The Sith Gamer Chapter 1: Off to a Rough Start (Part 1), a star wars fanfic

Chapter 1: Off to a Rough Start (Part 1)

POV: ?

Gamer's Mind has been activated.

Germer's Body has been activated.

Stats Sheet

Name: Kazakin ?

Race: Half-Human, Half-Echani

Gender: Male

Age: 9

Titles: Slave

Abilities: Droid Mechanist (Savant)

Force Sensitive (Dormant, requires 100 points to unlock)

Observe (Locked until you've completed your first quest)

0 points available

I am very confused right now.

I spent most of my life in a hospital with tubes and needles being shoved inside me on a daily basis. I don't even remember what the feeling of sunlight on my skin was like. I passed the time by watching TV (mostly Star Wars), playing video games (again, mostly Star Wars), reading (Surprise! More fucking Star Wars!), and jerking off to the nurses (and twi'leks on the internet. MORE STAR WARS). Especially when they were in the room. Ha! I have fond memories of Nurse Hawkins scolding me for that.

"Kazakin? Really?"

Unfortunately for her, she kinda gave off that dommy-mommy energy so I was sort of into getting yelled at by her. Don't judge me! I was bedridden and was told that I'd live to be 19 if I was lucky and 15 if I was unlucky. Well, guess what? I died at fucking 14! I had to lower my standards to have any kind fun before then!

"Yup. Kazakin."

Anyway, my illness made me question many things. If there is a God, why did he stop me from ever really living? Why did I have to die so young? So, I decided there is no God. We live, we die, and there's nothing after that. Party it up until the day you die and fuck the consequences. But then I died and was reborn in this body just a few minutes ago.

Is this my consolation prize for living such a sad and boring life?

"Yeah, that scrawny piece of bantha dung. They're selling him to the Sixth Sector Wampas. Krek is running low on slaves who can fix his droids and Kaz here is the only one we've got with any mechanical skills."

NOPE. I am being sold as slave apparently! Fuck you God!

"Come here, kriffer," a fat green guy said as he reached down, grabbed me, and pulled a sack over my head.

Why is he green?

For the next few minutes, I was led through several corridors towards what I assumed to be the exit. Though I could not see, I could smell the filth, hear the wails of other captives, and sense their despair.

Wait. Sense?

+1 point for sensing your surroundings

What?

Unfortunately, I wasn't given time to think about it as I was roughly shoved into the back of what appeared to be a flying car. Also, because just my fucking luck, I bumped my head on the door due to the sack obscuring my vision.

Ow.

-1 HP

99/100 HP

Ok, seriously. What the hell?

While I still couldn't see, I was able to feel the vibrations of the vehicle as it took off. It was sort of like a combination of riding in a car and flying in an airplane.

Howdy partner!

OH SHIT! Is that you, God? I didn't mean any of that earlier! I was just being an edgelord!

Oh, no, no, no, I'm not God. At least I don't think so.

Ok, then who the hell are you? Why are you in my head? And why do you have a southern accent?

I don't know what a southern accent is, but I'm the game! Sorry for the late introduction, I wasn't fully loaded into that brain of yours up until a few moments ago.

….. Your name is 'the game?'

Yessiree!

….. That's stupid.

Aw, now I'm sad.

Look, how about I just call you….. uh….. Ozzy? Oz for short?

Well darn tootin, that would be just swell!

+5 points for giving me an actual name

Great, so Oz, would you mind explaining what the hell is going on? Last time I checked I was dead, not a slave, and not….. wherever the hell this is.

Righto partner. See when you died, you got chosen to be reborn in another universe! Mostly outta pity cause your first life was kinda… well….. you know.

Fucking depressing and boring?

I don't like to swear. Anyway, you've been reborn in the universe of Star Wars! As a Gamer, you get the powers of the Gamer's Mind and the Gamer's Body for free! Now you have the chance to really live, become super powerful, and have fun!

Can you elaborate on those?

Sure thing! Ya see, the Gamer's Mind makes it so that you can always think logically and be immune to anything that will mess with your head like mind control or being drunk. The Gamer's Body will make you more durable and makes it process things like pain and exhaustion in in a way that won't inhibit you.

Why was I reborn a slave?

…. So, don't be mad, but I may have made a little oopsie and skipped the character creation segment. So, this kid whose body you're in died at the exact millisecond you were meant to be reborn so your soul kinda latched onto him.

FUCKING WHAT!?

But don't you worry, partner! I'm gonna make this up to you! Usually, you only get one free ability and gotta spend points to get more, but I'm gonna give you your choice of 3 Novice Ranked abilities for free!

Speaking of which, I got some points earlier. Are the abilities what I'm supposed to spend them on? How do they work?

Alright, so each ability costs 100 points to unlock. That'll start you off at the Novice Rank for that ability. From there you can purchase upgrades that will exponentially increase the ability's effectiveness, but it will also be exponentially more expensive! For example, to unlock an ability and gain the Novice rank, it costs 100 points, like I said earlier. To upgrade to Savant, it costs 500 points. The next upgrade is Adept, which costs 1,000. Then there's Elite which costs 10,000 followed by Master which costs 50,000, and finally there's Peerless which is a whopping 100,000. As for the abilities themselves, they cover all sorts of useful things ranging from Strength and Hacking to Intelligence and Combat Styles such as Djem So and Makashi! Not to mention using the Force, of course. I bet you're excited for that!

Damn, these all sound pretty expensive. How do I get more points?

By doing anything, really. The more difficult or impressive the accomplishment, the more points you'll get! I'll give you a quest for you to complete every now and then, so that should help. You can reject them but if your complete them, you'll get some special rewards beyond just a boatload of points.

I think I understand. Use one of my freebies to unlock my ability to use the Force. I want to keep the other 2 in reserve for now while I figure out what kind of situation I'm getting dragged into here.

Sure thing partner! I'm sure you'll figure it out! Good choice on unlocking Force Sensitivity early by the way! You see, you can't upgrade any Force abilities past whatever rank your Force Sensitivity is, which is now Novice. But on the upside, it not only improves your ability to sense things through the Force but it also increases your Midichlorian count which improves the overall power of all Force related abilities you unlock. As you upgrade it you'll improve your control over the Force allowing to preform acts of superhuman strength and agility not to mention eventually unlock Battle Precognition which will let know where your enemy is going to try strike in advance. It's kinda like seeing a few seconds into the future during a fight.

Speaking of the future…

Quest added: The Great Escape!

Escape slavery by any means necessary.

Rewards: 10,000 points, 3 Basic Item Boxes, the Observe ability, and your freedom.

Bonus points will be awarded upon completion based on feats preformed during the course of the quest.

Failure: You either die or keep being a slave.

Go get e'm partner!

