cognus, and Maul had paused, taking in the sights of Ruusan. Dense forests of emerald green stretched as far as the eye could see, the leaves of its towering trees shimmering with a brilliance that seemed to breathe life into the landscape. The air was alive with the rustling whispers of foliage, the chirping of birds, and the distant roar of unseen creatures. Scattered among the lush landscape were crystal-clear lakes that mirrored the blue sky above, their tranquil surfaces disturbed only by the occasional ripple of a fish breaking the surface. Majestic mountain ranges framed the horizon, their peaks dusted with a sheen of white, looking down upon the world like ancient sentinels.

Then from the verdant foliage, a figure had emerged, an unmistakable darkness emanating from him. He was a tall man with an imposing and daunting physique. Muscles rippled beneath his tunic. His bald head peeked from under his robe's hood and his penetrating eyes were framed by black, either makeup or tattoos, that led down into a point.

Darth Bane, a Sith Lord of legend. His broad shoulders were draped in a dark cloak that billowed slightly in the cool breeze. Bane's presence in the Force pulsed with dark energies. At his side was a girl. Despite her youth, she had a palpable force presence that clung to her like a second skin. She was slight, with long auburn hair cascading down her back. Her eyes were large and inquisitive, yet marked with a maturity beyond her age.

Upon seeing her, Cognus whispered barely audibly, "Zannah?" The question hung in the air, heavy with the weight of the future it signified. The little girl in front of them would one day grow to be the Sith Lord, Darth Zannah. The sheer potential that resonated from her had been as noticeable as the presence of Darth Bane himself.

Darth Maul wasted no time in confronting the legendary Sith Lord. He moved toward Bane, the fire of determination blazing in his yellow eyes. "Bane!" he called out, his voice booming across the idyllic landscape. "You are a coward! You plot to destroy the Sith because you fear competition. I challenge you!"

Cognus, for her part, had remained still as if rooted to the spot. Her gaze alternated between the confrontation between Maul and Bane, and the young girl who stood to the side. However, Tyson snapped her out of her reverie. "Cognus, another Force presence is approaching." his words spurred her into action. With a curt nod, Cognus disappeared into the underbrush, activating her Force Concealment ability. One moment, she was there, and the next, she was gone, vanished from sight.

While Maul and Bane exchanged heated words, preparing for their imminent clash, Tyson took it upon himself to ensure the safety of the child. He approached her slowly, projecting an aura of calm. Kneeling to be at eye level with the young girl, he introduced himself. "My name is Tyson," he said gently.

The girl returned his gaze with a mix of curiosity and apprehension before responding. "I'm Rain," she had said, her wide eyes mirroring the intensity of the situation. The air around them was charged with the potent energy of two Sith Lords preparing to collide. Tyson knew he had to move her away from the impending battle. "Rain, things are about to get dangerous here." He then raised his hand subtly, his eyes locked onto Rain's as he allowed the Force to flow through him. "You should head into the ship," he suggested, gently nudging her thoughts with a Mind Trick. "It will be safe there."

As Tyson's influence on Rain set in, and she started toward the safety of the ship, the intensity around Darth Maul and Darth Bane escalated. Maul activated his double-bladed lightsaber. The crimson glow painted his features in an ominous light, signaling his readiness for the battle to come.

Across from him, Darth Bane met Maul's fervor with a composed and calculating calm. He looked at the aggressive Sith and declared, "You, and all Sith like you, are the reason our order is doomed. You think strength is all that matters. But you are wrong. Power untempered by the mind is the path to self-destruction." With that, he drew his lightsaber. A vibrant crimson blade ignited from the curved hilt, serving as a point to his exclamation.

The moment hung in the air as Maul and Bane faced each other. Then, without any further ado, the two Sith Lords launched themselves into the fray.

Maul moved first. He roared his battle cry, a sound that seemed to encapsulate the fury of the Dark Side itself as he channeled Dark Rage and rushed headlong into combat. His double-bladed lightsaber twirled in an intricate dance, painting lethal streaks of crimson in the air as he sought to cleave his opponent in two.

Bane, for his part, moved with a calmness that belied the lethal efficiency of his attacks. He'd met Maul's aggression with precision, his lightsaber weaving a tight pattern of defense that turned aside the worst of Maul's blows. Then, seeing an opening, Bane retaliated with a quick, vicious slash aimed at Maul's midsection, forcing the other Sith to leap back.

Their initial engagement was a rapid-fire blur of lightsabers, the two Sith moving with such speed that they seemed more like phantoms than flesh and blood beings. Sparks erupted wherever their lightsabers clashed, illuminating their faces in a display of light. Despite the intensity, neither scored a decisive hit yet, their dance was a test of stamina and strength. It was clear that their duel would not be over quickly, each combatant both giving and receiving in equal measures, their power evenly matched in this opening exchange.

Maul's double-bladed lightsaber hummed in a blur of merciless strikes. His movements were a wild tempest of unpredictable, offensive onslaught, the raw embodiment of the seventh form of lightsaber combat. His Juyo form channeled the Dark Side, allowing the beast within him to be fully unleashed as he sought to crush Bane under the weight of his aggressive onslaught. Bane, in stark contrast, had shown disciplined strength. He employed the fifth form of lightsaber combat, renowned for its focus on counter-attacks and raw power. He had moved with robust precision, meeting Maul's frenzied strikes with formidable parries, his blade forming an impenetrable wall of defense. Every swing of his lightsaber was carefully calculated, using the momentum of Maul's attacks against him, redirecting the ferocity with deceptive ease. Despite the chaotic force of Maul's Juyo, Bane had held his ground, his solid stance echoing the unyielding resolve of Djem So. Their battle was a whirlwind of flashing blades; each had his rhythm, his style, creating a deadly harmony on this battlefield. Their ability with the lightsaber was thus far evenly matched.

As Maul launched himself at Bane in a swift succession of aggressive strikes, his double-bladed lightsaber flashed in a rhythmic fury. Each ferocious attack was raw and unrestrained. Bane, however, was a picture of composure amidst the tempest. His blade moved with the resounding force of a crashing wave, meeting each strike with a powerful parry, turning defense into offense. Each impact of their blades sent shockwaves rippling through the air, the energy crackling with a vibrancy that illuminated the Ruusan landscape.

Maul feinted to the left, pivoting quickly to unleash a horizontal strike aimed at Bane's midsection. The Sith Lord was ready, stepping back smoothly to evade the attack before bringing his blade down in a punishing counterstrike. However, Maul was quicker. He twisted his body in a fluid motion, his double-bladed lightsaber whirling in an arc to intercept Bane's attack. Bane then retaliated, his lightsaber slashing through the air in a powerful riposte. He aimed a sweeping strike at Maul's knees, a direct challenge to the Sith Lord's agility. With a swift jump, Maul evaded the low attack, spinning in mid-air to launch another furious offensive.

The whirlwind of Maul's attacks continued unabated in an unyielding storm, but Bane's defense was equally relentless. As they separated briefly, Bane planted his feet, lifting one gloved hand towards Maul. There was a moment of stillness, and then Bane unleashed a Force Wave, a raw push of telekinetic energy that radiated outwards with the Sith Lord at its epicenter. The wave of energy struck Maul mid-leap, sending him hurtling through the air. His body cut a swathe through the tall grasses of Ruusan as he tumbled and skidded across the battlefield. But Maul was nothing if not resilient. He rolled back onto his feet, snarling as he reignited his double-bladed saber.