With my conversation with the friendly voice in my head over, I turned my attention to the guy driving the hovercar I'm stuck in. I couldn't see him but I could now clearly sense him through the Force. I could also get a general sense of his mood and a few stray thoughts of his.

"So, who are you?" I asked, trying and probably failing to be nonchalant.

"You're still alive?" the driver asked with scoff. "You've been so quiet back there I thought you died or something. Usually when I pick up a new slave they're always screaming, crying, or begging. You? Not a peep until."

"It's not my first rodeo."

"What's a rodeo?"

"….. Do you mind if ask you a few things? I'd like to know what's expected of me."

"I liked you better when you were quiet."

"Please?" I pushed, using what little control I had over the Force to influence him.

+3 points for influencing your target

"Eh, kriff it. Why not? We got some time until we arrive at the Sector Six power station."

4 hours later….

Upon arriving at the power station, I was immediately put to work on repairing the droids that the local gang used to maintain control of their territory and slaves, which I took to with a smile on my face. The Sixth Sector Wampas almost exclusively used KT Sentinel Droids for this purpose. They were an older droid model (practically ancient like almost everything else this cheapskate gang used) but they were still more sturdy than the B1 Battle Droids the Trade Federation used in movies. I wouldn't be surprised if every single one of the past 8 KT units I'd repaired had all been used during the Mandalorian Wars.

I had just finished making repairs to another KT unit and reactivated it. Apparently, this body's former owner was good at screwing around with droids so I got the ability Droid Mechanist, which came with the new body for free.

+5 points for fixing a droid

+5 points for hacking a droid

Thank you, Oz.

My body was pretty young. In fact, according to Ozzy, I was 9 years old. I'd also gotten a chance to get a peak at what I looked like in the reflection of some broken glass. I had snow white hair that was shaved down to a buzzcut, white irises (typical for an echani), and pale, sunken features that would be considered handsome if it weren't the malnourishment. I'm not as pale as the standard echani, probably due to the fact that I'm half human, but I should still try to get a tan. I look like goddamn corpse. Although that might be because of the malnourishment.

As I sent the KT unit off to fulfill its duties, a member of the Sixth Sector Wampas hurled another disabled Sentinel Droid onto my workbench.

"You're fixing these droids pretty quickly, slave. Nice work," the smelly man (who's name I haven't bothered to learn) said in a friendly tone as he tapped his baton against the workbench, although his smirk was anything but friendly. "It's too bad you got 88 more to go!"

… I'm just gonna call him Smelly in my head from now on.

"That's okay, boss!" I exclaimed with a grin and a chipper attitude. "I enjoy working on droids! I'll take care of it!"

"Oh. Well….. Good!" Smelly frowned at my enthusiasm and general happiness before stalking off. "That little kid creeps the kark out of me."

"I don't know how you do that, Kaz," the girl working at the workbench next to me, Valkia Temen, whispered worriedly. She was a human girl that was a year younger than me and had the same buzzcut that all the Sixth Sector Wampa's slaves had, although her hair was a dirty blonde color as opposed to my white hair. She had a few freckles on her cheeks and dark brown eyes. Notably, there was a thin scar that ran across her mouth that went down to her chin. She wasn't as good at repairing droids as the rest of us in here but Krek kept here around because she knew how to take care of his starship and he hated paying for anything. "The gangsters usually smack any slave that smiles."

"What can I say? I have a way with people," I grinned as I got to work on the next droid. Although, it would be more accurate to say that one of my new abilities is what's keeping me from getting the shit slapped out of me.

Stats Sheet

Name: Kazakin ?

Race: Half-Human, Half-Echani

Gender: Male

Age: 9

Titles: Slave

Abilities: Droid Mechanist (Savant)

Force Sensitive (Novice)

Observe (Locked until you've completed your first quest)

Charisma (Novice)

Hacking (Novice)

99 points available

When I arrived here, I quickly took stock of my situation and started formulating a plan. To complete my plan, I used the other freebies that Oz gave me and purchased Charisma as well as Hacking. Charisma combined with Force Sensitive made it easier to get information out of the gangsters and other slaves, which I got some more points for. Not just information related to my current situation, but the wider galaxy.

The Trade Federation hasn't attacked Naboo yet and Chancellor Kalpana was in office. Unfortunately, that's all I know about the current galactic situation, but that gives me a general idea of what point in the timeline. I'm in the age before the Battle of Naboo which gives me the relief of not having to deal with the Galactic Empire, the Death Star, Emperor Palpatine, or Darth Goddamn Motherfucking Vader. The Republic is still around, and the Clone Wars are far from starting. Though I have no damn clue who Kalpana is so I don't know how long it will be until the Sith Grand Plan commences.

That's another droid done.

+5 points for fixing a droid

+5 points for hacking the droid

First of all, I'm on Nar Shaddaa, the armpit of the galaxy. Specifically, I've been put to work in the Sector Six power station which is controlled by the Sixth Sector Wampas, which I already knew. What I didn't know was that their boss was a Trandoshan they call Krek the Skinner. I haven't seen him yet but I know where his office is and I've heard his voice a few times. He likes to scream at people over the intercoms. Additionally, this place is full of generators that provide power to critical functions all over the sector including the Red Light District, the Slave Market, several flying casinos owned by Barrukka the Hutt, and various other locations I don't remember. Note to self: purchase Intelligence so I won't be so forgetful.

That is how that works, right Oz?

Sorry partner, but no. You'd want to start investing in Memory for that. If you get it up to Peerless, you would have photographic memory and perfect recall! Your mind would be a steel trap surrounded by land mines! Intelligence impacts your ability to learn, use critical thinking skills, and capacity for knowledge. Intelligence also helps you with logic, deduction, planning, and the accuracy of your predictions.

Thanks Oz, I'll keep that in mind. Would you go ahead and buy Intelligence for me anyway?

Intelligence (Novice) has been purchased

9 points remaining

Anyway. The Sixth Sector Wampas have a deal with Barrukka the Hutt. After they took this place over a few years back their boss rigged all the generators to blow and told Barrukka that he would maintain the flow of power to the Hutt's enterprises and have his rivals experience 'unfortunate outages' in Sector Six in return for a steady flow of credits. If the Hutt didn't accept the deal, Krek threatened to detonate his explosives and cut off the power for everyone in Sector Six which would inevitably lead to what is essentially the apocalypse for the entire sector. Barrukka's floating casinos would fall out of the sky, life support would be cut, there would be no light for those in the lower city, people would start murdering each other for basic necessities, it would be total fucking chaos. Sounds fun.

Another droid 'fixed.'