Darth Bane lowered his hand, gripping his lightsaber with both hands once more. There was a certain satisfaction on his face, a predator acknowledging the worthiness of his prey. As Maul charged forward once again, their deadly dance resumed. Bane, anticipating Maul's movements, decided it was time to shift the tide. With a menacing grin, he lowered his weapon slightly. As Maul lunged for the perceived opening, Bane extended his other hand toward his opponent. From his palm, an invisible force erupted in a Force Push.

Maul was thrown backward, the grassy plains of Ruusan rushing to meet him. But he used the force to control his fall, flipping and spinning to an upright position. In the next instant, Maul's features contorted in surprise and pain. An unseen force gripped him, lifting him several inches off the ground. Darth Bane had his hand outstretched and was using Force Choke. His fingers closed slowly, an unseen hand squeezing around Maul's throat.

Maul clawed at the invisible grip around his throat, gasping for air. His saber was still clutched in his hand and his eyes never left Bane. With a primal roar, he unleashed his own Force Push, breaking Bane's grip and launching himself back into the fray.

Tyson had stood at a distance, eyes keenly observing the spectacle of the two Sith Lords clashing. He could see that Maul was at a slight disadvantage. Bane's physical prowess was nearly his match, but he possessed a masterful command of the Force. It was a formidable combination and Bane's stronger attunement to the Force gave him the advantage. Yet, there was a defiance in Maul, a tenacious refusal to back down. Tyson knew intervening would only injure that pride.

But as the duel raged on, Tyson's focus shifted from the tumultuous battle to the forest nearby. It was there that Cognus had vanished, lost within the shadows of the undergrowth.

Without a second thought, Tyson moved, his wings unfurled and he took to the skies. He used his Telekinesis to create a sharp barrier in front of him, speeding and easing his flight. His senses extended outward, honing onto Cognus' distinct presence.

The stark contrast between the violent battlefield he had just left and the serenity of the forest was striking. Yet, Tyson knew that this tranquil facade hid another battle.

Cognus had been a shadow in the wilderness, her body and Force signature perfectly concealed within the veils of the forest. Her target was an unknown woman with flowing black hair.

Yet just as Cognus was about to strike, the woman whirled around, her dark eyes locked onto the foliage Cognus hid within. She drew her weapons with a smooth motion, one a classic lightsaber and the other a more exotic lightsaber whip. Its flexible energy strand crackled ominously as it uncoiled.

"I know you're out there," she called out, her voice echoing amidst the towering trees. "I can feel you."

With an almost resigned sigh, Cognus dropped her Force Concealment, stepping out from the foliage and revealing herself. Her features, usually stern, were impassive. "Feeling me shouldn't be your concern, it's feeling this that should worry you," she retorted, her lightsaber igniting with a familiar hum. "I am Cognus."

The woman smiled an unsettling smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "I am Githany. We don't need to fight. The Brotherhood is completing a ritual that will kill us both. We need to escape to survive." Her grip tightened on her weapons, the hum of the lightsabers punctuating the silence that had settled between them.

Cognus offered a dark smile, full of confidence. "Don't worry about the ritual, Githany," she said, her voice holding an edge of steel. "This won't take long."

Her words hung heavy in the air, their threat undisguised. Cognus shifted her stance, her body falling into the opening position of Djem So. Her lightsaber rested comfortably in her grip, ready to unleash the brute strength and directness of her combat style.

Watching the scene unfold from his concealed position in the air was Tyson. His eyes assessed the situation, as Githany adopted her stance. It was an unfamiliar one to Tyson.

With a shared silent agreement, the dance of sabers began. The lush environment of Ruusan was forgotten as the two Sith focused entirely on the immediate threat before them. Cognus lunged, her red blade a blur as she started the battle with an aggressive series of strikes designed to unbalance her opponent and seize the advantage.

Githany parried skillfully, her lightsaber deflected the strikes. But it was her whip that held Cognus's attention. With the grace and speed of a striking serpent, the weapon twisted, turned, and lashed out, threatening to trap her. However, Cognus sidestepped, blocked, and dodged. Her years of training under Zannah's brutal regimen had honed her reflexes to a razor's edge. The whip's unpredictability was mitigated by the powerful defenses offered by her Djem So. An overhead slash from Cognus was met by Githany's saber before she disengaged. A quick sidestep by the iktotchi evaded the subsequent whip-lash. With an opportunistic thrust, Cognus aimed for Githany's now exposed side. But the Dark Jedi was quicker, leaping back and away from the danger, her whip lashing out once more in retaliation.

For all of Githany's innovative use of her whip, Cognus remained unperturbed. She was a relentless storm, pushing Githany back, not allowing her to regain her footing. Every parry was met with another strike, every dodge followed by a swift riposte. Cognus was the embodiment of the Djem So's directness and power, and Githany was on the defensive.

As Tyson watched, he could not help but feel a sense of satisfaction. Cognus was showcasing her power. The force of her strikes, the unyielding nature of her defenses, and the relentless assault had put Githany on the backfoot.

Cognus pressed the attack. Her blade clashed repeatedly with Githany's, their energy beams meeting with a sizzle and a burst of light. But Githany was waning. She had expected an easier fight, and Cognus' relentless assault was beginning to take its toll. In a sudden, desperate move, Githany swung her whip wide. It was a move designed to keep Cognus at bay, to create some breathing room. But Cognus was ready. As the whip made its wide arc, she pivoted, moving inside the weapon's reach, and struck.

Her lightsaber sliced through the air, a red arc aimed directly at Githany's exposed side. Githany barely managed to bring her saber around in time, the blade intercepting Cognus' attack with a violent crackle. But the force of the impact drove her backward, nearly unbalancing her.

Cognus didn't let up. With a fluid transition, she turned her successful strike into another attack, her saber carving a deadly path toward Githany. The Sith woman defended desperately, her saber a blur as she parried and blocked, but Cognus was simply too relentless.

With each passing moment, it was becoming increasingly clear who held the upper hand. Cognus was a force of nature, her attacks unyielding, her defenses near impenetrable. Githany, in contrast, was slowly being pushed back, her movements becoming more and more desperate as she fought to keep up.

As Tyson watched from the shadows, his respect for Cognus grew. She was displaying a level of skill and tenacity that was truly commendable. It was clear to him now that this fight would not last much longer. Cognus was simply too powerful. And Githany, for all her innovative use of the whip, simply could not keep up.

The end, it seemed, was near.

Tyson had always known Cognus was strong, but to witness her in full force against another Sith was a revelation. He'd never fully appreciated her strength. When they'd battled the first time, he'd been so focused on his survival, that he hadn't fully registered the depth of her power. She had outmatched him initially, and it wasn't until his skills increased throughout the battle that he was able to turn the tables on her. Without the Gamer, he would not have won. Now that he reflected on his growth, it was Cognus and the following duel with Maul that pushed Tyson to the heights he's reached.

Now, watching her fight someone that didn't have the advantage of his system, he realized how formidable she truly was. Cognus was not just a Sith but was the Dark Lady of her time, a title hard-earned through trials and bloodshed. Her every move, every stroke was precise, controlled, and devastating. It was a reminder of why she was not to be underestimated. Githany, despite her skills, was no match for the Dark Lady. The relentless onslaught had finally taken its toll on her. Cognus's saber clashed with Githany's, but this time, it was different. There was a force, a finality to the strike. The resulting impact sent Githany's weapon flying out of her hands, spinning away to sizzle out in the grass. Desperately, Githany wrapped her whip around Cognus's lightsaber blade, but a Force Push from the iktotchi set her flying, leaving her second weapon behind.