+5 points for fixing a droid

+5 points for hacking the droid

Apparently, Krek is a cheapskate and likes to horde all the credits he gets from the Hutt in his personal starship. That's why he has all the droids. He managed to get the KT Sentinel Droids for free when he robbed a salvage ship and decided he would have them oversee his slaves rather than implanting us all with transmitter chips because it was cheaper for him. While he has most of his slaves doing menial tasks and the dangerous work of providing coolant to the outdated generators, he has a few skilled laborers do the tedious work of maintaining his 500 KT units. Of course, the droids are old and are in constant need of maintenance so these slaves are under constant pressure to keep up with Krek's demands, but I'm happy for the opportunity to grind for points. Ultimately, it will be his penny-pinching ways that will be his undoing.

Apparently, he always keeps the access cylinder to his starship and the detonator with him. It would be a real dick move if someone decided to kill him and steal his shit. Maybe that someone would then pull the trigger on the detonator, plunging the sector into darkness and anarchy, before grabbing his ship and credits and flying the hell out of here during all the chaos.

I let out a chuckle that sounded almost sinister as I completed yet another droid. Valkia gave me a funny look for a few seconds before shrugging and getting back to work on her own hunk of junk. I hadn't stopped grinning since the smelly guy had left. Hell, I hadn't stopped grinning since the moment Oz explained the situation to me back in the hovercar.

+5 points for fixing a droid

+5 points for hacking the droid

But how would this person kill Krek in the first place? His goons would protect him and this person is probably a slave with no access to weapons. But y'know what else would be a dick move? Hacking a bunch of his droids during the repair process and installing a nasty little surprise in them.

The plan is beautiful in its simplicity. The droids I got my hands on have been reprogramed to spread the virus I've created to the other droids that haven't had to go undergo maintenance. They will behave normally and follow their usual directives until I give a code phrase. After that, fun things start happening.

Yuuuuuuuuuup. Real dick move.

+5 points for fixing a droid

+5 points for hacking the droid

I woke up the next morning looking forward to another day of fixing droids. Yesterday I repaired and hacked all 88 droids I was assigned. I got 5 points for fixing them and an extra 5 points for hacking them. By the time I was done I had 876 points, which I spent last night before I went to sleep. Unfortunately, the gangsters woke me and the others I was locked up with after only 4 hours of asleep. I don't like being woken up early.

So... they have chosen death.

Thanks to the Gamer's Mind that I received, drowsiness didn't really affect me so I woke up as chipper as I was yesterday, though I will admit I was a little pissed off at the fact I slept so little. The first thing I'm gonna do when I blow this place to hell is take a very long nap.

As I expected, me and the other slaves who were good at repairing droids were immediately marched back to the Droid Workshop (I was cheerfully skipping on the way there much to the confusion of everyone else) after our morning routine, which mostly consisted of receiving threats and being fed rotten rations. Still better than hospital food though. That's not a high bar but it's a step up from what I was eating for most of my first life.

+5 points for fixing a droid

+5 points for hacking the droid

That was 7th droid I've fixed since I started today. Life was good. Yup. This isn't becoming monotonous at all.

…. Oh, who am I kidding? I was officially bored. Fixing these droids was kinda fun at first and they were a great way to grind for points, but I REALLY wanted to take a nap and, honestly, I was prepared to murder a LOT of people if it meant being able to take that nap.

Stats Sheet

Name: Kazakin ?

Race: Half-Human, Half-Echani

Gender: Male

Age: 9

Titles: Slave, Creepy Kid

Abilities: Droid Mechanist (Savant)

Force Sensitive (Savant)

Observe (Locked until you've completed your first quest)

Charisma (Novice)

Hacking (Novice)

Blaster Pistols (Novice)

Telekinesis (Novice)

Intelligence (Novice)

Mind Trick (Novice)

49 points available

I upgraded Force Sensitive seeing as I was a damn child so using the force would definitely be my best means of offense and defense. Additionally, I got Blaster Pistols in case I was able to get a weapon away from the guards and I'm so small I wouldn't be able to use anything that was bigger than a pistol.

As for Mind Trick, as Oz explained it, up until this point I'd been using the Force to compel people to answer my questions. It wasn't a full Mind Trick to get people to act against their own self-interest, but now I could pull it off on the particularly stupid such as Smelly. Telekinesis was a must have as it enables me to do things like Force Push and Force Pull along with other basic telekinetic tricks.

Honestly, I think I have everything I need to get out of here. I could almost taste my freedom. So close yet so far.

"Are you okay, Kaz?" Valkia asked from beside me. We were working at the same workbenches as yesterday. "You got a funny look on your face."

"I'm fine. I'm fine," I replied dismissively without taking my eyes off yet another boring droid. "Just had a thought is all."

"Are you sure?" she still seemed concerned. "You haven't stopped smiling since yesterday. You're starting to scare the others; they think you're going to snap or something."

I ignored her and started looking around. Smelly was the gangster in charge of us again. There were a total of 8 KT Sentinel Droids in the room watching over us.

You there Oz?

Always, partner.

Hold onto your ass, I'm about to do something stupid.

But I don't have a fanny.

Fanny?

Like I said, I don't like to swear.

Butt isn't a swear.

… Are you sure?

I shook my head in amusement as I finished the last droid I was planning on messing with.

+5 points for fixing a droid

+5 points for hacking the droid

Well, time to roll the dice.

"Hey, Smelly!" I called out, getting the lanky bastard's attention. He immediately spun around and locked his beady eyes on me in disbelief. So did all the other slaves in the room, although there was also a healthy dose of fear emanating from them. My grin widened slightly when I saw the disbelief on Smelly's face fade to anger as he stormed over to me.

"What the kriff did you just say to me, you filth!?" Smelly shouted as he smacked his baton against my workbench.

"I need you to take me to Krek, I've got some information for him," I said instead of answering his question. "I bet he'll be pretty happy with what I have to say."

"What the…. What kind of poodoo do you have in your brain?" Smelly shouted some more, waving his baton in my face. "Why the hell would I take you to the boss? Not shut the hell up and get back to work. Once you're done, you'll be lucky if I only beat you until your mother can't recognize you!"

"Didn't you hear me? I have valuable information for him," I continued, this time using Mind Trink and Charisma to compel him. "He wouldn't be happy if you kept this from him."

"You, uh what?" Smelly lowered his baton and started scratching his head with a confused look on his face. "Yeah. Yeah! I should take you to the boss. He'll know if you're talking out of your ass."

"You should bring an escort of at least 4 droids, just in case I try anything."

"I should bring 4 droids with us. I don't want you getting any funny ideas."

"No time like the present, right?"

"Yeah! Get your ass moving, slave!"

And with that, I was being escorted out of the workshop by Smelly and 4 Sentinel Droids. I glanced back at the other slaves to see Valkia openly gaping at me.

'Are you kriffing insane?' she silently mouthed at me. Exposure to gangsters appeared to have taught her more than her fair share of swear words.

'Probably,' I mouthed back with a smirk.

I followed Smelly down the corridor towards Krek's office, eagerly taking note of the blaster pistol he tucked into the back of his pants. The guy didn't even have a holster. I stopped staring at the weapon when the door to Krek's office opened and we stepped in. Compared to the rest of this shitshow the office is actually nice and clean. There are some stuffed creatures here and there, likely things Krek killed personally while hunting in the name of the Scorekeeper, a fine desk, and a window overlooking a landing platform that had Krek's ship, a modified D-5 Mantis Patrol Craft, parked on it.

For the first time since I got here, I laid my eyes on Krek. He was fatter than I was expecting, wore an awful yellow coat, was flanked by 4 Sentinel Droids (bringing the number of droids in this room up to 8), and he looked rather irritated as we walked in.

"You better have a good reason for being here, Pallorn," the blue scaled Trandoshan hissed. "Barrukka's representative is coming here to try get me to lower my price again and I don't need any distractions!"

…. So THAT was Smelly's name! Meh, I'm still gonna keep calling him Smelly.

"Sorry, boss. I had to bring this slave to….. wait… what was I doing?" Smelly started scratching his head again. It looked like the Mind Trick was wearing off. "Why did I…. I don't..."

"You don't even know why you came in here?" Krek seemed genuinely exasperated. "This is new low, even for you, ya dumb kriffer."

"Yeah, I'm bored of this conversation and I want to take a nap, so I'm gonna go ahead and wrap this up," I said with a yawn, causing Smelly and Krek to turn towards me, one still seemed confused while the other was looking angrier by the second. "Oh, by the way: Hi! Krek!"

"Who in the name of the Scorekeeper are you supposed to-"

"EXECUTE ORDER 69!" I bellowed at the top of my lungs. Immediately, the droids turned their blasters on Smelly and Krek and opened fire. Krek was lucky and slumped over his desk after a single shot to the chest. Smelly, on the hand, was more or less turned into swiss cheese as the other 7 droids focused on him.

Hahaha. It's funny. Get it? He's Smelly? Cheese is supposed to be smelly?

….. Sorry partner, but that was pretty bad.

Shut up, Oz.

+10 points for indirectly murdering someone

Goddammit, I can't stay mad at you.

"Get out there and kill anyone who has a weapon," I commanded the droids who instantly turned as if on a swivel and marched out of the room. With them gone, I rushed over to the desk and immediately activated Krek's intercom. "Execute Order 69!" I shouted into it and mere seconds later I heard the beautiful sounds of blaster fire all over the facility as my droid army turned on the gangsters.

+10 points for indirectly murdering someone

Oz! Stop with the notifications, you're gonna give me a fucking headache!

Sorry about that partner! How about I just notify you every time 100 points have been earned? At least until the fighting dies down?

Yes, thank you. That'll work just fine.

No problem, partner!

The droids may have outnumbered the gangsters and caught them off guard, but they're still basically walking piles of scrap metal that are only a little better than basic B1s. With the Hutt representative on the way, most likely with his own guards, the gangsters would likely win against the droids if given enough time. So, with that in mind, I began rummaging around in Krek's left pocket. It wasn't long until I found the starship access cylinder. As I moved to get the detonator, which I assumed to be in his right pocket, I was caught by surprise as I received a scaly fist to the face which sent me flying over the desk and landing on top of Smelly's smelly corpse.

-6 HP

94/100 HP

Oh, Smelly. Living up to your name even in death.

I was able to ignore the pain thanks to Gamer's Body. As I tried to get up, I found Krek's snarling face mere inches from mine.

Oh. He's alive. Shit.

Didn't you realize that when you only got one notification for indirectly killing somebody?

Not now, Oz! I'm already aware I'm an idiot!

Krek lashed out at my face with his claws, scoring 2 deep gashes horizontally across my right cheek and knocking me back down.

-9 HP

85/100 HP

Before I could react, he had his hand around my throat and started squeezing.

"You think you can kill me, you little schutta!" he shrieked as he lifted me up, causing my feet to start dangling in the air due to my short stature. "You will BEG ME to kill you before I'm done!"

My response was to bring my hands together and deliver as powerful a Force Push as I could using my Telekinesis. The result was that the force of the blast caused him to loose his grip on me and sent him crashing into his desk as I fell to the floor gasping for breath. This motherfucker was tougher than he looked as he was already starting to struggle to his feet again, this time with a wary look in his eyes in recognition of my power.

+100 points for indirectly murdering people

"Jedi scum," he groaned.

I wasn't going to wait for him to come at me again so I reached out with the Force and pulled Smelly's blaster pistol to me, catching it in my hand as if I'd practiced it. The moment Krek was on his feet I fired 4 shots directly into his stomach making him howl with pain as he collapsed against the remains of his desk.

Still no notification? I guess he's still alive.

As I marched over to him, blaster in hand, I noticed his eyes watching me. He wasn't trying to get up but he was holding up the detonator threateningly.

"Take one step closer to me and I'll blow this place to hell!" he hissed. "The sector will descend into anarchy as everyone start fighting over basic necessities! So, unless you want this place to…"

"Do it," I interrupted him.

"Wha-what!?" he coughed out, blood starting to dribble out of his mouth. "Do you think I'm kriffing bluffing!?"

"I don't care if you're bluffing. Either you use it or I'm gonna take that thing from your corpse and burn this shithole to the ground myself," I smirked. "The chaos will be the perfect cover for me to make my escape."

"Thousands will die in the ensuing chaos! Tens of thousands! Your fellow slaves among them! Don't you care!?"

+100 points for indirectly murdering people

"Eh, not really," I shrugged. It wasn't like I was really attached to them. The only one who would even speak to me was Valkia. The rest were creeped out by me for some reason and just answered my questions to make me go away. As far as I was concerned, they could be angels or wish granting fairies for all I care. They stood between me and my first taste of life and I would let NOTHING get in my way. Also, I still really wanted to take a nap.

"… You're… completely insane."

"You're completely insane," I repeated back to him in an annoying voice. "God, that's cliché. Are you going to pull the trigger or not, you overgrown lizard?"

Krek sighed and lowered the detonator. He was going to die. He knew it, I knew, and Oz knew it. There would be no mercy. But not being surprised is boring and if there's one thing I hate more than anything: it's boredom.

"Well? We both know how this ends. Do it!" Krek spat, the blood that had been dribbling out of his mouth was now staining his awful yellow coat.

"….."

"….."
"You know, it's a real shame that Steve Jobs died of ligma," I said sorrowfully, causing Krek's face to twist in confusion.

"Who the hell is Steve Jo-"

"LIGMA BALLS!" I exclaimed as I shot him in the face. Hot damn that was satisfying.