Suddenly weaponless, Githany's eyes widened with fear, a stark contrast to her previous confidence. Cognus closed in, her red blade a deadly beacon of impending doom. Githany was left on her knees, her breaths coming in quick, panicked gasps, her eyes locked onto Cognus's unforgiving gaze. Cognus now stood over Githany, her weapon poised, the triumphant Sith ready to strike. It was a picture of sheer domination, a chilling reminder of the unforgiving laws of the Sith: only the strongest survived, and right now, Cognus was undeniably the stronger of the two.

Tyson emerged from his concealment, his hands clapping in a slow, measured rhythm that echoed in the stillness. "Bravo, Cognus," he praised, his voice carrying a note of genuine admiration. "Truly a performance worthy of a Dark Lady of the Sith."

Cognus turned to him, her lightsaber still humming in the still air. She inclined her head in acknowledgment of his praise, a glimmer of satisfaction in her eyes. "Tyson," she began, glancing at the defeated form of Githany at her feet. "What would you have me do with her?"

"Knock her out, and bring her to the ship," Tyson commanded, his gaze already shifting away from the spectacle. As impressive as Cognus's victory was, other issues needed his attention.

Cognus nodded, extinguishing her lightsaber. With a swift move, she struck Githany, rendering the woman unconscious with one well-placed hit. Then Cognus hoisted Githany onto her shoulder and began the trek back to their ship.

Meanwhile, Tyson turned his senses to the dark Force users that had gathered nearby. Their presence was like an ominous cloud on the edge of his awareness. He could feel their power and their malice.

Tyson's senses reached out, embracing the darkness that shrouded the members of the Dark Brotherhood. Through the Force, he felt their steady pulse, like the deep thrum of a dark heartbeat. They were ensconced within the depths of a cave, their attention set on the ritual that was already in motion. Details of the ritual filtered through the Force into Tyson's perception. Whispers of dark incantations hung in the air, resonating with the undulating tendrils of the Force.

With the stakes so clear, Tyson didn't hesitate. A sense of urgency seized him, and he launched himself into the air, his flight aimed straight at the mouth of the cave. Curiously, no guards were posted outside. They must all be steeped in the ritual, believing they had enough time before the Jedi arrived to thwart them. This overconfidence would be their downfall. Tyson could sense it, feel the thin thread of destiny that was about to snap under the weight of their hubris. Without his intervention, they may have been successful, but they were about to meet the unexpected, and Tyson was more than ready to deliver.

The cavern's interior resonated with an eerie pulse, the overwhelming presence of the Dark Side reverberating throughout. The Brotherhood had gathered, huddled in a circle around the focal point of their ritual, each member contributing to the nexus of power swelling in the center. Tyson's entrance disrupted their rhythm, his intrusion was as noticeable as a comet streaking through the night sky.

Standing at the helm of the formation was Lord Skere Kaan, the Brotherhood's leader. He was an imposing figure, cloaked in dark, ceremonial robes. "Who dares disrupt our ritual?" Kaan's voice echoed off the cave's walls. The undercurrent of hostility charged the already tense atmosphere.

Tyson locked eyes with the Brotherhood's leader, "Tyson," he responded with a level of authority that made the simple introduction seem like a declaration of war. A ripple of unrest spread through the assembled dark practitioners, whispers of the name Tyson stirring curiosity and apprehension in equal measure.

"You intrude, Tyson," Kaan snarled, his voice heavy with contempt. "You have no authority here."

"I'd argue otherwise," Tyson retorted, a provocative grin playing on his lips. "Consider me officially crashing your party."

Tyson had subtly stretched out with the Force, invisible tendrils coiling around the immense power bubbling within him. Just as Bane had used earlier, Tyson released a telekinetic Force Wave. His energy exploded outward in a shockwave of raw Force. It rolled out from him like a silent storm, smashing into the practitioners and scattering them like leaves in a gale. The ritual was abruptly and violently interrupted as the Brotherhood members were forced back. The previously contained vortex of energy whipped out of control, the Dark Side energies sparking chaotically through the cavernous chamber. The Brotherhood stumbled, struggling to regroup and retaliate, but Tyson wasn't done yet. Flexing his control, he poured more of his Force Points into the wave, keeping the tide of power flowing outward. The atmosphere hummed with strain, the Force itself seeming to vibrate around them, manipulated on a scale rarely experienced. There was no mercy in Tyson's gaze as he watched the Brotherhood reel. Energy crackled from his fingertips, and the sheer might of his Force Wave became visible in the arcs of power that radiated from his form. His Force Points depleted steadily, each bit of expenditure further fueling his attack and amplifying the devastation. As he swept his gaze across the chamber, a cold smirk curled his lips. The Force continued to radiate outwards from him, a constant, relentless assault that sent the Brotherhood into disarray.

One by one, the Brotherhood's members regained their footing, their faces twisted in a mix of shock and fury. Lightsabers sprang to life, bathing the cavern in a wash of eerie red light.

A surge of power coursed through Tyson as the Force responded to his intent. With a swift mental grasp, he clamped down on the leader of the Brotherhood, a Force Choke seizing him. The man struggled in mid-air, gasping for breath as he clawed at his constricted throat. With his other hand, Tyson activated his Legendary lightsaber, its crimson blade springing to life with a comforting hum. His fingers curled around the hilt of a second lightsaber, its blue light casting a strange glow on his face. The weapon, taken from the Automated Repair Facility's drones, was a familiar weight in his hand; an exact duplicate of the one he'd sacrificed on Korriban. Tyson launched himself into action, lightsabers dancing in his hands as he began utilizing Shii-Cho. Though the most basic of lightsaber forms, it was also the most inclined toward melee with a large group of opponents. The movements were broad, sweeping arcs, designed to cover as much area as possible. His adversaries had hardly any time to react. One moment they were charging, confident in their numerical superiority, and the next they were falling back, scrambling to keep up with Tyson's strikes. The Force itself was guiding his blades, asserting his dominance over the field.

Tyson held the Sith leader in the relentless grasp of a Force Choke, a portion of his concentration tasked with maintaining the invisible stranglehold; leaving him to thrash helplessly in mid-air, gasping for breath. Simultaneously, Tyson faced another Sith, holding his cerulean blade in startling contrast to the sea of red sabers surrounding him. Moving with a fluidity that belied his stature, Tyson pirouetted and cleaved, his dual lightsabers tracing a swift blur through the thick air. The first Sith barely registered his end. With a nimble twist of his wrist and a decisive downward stroke, Tyson split him from shoulder to hip, silencing his scream abruptly. His lifeless form fell to the dusty ground, quickly forgotten as Tyson shifted his attention to the next challenger. Several Sith lunged forward in a united attack, their crimson lightsabers reflecting a bloody hue against the ancient stonework. They were trained warriors, every strike a potential kill shot. But Tyson moved like a whirlwind, his twin lightsabers the eye of the storm. His opponents' strikes were met and redirected, their energy and momentum used against them. A series of cuts, deflections, and swift ripostes formed an impenetrable shield around Tyson, forcing the Sith to retreat or fall. One by one, they crumbled, their dark energy snuffed out under the relentless onslaught of Tyson's blades.