+20 points for your first direct kill

This act was committed in cold blood.

-10 Alignment

With no time to waste, I snatched the detonator from his scaly hands, idly noting my blood dripping from his claws before deeming it inconsequential. Now that I had everything I needed, there was no point in sticking around. I ran as fast as my little legs could carry me through the door to the landing platform. With a wave of the access cylinder the ship's ramp lowered and the airlock opened, allowing me to take my first steps into Krek's… no… MY ship.

Just as I was about to enter, I sensed someone approaching me from behind. I spun around and leveled my weapon at this interloper only to find Valkia had just stepped onto the boarding ramp and was staring wide eyed down the barrel of my blaster.

"Where the hell did you come from?" I demanded, mentally berating myself for not noticing her approaching sooner.

"I…. I heard your voice over the intercom and then all the droids and gangsters started killing each other," she replied nervously. "All the other slaves took their chance to escape and I decided to come find you in Krek's office. I thought you needed help. Kaz, did you… did you kill them?"

"Duh," I replied blandly as I lowered my blaster. There was no purpose in pointing it at her now, she wasn't a threat. "Well, as you can see, I'm fine. You can leave now."

+100 points for indirectly murdering people

"You're bleeding!"

Oh, right. My face.

"Thanks, I noticed," I responded drily, slightly embarrassed that I had forgotten about the marks left by Krek's claws. "Now listen, I'm about to take MY new ship here and get off this rock so unless you feel like getting your face burned off by thruster exhaust, I suggest you clear off!"

"Wait!" she called out as I started to turn around.

"Whaaaaaaaaaaat?" I moaned, dearly wishing that this conversation would be over.

"Take me with you!"

"Huh?"

"Krek always had me repair his ship whenever it was having trouble so I know it better than anyone!" she proclaimed. "I can also help patch you up! I can be useful!"

"Why do you even want to come with me?" I questioned.

"… I don't have anywhere else to go," she muttered sadly.

I'm a little torn here. On the one hand, I don't want to have to explain myself to anyone or have them question my sanity because I'm planning on doing some very stupid things. Additionally, her loneliness is a whole lot of not my problem. On the other hand, I don't know jack-shit about starship maintenance and I guess I could use the company.

"Fire, let's get moving," I sighed as I entered the ship with Valkia hot on my heels.

+ 5 Alignment

The interior had a decent amount of space and a few different rooms, mostly taking advantage of verticality so there were stairs that led up to the comms systems, cockpit, and captain's quarters. As my new companion started looking around, I made my way up the stairs to the cockpit. Side note: I also passed what I believed to be the captain's quarters on my way there, there was a curtain over the door made from Wookie pelts. Just a guess, but I'm pretty sure that's where Krek got the name Skinner from.

+100 points for indirectly murdering people

With a massive grin on my face, I promptly took the captain's chair and placed my hands on the controls. I was ready to get hell off this rock! But then I came to a startling realization…..

I had no fucking idea how to fly this thing. I had no fucking idea how to fly anything for that matter. GOD FUCKING DAMMIT! I AM MOTHERFUCKING IDIOT!

Would you like me go ahead and purchase the Piloting Ability, partner?

Hell yes! You're the best, Oz.

Aw shucks, you're gonna make me blush.

Piloting (Novice) has been purchased

449 points remaining

As I felt the knowledge flow into me, I activated the startup sequence causing this beautiful metallic beast to power up, its engines roaring like a fearsome dragon that had been awakened. Now all that was left to do was fly this baby straight up into the sky and kiss this garbage heap of a planet goodbye. However, since the fighting started between my rewired droids and the gangsters the Hutts had sent reinforcements, the sky around the power station was now abuzz with Hutt Cartel troop transports that were delivering enforcers to put down the droids and seize control of the power station for Barrukka the Hutt. There was no way I would be able to fight my way past them with just the meager skills that came with Novice Piloting. I needed a distraction.

"Oh shit, I almost forgot," I muttered to myself as I pulled the detonator out of my pocket and pulled trigger before tossing it behind my back. Immediately, the facility shook with explosions. The neon lights of Sector Six which were once so bright that they could be seen from orbit all went out. As darkness descended on the sector and chaos erupted, shuttles and ships fell from the sky and crashed into buildings. Blaster fire was exchanged in the streets and fires broke out. Slaves butchered masters and riots started happening all over the place. Barrukka the Hutt's floating casinos fell from the sky leaving destruction in their wake and buildings toppled.

It was glorious.

+1,000 points for unleashing incalculable death and destruction upon Nar Shadda

-300 alignment

+100 points for indirectly murdering people

+100 points for causing catastrophic damage

+100 points for indirectly murdering people

+100 points for causing catastrophic damage

+100 points for indirectly murdering people

+100 points for causing catastrophic damage

+100 points for indirectly murdering people

+100 points for causing catastrophic damage

+100 points for indirectly murdering people

+100 points for causing catastrophic damage

+100 points for indirectly murdering people

+100 points for causing catastrophic damage

+100 points for indirectly murdering people

+100 points for causing catastrophic damage

+100 points for indirectly murdering people

+100 points for causing catastrophic damage

Oz, disable notifications for now.

You got it!

"HAHAHAHAHA! BURN BABY! BUUURN!" I exclaimed, laughing in pure joy at both the beautiful scene before me and the exorbitant number of points I'd just earned. Valkia came barging into cockpit as I laughed and looked on in horror at what I'd unleashed.

"What the kriff just happened!?" she gasped before she noticed at the detonator on the ground. She looked at it, looked at me, looked at it again, and then finally her eyes came to a stop on me. "Kazakin, what is this?"

"It's not what it looks like," I said as I strapped myself into my seat, completely unconcerned.

"It looks like you took Krek's detonator and blew up the power station."

"Oh, in that case it's exactly what it looks like."

"WHY DID YOU DO THAT!?"

"It's our only chance to slip out of here!" I shouted back at her. She wobbled on her feet as the ship began to take off. "Now shut up and strap in! This is gonna be a bumpy ride!"

She didn't put up any further argument as she hopped into the copilot's seat and strapped in, holding onto the armrests for dear life as I steered us straight up into the sky. The skies between us and the upper atmosphere were a mess. Ships, speeders, and personal shuttles were flying all about in every direction. Any semblance of order in the sky traffic situation had been lost. I barely managed to swing to the left to avoid a burning starfighter that was spinning out of control.

"Have you ever flown before?" Valkia asked shakily, her knuckles turning white from how tightly they were clutching the armrests.

"Nope," I replied without taking my eyes off the sky. With gritted teeth, I managed to barely dodge a pleasure barge that was falling out of the sky.

"We 're gonna die!"