Tyson's mind raced as he fought, each movement a mechanical reaction to the guidance of the Force. Before the battle, Tyson had donned his armor and shield in preparation for being overwhelmed. But it was rare that a strike penetrated his lightsabers' guard.

A flicker of a thought threaded through his concentration - Darth Bane's Rule of Two. As he cleaved through another Sith, his mind considered Bane's philosophy. The Brotherhood of Sith, as far as Tyson understood, was supposed to mirror the Jedi Council in power and wisdom. These Sith were plentiful, yes, but he found their strength wanting. Their skill level was only slightly above Visas. Powerful, but not overly so. And certainly no match for Tyson. It wasn't arrogance but a statement of fact. As if to drive the point home, he swiftly disarmed a Sith, the opponent's lightsaber humming ominously as it spun away. A swift kick sent the disarmed Sith sprawling backward.

Tyson moved like a phantom between his assailants, a blur of blue and red light. His sabers spun, whirled, and struck with an economy of motion that was as beautiful as it was lethal. A Sith charged him, a roar of fury echoing off the cave walls. The attacker's lightsaber arced down in a killing blow. Tyson met the attack head-on, his blades whirling in a flurry of motion. The lightsabers clashed with a hiss, the blades' glow reflecting off their faces. Then, quick as a viper, Tyson's off-hand saber slashed sideways. The Sith's cry was cut short as he crumpled to the ground. Ducking beneath a poorly aimed swing, Tyson retaliated with a swift, upward cut, cleaving his next opponent in two. Then, spinning on his heel, he deflected another attack.

Tyson cut through the Sith like a scythe through wheat, a harrowing reminder of the true difference in their strengths. Each fallen enemy only confirmed his idling thought: perhaps Bane was onto something with his Rule of Two. These Sith were numerous, yet not one had given him a true challenge. Bane's philosophy seemed increasingly plausible.

~~Star Trek: TNG~~

Lightsaber skill increased! (40)

13x Sith Lords Defeated!
+171,000 exp (514,000/397,000)
Level Up!

Tyson emerged from the cave, the remnants of the Brotherhood were strewn about him like broken dolls. There was an eerie silence now; the violent symphony of lightsaber combat had ended, and not a single heartbeat echoed in the Force from within the cave. The Brotherhood had been erased, brought down to the last. As he left, Tyson dipped his finger in the blood of his fallen enemies. Few had powers worth absorbing, but he did gain something from slaughtering the Brotherhood. Particularly of note, the leader had access to a rare Force power, but Tyson hadn't given him a chance to use it. The battle may have shifted slightly in their favor if he had.

Perk Activated: Power Eater!
Force Powers Acquired!
Battle Meditation
Battle Meditation allows you and your allies to work together seamlessly and with a level of precision that can only come from The Force. As a Full-Round Action, you can spend a Force Point to give you and all allies within 6 squares of you a +1 insight bonus on attack rolls that lasts until the end of the encounter. This power scales accordingly in group and space combat.

Force Lightning
You blast an enemy with deadly arcs of Force energy. Make a Use the Force check against the target's Reflex Defense. If successful, the target takes 8d6 points of Force damage and moves -1 step along the Force Lightning Withering condition track. Otherwise, the target takes half damage. You can spend a Force Point to move a target an additional -1 step along the Force Lightning Withering condition track when you successfully hit it with Force Lightning.

Then, Tyson's senses prickled. It was like a sudden storm on a quiet sea, a flurry of Force signatures rapidly converging on his position. The sheer volume of incoming life forces was enough to stir a note of caution. They just kept increasing in number, he lost track but assumed it was around a hundred.

"Jedi," he murmured under his breath, recognizing the distinct resonance of the light side in the Force. His eyes narrowed. They were the last thing he needed right now, especially after a battle that had already taxed him. His Force Point reserves were almost half spent and while he could fight, he had no desire to take on a Jedi army.

The wisest course of action was clear. Tyson's figure blurred, fading from sight as he activated his Force Concealment. He shrank away from the visible spectrum, disappearing from physical sight, and simultaneously cloaked his presence in the Force, effectively making him invisible to the Jedi's Force senses. Tyson retreated into the sky. The Jedi would find only the aftermath of a battle they had missed, and the mystery of a confrontation between Sith that had seemingly turned on each other in the end.

Leaving the cave massacre behind, Tyson found his way back to the ship and the clash between Darth Maul and Darth Bane. Emerging from his shroud of invisibility, he materialized on the outskirts of the battlefield, his boots landing softly on the metallic ramp of the ship where Cognus stood, her eyes riveted on the deadly battle of lightsabers in front of her.

Maul and Bane were engaged in a war of attrition. The fierce tempo of their earlier confrontation had subsided, replaced by a steady rhythm as their energy reserves began to wane. Lines of fatigue were etched into Bane's face. His breaths came in ragged gasps and the strength of his swings had diminished. Maul, on the other hand, had borne the brunt of the onslaught. His crimson skin was marred by burns and charred holes were visible in his clothes from the sizzling touch of Bane's lightsaber. His muscular frame was slumped slightly, his eyes, however, still held the unwavering spark of his unyielding resolve.

"Looks like Maul's got his hands full," Tyson remarked, keeping his tone casual despite the high stakes. He crossed his arms, joining Cognus in observing the fight between the Sith warriors.

Maul launched himself at Bane. His crimson blade attempted to bypass Bane's defenses with pure aggression. But each savage swing from Maul was parried or redirected. Maul lunged again with a feral snarl, his saber a streak of red intent on skewering Bane. But the Sith Lord, anticipating the reckless attack, sidestepped and, in one swift motion, sent a devastating riposte toward Maul's exposed flank. With a harsh, metallic clang, Maul's saber was knocked from his grip, sent spiraling away to clatter uselessly on the ground.

Bane seized the opportunity, spinning with the momentum of his disarmament strike, his lightsaber humming ominously as it carved a path toward the defenseless Maul. It was a killing blow, the climax of the battle of attrition.

But as the fatal arc of plasma descended upon Maul, another blade interjected itself, blocking the lethal strike. Tyson stood there, his red lightsaber creating a barrier between Maul and certain death.

With a glacial calm that seemed to drain the immediate tension from their deadly standoff, Tyson addressed Bane. His voice carried an undercurrent of steel. "That was a good fight," he said, keeping his blade steady against Bane's. "But I won't let you kill Maul."

Bane's eyes flickered with a cold, calculating light as he held Tyson's gaze. "And why should I spare him?" he demanded, his tone as harsh as the Ruusan winds.

Tyson's reply was as unyielding as his stance. "The Brotherhood's ritual was stopped," he declared, his voice echoing slightly against the unnatural quiet of the valley. "They were destroyed." Tyson continued, "Furthermore, there's a force of Jedi on their way here. They'll find us shortly." His next words held a question, an implicit offer. "So, will you continue to fight, or can you put aside your differences and leave with us?"

Bane's silence stretched, the hulking Sith lord grappling with the new reality. After a tense moment, he finally broke the silence, his voice resonating with a hint of reluctant acceptance. "If the Brotherhood is truly gone... then most of my work is done." His gaze hardened once more, locking onto Tyson. "All that remains is to finish the job."

Suddenly, Bane threw himself at Tyson and Maul with a flurry of blows that seemed to fill the air with a maze of crackling energy. His lightsaber hummed menacingly as it carved through the air, each swing backed by the raw, indomitable power of a Sith Lord. A number of these strikes were aimed at the disarmed Maul, forcing Tyson to maneuver and block in his defense. Bane had cleverly crafted his offense to keep Tyson constantly on the back foot. Tyson's lightsaber moved in graceful arcs, deflecting Bane's powerful strikes. He weathered the assault, his every movement, each swing of his blade, was precise, and efficient. But, just as he prepared to launch a counterattack, an abrupt interruption shattered their duel.

Unexpectedly, a sudden blaze of light shot forth. A lightsaber blade burst from Bane's chest. With a gasp that echoed chillingly, the Sith Lord's eyes widened in surprise, and his body stiffened in response to the fatal blow.

As Bane crumpled to his knees, a figure stepped into view behind him.

Cognus.

Her sharp-toothed smile was a haunting display of delight. Her eyes sparkled with fervor as they stayed locked on Tyson. "Are you pleased?" she asked in an almost innocent tone, her voice surprisingly light given the gravity of the situation. There was an undercurrent of neediness in her question, an unusual vulnerability that seemed out of place. It was as if she were a schoolgirl seeking the approval of her crush rather than a Sith engaged in a life-or-death battle. It was a twisted devotion, a yearning that bore sinister hallmarks.

Recognizing Cognus's desire for praise, Tyson opted to indulge her. He sensed a growing bond between them, one that had flourished since their intimate encounter in the environment dome. Instead of disregarding her fixation, he chose to cultivate it.

"Yes, Cognus," Tyson began, injecting a note of warmth into his voice. "You've done well. Very well indeed." The words were both a salve and a reward, stoking the fires of Cognus's fixation on him. Tyson had to tread carefully, for such feelings could be a double-edged sword, but for the moment, he needed her devotion.

~~Star Trek: TNG~~

Tyson, along with Maul, Visas, and Cognus, made their way to the core chamber of the Automated Repair Facility. The station was a grandiose structure that had been claimed to serve as the Korriban Starbase. Even though it was integrated into both the system and the planet, the Facility still needed a sentient being to power it. Since Tyson hadn't supplied a living creature, it was unpowered, and they stood enveloped in a palpable darkness. The gloom was pierced only by the luminescent glow emanating from their ignited lightsabers. The red light gave an eerie glow to the ghost station, casting long, distorted shadows on the walls around them.

Held within Tyson's firm grip was one of the companion gems, pulsating with an unseen power. This one, for Darth Bane, was but one in a collection he'd amassed in the tomb. Each gem was imbued with a powerful essence that was tethered to its intended owner. Within his collection, he had several gems including those for members of the Brotherhood, the Sith defeated by Cognus - Githany, and a young girl destined to become Darth Zannah named Rain. Each held a story, a life that was now in Tyson's hand. As he held the gem designated for Bane, the fiery glow of their lightsabers reflected off its smooth surface, casting an array of colors throughout the dark chamber.

Tyson stood amidst the darkness, contemplating his impending actions. Committing someone to the Automated Repair Facility was the equivalent of handing them a death sentence. They would be utilized as a living battery for the station, their life essence drained perpetually. Even if they were to be released, there would be nothing left to redeem, no way to heal what had been irrevocably damaged.

The gravity of this decision weighed heavily on Tyson, the consequences of his actions pressing down on his conscience. He finally broke the silence, "What is it like, the companion gem?" His question hung in the air, each word heavy with uncertainty and a hint of trepidation.

Cognus was the first to respond. Her voice was matter-of-fact, stripped of any hint of emotion, "It's not like anything. I lost our battle, and then I was in the Academy."

Her statement was as cryptic as it was concise. Maul, standing silent until now, chimed in with his own experience, his voice deep and grating, "It was much the same for me. I was with you on Naboo, then the next moment in the arena."

The atmosphere remained thick with anticipation as Tyson held the gem aloft, contemplating his next move. Visas broke her silence, her voice a soft murmur in the dark chamber. She declared her experience was akin to what Cognus and Maul had described. She then noted that T'Pol, however, had recounted something different. This piqued Tyson's curiosity, causing him to gesture toward her to continue. Visas recounted T'Pol's account of her summons before the battle on Coruscant. "She described it more as a calling or a sensation through the Force. She could have resisted but chose not to," Visas shared. She then looked directly at Tyson, her blindfolded gaze was unhindered by the darkness. "I believe I understand your fear. We aren't automatons, bound to your will. The actions of Lore and Maul serve as evidence of that," she concluded.

Her statement carried weight and meaning, a reminder that his companions had free will. Tyson retreated into contemplation at Visas' words. He found her perspective enlightening and it ignited a whirlwind of thoughts within him. He hadn't even thought to attempt summoning Lore. Based on Visas' insights, it likely was a futile effort.

Furthermore, it became clear that once the companions were summoned, they were not bound to his will or his whims. Breaking his introspection, Tyson turned towards Cognus, "You knew Bane beyond our brief encounter," thoughtfulness could be detected in his tone. "What are your thoughts on him? Is he worth saving? Does he have much to contribute? Or do you see him as more trouble than he's worth?"

His question hung heavy in the air. Cognus paused before responding, her eyes seemed to recede into the depth of her memories before she finally spoke. "Bane was unwavering in his belief in the Rule of Two. He considered it the true path for the Sith. Zannah adopted his philosophy, and before our paths crossed, Tyson, I was ready to follow in their steps." Her voice echoed in the shadowy room. "He clung to his beliefs with a fanatic's fervor, and I doubt you could sway him from those convictions. His dogma doesn't align with your vision."

Tyson absorbed her words, nodding slowly. His gaze remained trained on the flickering glow of the companion gem. The conversation drifted to the other Sith who had been ensnared in this predicament. "And the Brotherhood?" He asked, "And Githany, the Sith you fought?"

A dark laugh slipped from Cognus, "The fact that you could wipe out the Brotherhood so handily means they must have been weak," she declared. "Regardless of your skill, with such overwhelming numbers they should have posed a greater challenge."

Tyson couldn't argue with her assessment, nodding in agreement. "You have a point."

The discussion then turned to Githany. Cognus' expression became more thoughtful, her predatory eyes reflecting the flickering light of their sabers. "Githany...she wasn't among the most powerful, but her style and weapon were unfamiliar to me. She could offer something unique, something fresh. If your plans for this academy are to be realized, I think she might bring some much-needed diversity. And, if she recognized the folly of the Brotherhood's plan she must not be a complete fool."

Tyson absorbed Cognus' words, considering them carefully. It was true, the potential for varied styles was an asset. Every individual had something to contribute, and the more diverse the methods, the more comprehensive the academy would become.

The core room of the Automated Repair Facility was a somber chamber where rows of vacant shelves lined the walls. These were once resting places for those enslaved by the station. Now, they lay empty. Tyson strode toward one of the metal shelves. Its silver surface gleamed ominously in the scarce light. In his hand, he held the gem of Darth Bane. Placing it gently on the metal girder, he took a moment to collect his thoughts, steeling himself for the task ahead.