"Shut up!" I shouted in aggravation. Some maniac had just flown by and took a few potshots at us. I don't know why and I don't care why.

This wasn't working.

Oz! Upgrade Piloting to Savant ASAP!

Got it!

Piloting (Savant) has been purchased

3,945 points remaining

What the fuck? Where did all of those come from!?

A LOT of people are dying because of you, partner. You're doing great!

I'm starting to think that you're just as psychotic as I am.

Oh no, I'm not crazy. I'm just supportive! That's what friends are for right?

Never change, Oz. Never change.

With my piloting skills suddenly becoming noticeably better, I was able to thread the needle between two cargo ships just before they collided and nearly crushed us in between them. With that, we finally ascended past Sector Six's skyscrapers and into the upper atmosphere. I didn't let myself breath a sigh of relief until we were finally out in space.

"Holy fucking hell," I sighed as I let myself relax a little.

"Is it over?" Valkia inquired. I turned to see that she had covered her face with her palms and was refusing to look.

"Yeah. Yeah, we made it," I replied with a shaky laugh. "That was awesome, right?"

"I am NEVER doing that again," she groaned as she began to disentangle herself from her seat.

"Never say never," I quipped as I set the ship to autopilot and got out of my own seat, following her lead. "Alright, let's take stock of what we've got. I'll check our supplies, you check to make sure the ship is running smoothly."

"Right," she nodded before punching me in the arm.

-1 HP

99/100 HP

"Ow! What the fuck?"

"That was for setting Sector Six on fire," she growled at me before stepping forward and giving me a hug. "And that was for getting me out of there."

I didn't really do much other than look out for myself, but whatever.

After that she swiftly exited the cockpit and went downstairs to check out the engine room. I went across the walkway to the captain's quarters. After pushing the Wookie pelts out of the way I sat down at the edge of the bed and sighed.

Alright Oz. Hit me with the notifications. Just give me a summary so you don't set my brain on fire or something.

Sure thing, partner!

Quest completed: The Great Escape!

Escape slavery by any means necessary.

Rewards: 10,000 points, 3 Basic Item Boxes, the Observe ability, and your freedom.

Bonus points will be awarded upon completion based on feats preformed during the course of the quest.

Calculating bonus points…..

5,000 points for the destruction of the Sixth Sector Wampas

3,000 points for (unknowingly) facilitating a slave rebellion

10,000 points for crippling Barrukka the Hutt's enterprises and overall Hutt Cartel control of the sector

50,000 for plunging the sector into anarchy and causing devastation that will take decades for Nar Shadda to recover from

In total, you now have 702,456 points!

-1000 alignment due to the sheer horror of your actions and lack of concern for the countless lives you've ruined today.

Toal alignment is at -1305. Darkside Level 1 has been applied.

That was fantastic! I'll be honest with you partner, when I gave you this mission I thought you just going to escape the sector. I didn't think you were burn the whole place down on your way out. That was mighty impressive! Also, I would probably find you completely terrifying if I was capable of such an emotion, but all I'm able to feel are friendly things like happiness and whatnot!

Holy mother of God, that is a lot of points.

You're darn tootin it is!

So, what's this alignment crap I keep seeing pop up? You never explained that.

I guess you can say it's like a karma value, but it also tracks your immersion into the light or dark side of the Force. Once you got to -1000 alignment, you became attuned to the Darkside. This opens up the ability to get you some dark Force abilites.

So can I get Force Lightning?

Oh, sorry. Force Lightning and other advanced abilities are locked until you can get your Force Sensitivity up to at least Adept. The more you upgrade it, the more abilities will become available for purchase.

To get my Force Sensitivity up to Peerless, I'll need to 161,000 points, right?

Yes siree!

Do it.

Force Sensitivity (Adept) has been purchased

Force Sensitivity (Elite) has been purchased

Force Sensitivity (Master) has been purchased

Force Sensitivity (Peerless) has been purchased

541,456 points remaining

Whoa. I can feel that.

I could feel the Force flowing through the universe. Through the stars, through the ship, through Valkia, and through me. It was…. Something. Something special. I don't know how I ever lived without this feeling. But I wasn't feeling it in its entirety. Gamer's Mind was blocking me from fully embracing this sensation.

Oz, disable Gamer's Mind for me for a minute, will ya?

You got it!

Then I felt it. The Force. But not just the Force, the red hot and murky feeling of submerging myself in the Darkside. It felt like power. It felt like glory. I felt unstoppable. I WAS UNSTOPPABLE. I, A NINE-YEAR-OLD BOY JUST BROUGHT AN ENTIRE SECTOR TO ITS KNEES IN JUST 2 DAYS! THE FORCE IS MINE TO BEND TO MY WILL!

POV: 3rd Person

On the planet of Coruscant, the beating heart of the Galactic Republic, Grandmaster Yoda stirred during his meditation. He sensed something. Something disturbing. The looming presence of the Darkside, though starved, was ever present. Always lurking. Always waiting. That was normal, but there was something off, a sense of foreboding.

Then he felt it, something terrible had happened. Death, destruction, suffering. Yoda didn't know what exactly had happened nor could he sense the who, what, or where of its origin. But it wasn't over. It got worse.

Someone was using the Darkside completely unrestrained. Someone powerful. They delivered a feast of death and torment unto it. But in turn, the Darkside was fed upon as well, devoured by a cackling being of raw selfishness and…. Joy? It was rather strange.

Regardless, the Darkside, no longer starved, let our bellow of triumph in the Force. All who could feel the Force in the galaxy sensed it.

And just as quickly as it appeared, this strange presence disappeared once more without a trace. The Darkside lurked once more, sated but ready to pounce when the opportunity presented itself once again, as always.

Yoda opened his eyes and climbed down from the cushion he'd been meditating on, a troubled frown on his face. He heard the door to his chambers open and turned to see his old friend enter the room.

"Master Yoda," Mace Windu greeted him, his face awash with concern. "You sensed it too?"

"Sensed it, I did," Yoda nodded, a grim expression on his face. "Returned, the Sith have. Assemble the council, we must."

Elsewhere on Coruscant, the Senator from Naboo stared out of his office window in the direction of Nar Shadda with a wide grin on his face. He'd felt it. He'd felt this individual through the Force. He'd felt their callous disregard for the lives of others and their selfishness. He'd felt the ecstasy of someone having fully embraced the Darkside for the first time. It was almost nostalgic, reminding him of when he succumbed to the seductive influence of the Darkside's power.

Whoever they were, they were powerful. Powerful but reckless. Palpatine was somewhat irritated that someone had gone ahead and revealed the return of the Sith to every Force user in the galaxy almost a decade ahead of schedule, but it changed very little. Once Plagueis was dead and Maul had served his purpose, Palpatine would have seek this person out. While he did not know who they were, he could sense that they were young and, more importantly, strong in the Force. They would need a master and once Maul was gone; he would be in the market for a new apprentice.