From the dark recesses of the station, cables slithered out like serpents. Tyson didn't have a moment to activate the gem before they wrapped around it with a merciless grip, probing its surface before plunging into it. The spectacle was mesmerizing yet terrifying. One moment, the gem sat on the girder; the next, it was replaced by the prone form of Darth Bane. His body was splayed out on the shelf, with tubes and cords snaking into his flesh. His eyes were shut, and his chest rose and fell rhythmically in a grotesque mimicry of life forced by the facility. It was a sight that would forever be etched into Tyson's memory. He had claimed lives before, but this felt different. He'd been judge, jury, and executioner, condemning Bane to an existence that, by comparison, made death seem a merciful alternative. This was a fate devoid of the release that death promised. A weight settled heavily on Tyson's chest, the uncomfortable feeling of guilt intertwining with the chilling cold of the core room.

Yet, Tyson had no choice but to steel himself, to harden his resolve. His task was not yet complete. One by one, the gems of the Brotherhood were subjected to the same grim ritual. As each gem was replaced by a body, a part of him felt the cold grasp of the Facility tightening as if the very act echoed within him. Only the gems of Githany and Rain were spared this fate.

Visas sensed the turmoil within Tyson. As his grim task reached its end, she gently took his hand, her fingers wrapping around his in a comforting grip. Silently, she guided him away from the now humming and activated Automated Repair Facility.

As they emerged onto academy grounds, the large-scale construction of a new ground-based spaceport was visible, but it hardly registered to Tyson. The grandeur of the infrastructure, the construction droids moving earth and steel, all of it faded to insignificance in his mind.

His steps were robotic as Visas guided him towards the Academy. Each footfall seemed to echo his internal struggle, a reminder of the choices he had made. And though the Academy and Korriban stood as a beacon of his vision for the future, that day, it served more as a haven to shelter Tyson from the storm of his thoughts.

~~Star Trek: TNG~~

Beneath the canopy of the Arboretum dome, Tyson settled in what he had deemed the 'meditation glade'. He sat within the soft tendrils of Klaban grass, their gentle sway elicited a sense of serenity and stillness within him.

Visas emerged from the foliage, her soft footfalls were a mere whisper against the grass underfoot. Her arrival merged seamlessly with the serene ambiance. "The life around us," Visas broke the tranquility, her voice harmonizing with the subtle rustle of the leaves. "It is flourishing, expanding like the ever-widening universe. The growth has spread within the Veiled Arboretum itself."

"Yes," he responded with a hint of irritation, "and much like the universe, it doesn't rush. I'm looking forward to the day the world outside this dome looks like this."

Visas offered a subtle nod, her understanding transcending the need for words. "Patience," she echoed softly.

They fell into a contemplative silence, the essence of their conversation lingering in the air around them. Visas had spent hours comforting Tyson and now he seemed returned to his normal self. As they meditated, immersed in the ambiance of the Arboretum, their connection deepened. Tyson turned to Visas, his voice barely louder than the soft rustling of the Klaban grass around them. "Do you believe you've changed since you left your master?"

Visas remained quiet for a moment leaving the question hanging in the air between them. "I believe I have," she said, "Leaving my master was a crossroads, a necessary catalyst for change."

Tyson processed her admission, nodding understandingly. "And do you think," he continued, his tone one of genuine curiosity, "that we've grown, during our time on this journey?"

Visas tilted her head slightly, considering his question. "Yes, I do," she responded with a certainty that filled the glade. "Our paths have been intertwined since we clashed on Coruscant. And our journey since has led us to new understandings, new perspectives. Our time on Haven was unlike anything I'd ever imagined. We have both evolved through these experiences, independently and together."

Tyson's expression softened as he listened to her, the sincerity in her voice resonated deeply within him. Tyson, looking out at the expansive Arboretum dome, tapping into the Force, it was as if he could see through the foliage, through the walls at all the inhabitants he'd brought to Korriban. "I wonder about the others," he said in contemplation, "The Jedi, Maul, the Tarellians, the Bynars. Will they stagnate here?" He closed his Force Sight and glanced around the dome, "And will the kind of growth we've seen within this dome be possible across the planet?"

Visas fixed her Force Sight on the ethereal glow of the Arboretum as she considered Tyson's words. "Growth is a universal phenomenon," she began, her voice as calm as the wind rustling through the Klaban grass. "It may not always occur in the ways we expect or understand, but it is as inevitable as the rotation of the planets."

She turned towards Tyson, her blindfolded eyes somehow seeming to meet his. "The Tarellians, the Bynars, they too will adapt. They have their paths as well. The universe doesn't favor stagnation, Tyson. It thrives on change, on growth."

Tyson absorbed her words, the wisdom in them resonating deeply within him. His journey had been all about growth. The Gamer system itself could be seen as a manifestation of the potential for growth.

Tyson's Interface materialized before him. He navigated through the system. His fingers hovered over the section labeled 'Perks,' an area that had become of interest ever since his first intimate experience with Visas. That encounter unlocked a perk named 'Cultic Beginnings', a benefit that allowed him the potential to garner followers and choose three domains.

The perk had sat idle. Tyson was wary of choosing a domain in haste. He was concerned about choosing one that might not be the right fit or something that he might outgrow. But Visas's words echoed in his mind, resonating with his own experiences and the transformation they had witnessed within the dome. "The universe thrives on growth."

He considered the renewed hope and morale that had surged when they'd nurtured the life within the Arboretum dome. It was a powerful sample of what they could achieve and foster under their care. His mind then drifted to the stagnation of those under his charge that he couldn't directly attend to. The Tarellians had done nothing that he noticed since arriving. Maul had done little outside of Tyson taking him into the tomb. There was a clear disparity between the flourishing dome and the plight of those who needed his leadership but weren't within his immediate purview. If the Arboretum could flourish under their collective care, then so too could those who relied on his leadership.

Tyson's fingers moved over the Interface, the holographic display responding to his touch. It was time to choose a domain, to fully embrace the opportunities his Cultic Beginnings perk offered. It was time to bring growth, change, and prosperity not just within the dome, but to all those under his charge. It was time to truly lead.

A single touch on the interface and Tyson's decision was made. The Growth domain - a choice that resonated deeply with his journey thus far and the transformation he hoped to initiate. The holographic interface hummed in acknowledgment of his choice, the 'Growth' icon illuminating with a vibrant green light.

As the selection registered within the system, a ripple effect began its course. The choice wasn't just a personal growth point, but a powerful shift that would influence those under his guidance. Across the barren planet of Korriban, the effects of Tyson's choice were beginning to manifest. Known for its desolate landscapes and arid climate, the planet had long been stagnant and solitary. Like an unseen hand caressing the rugged terrains, new energy seeped into the Korriban soil. Insignificant at first, but gradually gaining momentum. It started at the microscopic level, invigorating the dormant spores, and catalyzing unseen reactions within the dusty, crimson soil. A twitch of life sparked beneath the surface, a solitary green shoot pushing against the stifling sand, reaching out for the sparse rays of the distant sun. It was the sprout of a Vulcan Tea Tree. The seed germinated in a terrain that had long forgotten the touch of green. It was a spark of change, a symbol of the new era ushered in by Tyson's selection of the Growth domain.

Back in the dome, the selection of the Growth domain initiated a profound metamorphosis within Tyson. This was not the Force. The feel of the Force was like a vibration in the fabric of the universe he could reach out and feel, manipulate even. No, this was something innately different.