But for now….

Palpatine exhaled as he sat back down behind his desk. He had work to do, and the Sith Grand Plan would not wait for a single anomaly.

POV: Kazakin

HOT DAMN! WHAT A RUSH!

-100 alignment

Alright Oz, reenable Gamer's Mind.

Here ya go, partner.

With my sad excuse for sanity returned, I let out a chuckle. The way the Darkside felt had some similarities with some of the stimulants and other drugs that I had to take back at the hospital, particularly the addictive ones that gave you quick high when taken for the first time. Which I may or may not have stolen a few times to get high. It seemed that embracing the Darkside would improve my abilities significantly but doing it too much would make me dependent on it. It would be best used in small doses.

Would you like to make any other purchases, partner?

Not right now, Oz. I don't want Valkia to get suspicious. I should probably start checking the cargo hold.

Before you do that, ya might want to look in the mirror.

Taking advice from the voice in my head, which is always a good idea, I strolled into the bathroom and stared into the mirror. The first thing the caught my attention were the marks left by Krek's claws.

Yup. That's gonna leave some scars.

The second thing made my eyes widen. My irises had gone from white to yellow. A very Sithy yellow.

The Darkside leaves a more physical mark on its practitioners than the light. Do you want me to enable Hide Dark Side Corruption?

No thanks, Oz. I'm kinda digging this new look.

Alrighty. Let me know if you change your mind! OH! Do you want to crack open those Basic Item Boxes you got now?

Not yet. Let's wait until we're in the cargo hold. I don't want to have to explain where I got them from in case Valkia pokes her head out of the engine room.

With that, I headed downstairs to see what goodies Krek had left for me. The cargo hold was where the scaly bastard kept all his credits and there sure were a lot of them. Like, a metric fuck ton. Literal piles of them. I guess Krek just liked to show off? Or maybe he was like Mr. Krabs who refused to get a bank account and this was the Star Wars equivalent of stuffing all your money under your mattress?

Other than a massive pile of credits there were a few weapons such as vibroblades, blasters, bowcasters, and various other weapons I didn't know the names of. No lightsabers, much to my dismay.

Now that I was down here, I decided to open the 3 Basic Item Boxes.

Basic Item Box opened. Randomly selecting your prize.

Congratulations! You got a pair of commlinks!

Basic Item Box opened. Randomly selecting your prize.

Congratulations! You got a basic utility belt (size will increase as you grow).

Basic Item Box opened. Randomly selecting your prize.

Congratulations! You got a WESTAR-34 Blaster Pistol!

Not bad. Not bad. Definitely gonna swap out Smelly's blaster for the same weapon used by Jango Fett. I still really want a lightsaber though.

As I proceeded with my inspection of the cargo hold I made sure to equip the utility belt, slip the WESTAR in the holster, and tuck the commlinks away in one of the pouches.

While there was an abundance of weapons, ammunition, and credits, we were short on food, water, and medical supplies. Not to mention clothes that would actually fit kids like me and Valkia. Speaking of whom, she stepped into the room with a smudge of grease on her forehead and her hands on her hips.

"We have a problem," she announced, an exasperated look on her face.

"Lay it on me."

"The hyperdrive is on the fritz again. Not surprising seeing as this model is practically ancient. Not to mention that Krek sucks at taking care of his ship," Valkia scoffed. "I can fix it but we'll need some new parts. How's our supply situation?"

"We've got enough firepower to arm our own band of mercenaries and enough credits to buy a Hutt pleasure barge but we're low on food, water, and clothing that actually fits us," I replied before grin stretched across my face. "We're close to Nal Hutta, right? I bet we can get everything we need from there."

"We just escaped slavery," she pointed out. "I'm not exactly eager to go marching right into the hive of scum and villainy that makes up the heart of the Hutt Cartel. That planet is a magnet for problems and there'll be sleemos looking to make some quick credits by recapturing escaped slaves."

"You let me worry about that," I said as I walked past her and made my way back up to the cockpit with Valkia at my side. "I bet that after today's events, I have a kill count higher than anyone else on the planet."

"That's not something to be proud of," Valkia snapped as she turned to glare at me before her eyes widened slightly. "What happened to your eyes? They're yellow now."

"Don't worry about," I replied, earning an unimpressed look from her. "Fine. Long story short, I can use the Force and the eyes are a side effect from the way I've been using it."

"The Force? You mean that weird space magic the jedi use?"

"Basically, yes."

"Are you a jedi?"

"Hell no!"

To be honest. I had briefly considered going to the Jedi Temple and trying to become a jedi when I'd first unlocked Force Sensitivity, but I quickly discarded the idea for several reasons. First of all, they have a lot of rules and I HATE following rules. Second of all, the thought of locking myself up in that goddamn temple of theirs with all those sanctimonious pricks sounded like a nightmare. It's just another prison. Third of all, I had no intention of sticking to the script and preserving canon. I fully intended to tear this galaxy a new asshole. I would still make sure that the Clone Wars kick off though. All those battles and all those deaths? Sounds like a prime opportunity to earn more points than I would know what to do with and become the most powerful Force wielder in the galaxy. The final reason was because Coruscant was where Darth Sidious resided and I had no intentions of going ANYWHERE near him until I was confident in my abilities.

As we took our seats in the cockpit again and started setting a course for Nal Hutta, it occurred to me that there was still one more thing that Oz and I needed to discuss.

Hey Oz, you and I never talked about Observe? What's its function and how does it work?

Sorry about that partner, you and miss Valkia were talking and I didn't want to be rude and interrupt. Observe is passive like Gamer's Mind and Gamer's Body and thus does not require upgrades. Using Observe on someone will give some general information about them such as their name, race, alignment, skills, Force potential, threat potential, and their thoughts on you.

Let's take it for a test drive.

I turned to glance at Valkia at and used Observe on her.

Name: Valkia Temen

Race: Human

Force Potential: Negligible

Threat level: Low

Alignment: Light 1

Skills: Starship Mechanics, Astrogation, Droid Mechanist, Piloting

Thoughts on you: You're crazy and dangerous, but you're also her best shot at escaping slavery once and for all. She briefly thought of returning home to reopen her dead parents' starship repair kiosk but decided not reopen old wounds. She's decided to follow you, mostly out of a lack of alternatives available for an 8-year-old in Hutt Space.

Huh, handy.

"I've locked in our course to Nal Hutta. We should arrive in a few hours," Valkia informed me.

"Good, that'll give us a little time to rest up before we get there," I said as I hopped out of my seat. "There's a shower in the captain's quarters and I'm gonna go use it. You can use it when I'm done. Come get me if the ship's going to explode or something."