It started from his core, a heat that was not merely warmth but a sense of illumination, like the birth of a new star within him. His heartbeat steadied, synchronizing with a rhythm that felt primordial, older than the academy, older than the planet itself. This energy did not merely flow through him. It flowed from him, a radiant tide of life and growth that imbued his very essence. In his eyes, a glow sparked, not a mere reflection of light, but an inner radiance that spoke of the divine kindling within him. It wasn't a glaring brightness. It was a candle, a soft luminescence that held the mysteries of creation.

His senses perceived the universe not as a collection of separate entities, but as a tapestry of interconnected life, each thread pulsating with its rhythm, its purpose. Where the Force connected him with the living entities around him, the divine energy connected him to the ebb and flow of existence itself, to the undying process of creation, growth, and evolution.

As this newfound divinity soaked into Tyson, a serene calmness enveloped him, different from the calmness brought by the Force. This was an inner peace born from understanding his role in the greater scheme of things, a realization of his potential to foster growth and change. The Force allowed him to feel the universe, to manipulate its energy. But the divinity of his chosen domain allowed him to become a part of the cosmic orchestra, not merely a conductor but a musician playing the harmonious symphony of growth.

From her place of meditation, Visas was attuned to the unique harmony of the Force around them. Tyson was a force Vergence and had always stood as a radiant beacon in her Force Sight. Now, as Tyson accepted his domain, that radiant aurora of life force underwent a profound transformation. Tyson's core, previously a swirling mass of interconnected energy, burst forth with a newfound luminescence. It was not a mere intensification of his existing aura, but an entirely new layer of brilliance, a rich golden light that spoke of divinity and echoed with the promise of nurturing growth.

Around him, the strands of Force energy, ever responsive to the life around them, shifted and flowed in dynamic patterns. The Klaban grass, already a rich tapestry of life in her Force sight, shimmered with a deeper vitality, each blade basking in the aura of Tyson's new domain.

The change was not confined to their immediate vicinity. The domed Arboretum, already a humming hive of life in her Force vision, pulsed with a renewed vigor, its energy patterns rippling and flowing in response to the divine resonance emanating from Tyson.

Visas felt the transformation at a profound level. The cascading waves of divine energy rolling off Tyson didn't merely wash over her; they resonated within her, harmonizing with her essence. Tyson had always been a beacon in the Force, but now he was more. He was an embodiment of growth and potential. Through her Force Sight, she saw the birth of a new era. Tyson, once a beacon in the Force, was now the beacon of Growth, and the universe hummed in quiet acknowledgment.

Domain Selected (1/3): Growth.
Note: Selecting a second domain requires level 15 and 1000 followers.

The Growth Domain represents the expansion and maturation of all living things. Deities of this domain are often associated with the earth, fertility, and the cycle of life. They care for the growth of flora and fauna, the blooming of children into adulthood, and the continual self-improvement and wisdom gained through experience. Followers and Companions can increase in skills, abilities, and levels without your direct action and when away from your influence. Systems under your control will experience improved plant growth and harvests.

Cultist Rank Increased! (Disciple)

Powers Added!
Enlarge/Reduce: Target a creature or object and change its size by one order of magnitude (i.e. Medium to Large). If the target is an unwilling creature, the creature can make a Constitution saving throw to negate the effect.

Plant Growth: This spell channels vitality into plants within a specific area. There are two possible uses for the spell, granting either immediate or long-term benefits. If you cast this spell using 1 action, choose a point within range. All normal plants in a 100-foot radius centered on that point become thick and overgrown. A creature moving through the area must spend 4 feet of movement for every 1 foot it moves. You can exclude one or more areas of any size within the spell's area from being affected. If you cast this spell over 8 hours, you enrich the land. All plants in a half-mile radius centered on a point within range become enriched for 1 year. The plants yield twice the normal amount of food when harvested.

Enhance Ability: Grants a target you touch advantage on all ability checks for the ability of your choice (Strength, Dexterity, Constitution, Intelligence, Wisdom, Charisma). This also grants the target advantage on all skill checks associated with the ability. This spell can only be channeled for up to one hour. The three physical abilities also come with additional effects: Constitution also gives 10 temporary hit points. Strength also doubles carrying capacity. Dexterity allows the target to fall up to 20 feet without taking damage.

Aura of Vitality: With 1 Action, cast Aura of Vitality on yourself (until the spell ends, the aura moves with you). As a bonus action, choose 1 creature in the aura (including yourself); that creature gains 7 hit points.

Haste: Choose a willing creature that you can see within range. Until the spell ends, the target's speed is doubled, it gains a +2 bonus to Armor, it has an advantage on Dexterity and Reflex saving throws, and it gains an additional action on each of its turns. That action can be used only to take the Attack (one weapon attack only), Dash, Disengage, Hide, or Use an Object action. When the spell ends (after 1 minute), the target can't move or take action until after its next turn, as a wave of lethargy sweeps over it.

Traits Added!
Life's Cycle: Your healing spells are particularly nurturing. When you use a power to restore hit points to a creature, the creature regains additional hit points equal to 2 + your level.

Overgrowth: You can use your spark of divinity to hasten the growth of natural vegetation in a 30-foot radius around you. The area becomes difficult terrain for your enemies as roots and plants respond to your call, potentially entangling them if they fail a Strength saving throw.

Promote Growth: You can use your spark of divinity to accelerate the growth and development of one willing creature. For the next hour, the creature gains an advantage on one type of ability check (your choice) as they experience rapid skill improvement.

Blooming Resilience: When you cast a spell that enhances creatures, those creatures also gain temporary hit points equal to your level, representing their blossoming resilience.

~~Star Trek: TNG~~

Data had just finished communicating with Starfleet command. He turned to Tyson and spoke in his usual matter-of-fact tone. "I must inform you that I have spoken with Starbase 74. It appears that the Enterprise has already departed for Pelleus Five. Our orders are to join them. However, Admiral Jameson has insisted that your evaluation be completed before we proceed. As such, we are to return to the Starbase and I will assume Captain Picard's duties during your review. The Captain has provided me with all the necessary information and has passed on his opinions for my consideration." Tyson nodded silently, unsure how to think about his evaluation. The Gamer believed Jameson, Picard, and Data all had positive opinions of him, but he'd find out shortly.

~~Star Trek: TNG~~
Interlude - Maul & Cognus

Maul stood casting an ominous shadow over the lifeless form of Darth Bane. A few paces away, Cognus lingered in the core chamber of the Automated Repair Facility. Tyson's heavy mood had been infectious, and neither Maul nor Cognus could escape its grasp. For Maul, the grim task of consigning the Sith Lord to the facility had been a somber reminder of the cruel nature of the Sith doctrine. Ironically, it was Darth Bane who'd made the largest contributions to the Sith doctrine of any Sith Lords. Looking down at Bane's now inert body, Maul voiced his thoughts, "It should've been me," he mused aloud, his gaze affixed on the body of the defeated Sith Lord. "He was stronger, but yet I spared, why?"

Cognus stepped forward. The rhythmic tapping of her boots against the metal floor punctuated the heavy silence. When she spoke, her voice had an eerie calmness to it. "Survival isn't always about physical strength, Maul," she said, her words cutting through the dense air like a vibroblade. "Tyson sees potential in you, and that's why you're here. In his eyes, you have something to offer beyond brute force."

Cognus closed the distance between herself and Maul, a slight smile playing at the corners of her lips. She studied him for a moment before she began to speak, "You know, Maul, for some reason beyond my comprehension, Tyson looks at you with a certain childlike wonder," the hint of a smirk playing on her lips. "But don't mistake that wonder for weakness. Although, I must say… he's not wrong," she continued, her eyes never leaving his. "Your training, it was incomplete. It's almost as if you were intentionally hobbled. None of us would dispute you have an impressive mastery of the lightsaber. Yet, your understanding and access to the Force is, to be kind, subpar." She paused, letting her words sink in before continuing. "To compound the issue, you are stubborn and solitary, refusing assistance and guidance from others. Tyson's interference saved you. Let that be a lesson to you," she warned, her tone growing sharper. "You know, your master was killed, but not by your hands. You have not earned the title Sith Lord. You remain an apprentice. Use this second chance, this opportunity to learn and grow. Become something greater, Maul. It's not just what Tyson sees in you, it's what you could become if you'd only let yourself."

Her final words hung heavy in the air, a challenge to the wounded pride of the Zabrak.

~~Star Trek: TNG~~
Interlude - Q

Unseen to any but themselves, Q and Lady Q watched the goings-on within the Arboretum Dome on Korriban with an air of bemused interest. The intangible god-like figures stood spectating from the edges of the Continuum, the ethereal realm.

As Tyson rose, pulsating with divine energy from the Growth domain, Lady Q let out a delighted chuckle. "Ah... he's beginning to understand, isn't he?" she asked, the corners of her eyes crinkling with affectionate warmth.

Q, ever the cynic, arched an eyebrow. "Starting to understand? He's barely scratched the surface."

Lady Q gave him a reproving look. "Every great journey begins somewhere, Q. Tyson, unknowing as he may be, has taken his first small step. It's... adorable."

Q scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest, but he couldn't quite mask the glint of approval in his eyes. "Quite a big step for a toddler, wouldn't you say?"

With a dismissive wave of her hand, Lady Q chided him. "Let's just watch. It's not every eon we get to see this, after all."

The two Q continued to watch, their incorporeal forms casting subtle ripples through the ethereal space, as Tyson embraced his new path, oblivious to the divine spectators and the true nature of his first steps into a larger universe.

~~Star Trek: TNG~~

AN: This concludes the current story arc. I wrote episodes 6-12 (Haven to this one) as a single-story arc. Episodes 13-16 are the next arc and will stray from the Season 1 canon. The TNG episodes will continue with EP 17.

It's been 6 months since I posted this story and almost a year since I started writing it. My goal was 1k followers/favorites, 125k words, and finishing the Phantom Menace arc. Didn't quite reach the followers and overshot my word goal by double. Regardless of the mistakes I've made, the story has remained reasonably popular and seems to be mostly enjoyed by readers. So thanks for sticking around and providing feedback through what is essentially the first 'book'. The next chapter is what I consider the start of the second 'book'.

The next chapter will contain another reviewer's CYOA decision option. Unlike the one from this chapter, the next is going to be extremely important to Tyson's development and the direction the story takes.

Over the past several months I've been writing openings to a new story. 15-30k words to see how the story feels, how fun or difficult it is to write, etc.

The list so far…
Pokemon/Naruto - SI, Gamer, Cultivation-style crossover.
Worm/Marvel - SI, Gamer, Darkest Tome-like progression.
Marvel/Worm/DC - MC is a Deviant but more like That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime, Gamer.
Marvel/X-men/Spiderman - SI replaces Rogue but gets her power, non-Gamer.
Marvel/DC/Worm/City of Heroes - Superhero multi-cross Gamer fic.
Pokemon - part monster character, part DungeonCore, actual jumpchain start playing by the rules.

Unfortunately, I haven't settled on which I enjoy best. This story gives me my fill of sci-fi, I'd like to write something more superhero or fantasy. I'm leaning toward the Pokemon jumpchain or the Worm/Marvel Darkest Tome currently. Trying to decide by the end of next month.

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Tyson

Title: Ensign, Padawan, System Lord, Cultist

Race: Human Hybrid

Level: 13 (117,000/469,000)

Energy Credits: 328,120,603

Hit Points: 810/810

Force Points: 2 + (Use the Force skill/5)*2 + Wisdom Modifier (6*2) = 16/34

Strength: 28
Dexterity: 17
Constitution: 27
Intelligence: 20
Wisdom: 23
Charisma: 16

Armor:

Reflex: 10+13+3+1=27 (+5 Makashi) (+5 Dark Presence)
Fortitude: 10+13+8+5+1=37
Will: 10+13+6+1=30 (+15 vs Force)

Luck: 2

Unspent Attribute Points: 3

Traits:
Racial (Vulcan Senses, Strength, Metabolism, Half-Betazoid Sense, Lobes for Business, Klingon Constitution, Cybernetic Implants, Technological BondGills, Nonliving, Longevity: 1200 yrs.)
Starship (Sneak Attack, Improved Stealth),
Power (Gaze Sense, Dream Visions, Demand Surrender, Rapid Strike)
Skill (Hard to Injure, Sneaky, Deceptive)

Status Effects:
'Telepathic Bond (T'Pol)'
'Force Bond (Arren Kae, Visas Marr)'

Skills:
Meditation: Lvl 2
Engineering: Lvl 38
Computers: Lvl 41
Physical Science: Lvl 31
Martial Arts: Lvl 32
Athletics: Lvl 20
Medicine: Lvl 36
Social: Lvl 36
Cooking: Lvl 32
Energy Weapons: Lvl 18
Melee Weapons: Lvl 20
Stealth: Lvl 21
Perform: Lvl 22
Thievery: Lvl 3
Use The Force: Lvl 56
Lightsabers: Lvl 40
Piloting: Lvl 2
Life Science: Lvl 35

Force Powers:
Sense Force, Force Sight,
Art of the Small, Mind Trick, Battle Meditation.
Force Resistance, Dark Presence,
Telekinesis, Force Lightning,
Battle Strike, Dark Rage, Prescience.
Sith Alchemy.

Lightsaber Technique:
Forms: Shii-Cho, Makashi, Shien, Djem So, Trakata.
Talents: Block, Deflect, Double Attack, Triple Attack, Multiattack Proficiency (2)

Disciple Powers: Domains - Growth (1/3 Selected)
Traits - Life's Cycle, Overgrowth, Promote Growth, Blooming Resilience.
Powers - Companion Channeling, Answer Prayer, Enlarge/Reduce, Plant Growth, Enhance Ability, Aura of Vitality, Haste.
Followers - 48.

Language Skills:
Cetacean: Lvl 5
Klingon: Lvl 2
Vulcan: Lvl 5
Ligonian: Lvl 5
Huttese: Lvl 4
Binary: Lvl 3

Perks:
'Out of Nowhere'
'The Anti-Worf Effect'
'Universal Translator'
'Culinary Visualization'
'Your Hands Clean'
'Grand Theft Starship'
'Spreading Love'
'Power Eater'
'Apt Pupil'
'Master with your Hands'
'Binding Foods'
'Direct Control Disruption'
'Aesthetic Damage'
'Speedy Promotions'
'Legendary Thief'
'Force Vergence'
'Duel of the Fates'
'Cultic Beginnings'
'Plague Doctor'
'Nowhere to Hide'

Drawbacks:
'Q and U'
'Hunted by the Light and Dark'

Systems:
Korriban.