"Why do you get to bathe first?" she demanded.

"Because I'm the one who's done all the heavy lifting today."

"You're mean!"

"You're damn right!" I laughed as I left the cockpit.

Say Oz, can I access the memories of this body? I mean, Kazakin's been alive nine years before I got here. I want to know who I am.

Gamer's Mind will interfere with some of the memories, but I'll give you the rundown while you shower. It would be best not to do this around miss Valkia. Your reactions might be a little….. volatile.

I take it that his memories aren't full of sunshine lollipops?

That's one way to put it, partner.

POV: 3rd Person

The usually peaceful atmosphere of the Jedi Temple was nowhere to be found. A dark gloom had descended upon the beacon of light. Younglings were frightened, Padawans were irritated, Knights were anxious, and the Masters we berating themselves for somehow missing the return of the Sith. All of them were waiting to hear from the Jedi Council which was currently hosting an emergency session to discuss this resurgence of dark power.

"Do we at least know where this dark presence originated from?" Yaddle inquired, concern etched on her face.

"Despite our best efforts, no," Micah Giiett replied somberly. "All we've been able to determine is that it came from somewhere out in Hutt Space."

"Hm. A harsh environment, that is," Yoda grimaced. "A place for evil to not just hide but thrive. Concerning. this is."

"We as jedi hold no jurisdiction in that part of the galaxy," Windu noted. "If we were to send a team out to investigate, they would need to be well versed in dealing with criminal elements and possess no small amount of discretion."

"The Dark Woman, perhaps?" Ki-Adi-Mundi suggested, earning some raised eyebrows. "I know she's a bit….. unorthodox, but her loyalty to the jedi is beyond question. If we asked it of her, I'm sure she'd be willing to come to our aid."

"I agree with Master Mundi," Rancisis made his thoughts known. "She would be ideal to lead a small team of experienced jedi into that den of hedonism."

"We can't send too many jedi on this mission, we don't want the Senate to become alarmed," Eeth Koth interjected. "It should only be a pair of jedi. I don't know about you all, but I don't want to explain to the Senate that we're sending a bunch jedi on what they might see as a witch hunt."

"I agree," Even Piell nodded. "This is jedi business. It is not the Senate's concern. A standard pair of jedi won't raise any eyebrows."

"Then I suggest we send Jedi Master Baltrann to assist her," Saesee Tiin spoke up. "He is an excellent tracker and is pragmatic enough to balance the Dark Woman's more…. Fervent behavior."

"Agree with this course of action, I do," Yoda agreed. "But be wary of his emotions, Master Baltrann must be. The events of the Battle of Galidraan, haunt him they do."

With the Grandmaster's approval given, the jedi took their leave. All of them but Yoda and Mace Windu that is.

"Speaking of Galidraan, how is your former padawan?" Windu inquired once it was just him and Yoda in the room. "I know its been four years since then, but that time has not been kind to him."

"Withdrawn and distrustful, Dooku has become," Yoda sighed wearily. "Deceived, he was. Many died as a result. Lost his apprentice, Komari Vosa, as well shortly after. Blames himself he does. Understandable, his behavior is. Much sorrow has befallen him."

"The Force tests us in mysterious ways," Windu commented.

"Truth there is, in your words," Yoda nodded sadly. "But make the pain fade, it does not. Struggle to let go of the past, Dooku will. In his position, struggle would I as well."

POV: Kazakin

I exited the shower rather shakily. Ozzy was right. The memories I was shown were intense.

To summarize what I'd seen, I was born into a Mandalorian clan, Clan Ordo specifically. My mother, Ashla Ordo, was an echani who gave birth to me after getting it on with a jedi before she ended up killing him. I don't know the details and I don't know who the jedi was and honestly, I don't care. Mom was pretty nice though. I had a grandfather (mom's adoptive father) who was a Mandalorian Armorer called Krask Ordo. He's the one who taught me how to repair and modify droids. He's still alive and was apparently on Concord Dawn. My mother fought alongside Jango Fett and the True Mandalorians until the Battle of Galidraan where most of the True Mandalorians died and Fett was sold into slavery by the planetary governor. I was sold as well, apparently. The jedi thought that they'd eliminated the mandalorians on that planet but didn't count me among them because I was a 5-year-old runt who'd barely started training with blasters. So, I ended up getting sold alongside Jango (I don't know where he ended up) to the Hutts. After that I spent 4 years as a slave.

And then today happened.

As I passed by the mirror, I used it to get a look at the tattoos I now remember getting on my back at my mother's insistence. Sure enough, on the back of my left shoulder was the symbol of Clan Ordo and on the back of my right shoulder was the symbol all mandalorians know and revere, the mythosaur skull.

Awesome.

As cool as all that was, there was one detail that stood out as extremely important to me. The Battle of Galidraan. Sure, I lost my mom there and I was enslaved, boo-fucking-hoo, but that wasn't what was important. What WAS important was that I knew that the Battle of Galidraan took place in 44 BBY. The Battle of Naboo occurred in 32 BBY with the Clone Wars kicking off in 22 BBY. With the 4 years I spent enslaved, this meant it was currently 40 BBY and I had eight years until the Battle of Naboo. That should be plenty of time for me to become powerful enough to go toe to toe with the best the Jedi Order has to offer and that will hopefully be enough for me to be able to put up a fight if I piss off Sidious too much.

Oh, who am kidding. I'm gonna piss all of them off! Republic, Jedi, Hutts, Order of Bane, I'm going to annoy the hell out of all of them!

I swiftly got dressed in a black cloak that was in Krek's locker, though I cut it shorter with a vibroblade first so that I wouldn't be swimming in it. It still didn't exactly fit right, but it was better than wearing those filthy rags that were provided to the slaves. Once more, I entered the cockpit to find Valkia sleeping in the pilot's chair.

She looked so peaceful.

"WAKE UP YA LITTLE SHIT!" I shouted as loudly as I could. Valkia flailed in her seat before stumbling to the floor. "It's your turn to bathe."

"What the hell is your problem!?" she shouted as she stood up.

"I was just politely informing you that it was your turn," I replied in mocking sympathy. "You seemed so upset earlier when I took the first shower. It would be rude of me not to let you know I was done."

She gave me a look that screamed 'you're so full of shit' and to be honest, she wasn't wrong.

"I don't have the energy to argue with you," she sighed as she left the cockpit. "Try not to blow up another planet until I'm done!"

"I'll fuckin do it again just to spite you," I grumbled quietly so that she wouldn't hear me. "And it wasn't the whole planet anyway."

... I wonder how many points I'd get for blowing up Alderaan?

Oh boy, first time doing a Star Wars story. I had a much easier time writing this than I did my last story, mostly because it's less serious. Chapter 2 should be done relatively soon.