Nexus HWR 16.4 Sith:

Day 1

Resistance HQ

Stan Marsh stood outside on the second floor of the north side of the Resistance Headquarters. The suns were rising to his right, and although it was pretty early in the morning, there was a lot of noise around him. People were going for early-morning swims in the swimming pools as large as ones Stan had seen used in the Olympics back on his world. Some people were using the rock-climbing walls, and others were just going for jogs around the second floor's exterior, as it was miles long in length and had a beautiful view out over some of the most pristine land Stan had seen in Aebrith so far.

The boy wore a brown cloak, but he had on a black hoodie underneath it too as it was chilly up on the battlements. He stood right up on the ledge of the second story for the half of the building made with giants in mind, likely in part built by giants too Stan assumed considering how massive the place was. He took in a deep breath of the fresh air around him, then he turned his head to the left. Stan looked towards the dimmer part of the sky, a direction that had some storm clouds in it too. Stan stared that way, then he turned his head and looked at the building behind him again.

To do something like this, with little conviction, would be suicidal. I need to steady my mind. The young boy closed his eyes and emptied himself of troubling thoughts. His mind cleared, and he focused. A couple of men standing near a turret to Stan's left looked towards the boy and stared oddly at him. He was standing in a place with a great view, but his eyes were closed and it unnerved them a bit as he stood right on the ledge. It almost looked like he was going to jump off, but his face was too stern and empty to be someone on the verge of killing themself. Still, they stared at the left side of his face closely, at the vertical scar over his left eye and his hand that only the fingers stuck out of his cloak's brown sleeve.

Stan took in a deep breath, then let it out and opened back up his eyes. No more hesitation. No more jumping back and forth between plans. This was the plan all along, or it should have been at least. Stan's hands clenched and he took another deep breath before turning to the left again. He ignored the men looking his way, staring in front of them and past the walls of the Resistance HQ to the west. After all, a Sith belongs with his own.

The boy turned and walked back towards the building behind him. It was a long distance to the nearest elevator down, which meant another long walk back to the front doors, but the drop off the second story was too much for him. He frowned as he started the trip back for the front doors. It wouldn't be too much for me, if I was strong enough to take on Ichimaru Gin. He can fly. He could take this drop without batting an eye. Stan got an angrier look on his face, his fists clenching even harder at his sides. He had a drawstring bag over his back but under his cloak, a bag with everything in it he thought he would need for a journey. As much as he had still been indecisive, he knew what answer he was going to come to. He had known it for a long time.

A few people Stan walked past on his way towards the elevator glanced at the kid with uneasy expressions, and they got more nervous as the brown hood of Stan's cloak lifted up over the top of his head and shadowed over his face. He headed down to the first floor of the surface section of the Resistance HQ, and he started making his way back for the main entrance that he was going to leave through. As he walked, he had the urge to turn around for a second. Ben, Timmy, everyone, Stan thought about some friends he had made recently, but he did not slow down his strides or even turn back as the thoughts crossed his mind.

What did cause Stan to slow down though, was the group of people coming through the front doors of the Resistance HQ. The doors had opened up wider than they had for his group the day before, twice as tall and a lot wider to cover almost the width of the full west door. Stan had wondered how often the doors ever had to be fully opened, if someone that size really did show up at the Resistance often. When he looked towards the opened doors, Stan saw a group about twice the size of his own from yesterday entering the HQ. Someone was there to greet them, and a girl with long orange hair who Stan thought looked shorter than him flew up to the soldier greeting them and saluted the man.

Who's that? Stan thought as he looked at the girl with a red bow in her hair and a pink and black striped outfit on. Doesn't matter, he reminded himself with a shake of his head. He continued towards the door, slowly though as he hoped the people would be out of the way by the time he got there so he could walk out easier. Wonder if they'll just let me leave without explaining where I'm going? Stan thought hesitantly, then he started thinking up a believable fib to tell if necessary.

The kid's thoughts cut short though as he stopped walking towards the doors altogether. Stan froze right as the girl turned and called something to the group, which made them start dispersing and walking farther into the base. That should have left the exit clear, but a man continued to stand near the doors while looking right back over towards Stan. Sure, Stan knew that a lot of people were looking at him funny because of the way he was dressed and acting, but those people mostly looked away after a few seconds of it. This man kept staring at him, and Stan finally started walking towards the middle-aged man with long brown hair and a furry beard.

Stan did not remove his hood, but he lifted his head as he approached the figure which shed enough light on his face for the man to see him clearly. Stan stopped in front of the taller man and said while nodding his head at him, "Master Qui-Gon."

"Stan," Qui-Gon Jinn began, a smile on his face as he had not expected to see the boy so soon. "Your trip south, was it successful?"

Stan Marsh stared up into Qui-Gon's eyes for a few seconds. He lowered his head and stared behind Qui-Gon at the doors that were closing behind him. "It was," Stan said and he started walking for the doors again. Qui-Gon looked at the boy oddly as he reached the older man's side, and Stan thought while keeping a steady look on his face. It's just another distraction. A temptation. I just decided what my path will be, and I will not be swayed from my conviction that easily.

"Are you leaving?" Qui-Gon questioned the boy.

Stan froze before reaching the doors behind Qui-Gon, staring outside and clenching his jaw hard. He moved straight past the man who had spent some time teaching him this past month, because he wanted to get outside before the doors closed and he had to speak to someone about opening them. He still had time though, time enough not to need to walk outside just yet without answering. Stan also thought that if he walked out like that, Qui-Gon might just follow him, and he could not have that. "I am," Stan said. "What are you doing here?"

"I am not following you, if that is what you are asking," Qui-Gon assured the boy. "The Resistance has recalled a large portion of its forces from the western border. Leam's forces are taking full command of the area I had been moved to, yet I believe the Resistance pulled us back in order to take a larger role." Stan gained a confused look on his face as those two things seemed contradictory to him, but then it was Qui-Gon's turn to ask a question. "Where are you going?"

Stan looked straight into Qui-Gon's eyes for a few moments, then he thought about the training sessions they had had together. It's not enough. None of it is enough. I need power, and I need it fast! In a way the Resistance can't offer me! "I will not be returning this time," Stan said, his voice low and not really an answer to Qui-Gon's question. "The way of the Jedi you had been trying to teach me, is not the way I know." His eyes narrowed, but Qui-Gon narrowed his own this time as he recalled the color of the boy's lightsaber.

"I could feel the turmoil inside you," Qui-Gon started. "But it is not too late to change your path. Walk the light side of the Force-"

The doors were getting closer to closing, and Stan interrupted the man, "I can't." He said it in a harsh, but also somewhat apologetic voice. His voice got darker as he continued though, "My goal, my single goal on this world, is revenge. Can the light side give me power for such a goal? I don't think so." Stan shook his head and started walking forward so he was in the doorway, and he finished, "I lied to you. My Master was not a Jedi on your world. The way he taught me consisted of teachings from both sides of the Force, but those of the Sith are the ones I chose to follow. Your way, was not the way I learned from my master, Darth Vader."

The doors were getting closer to closing now, and Stan looked back in towards Qui-Gon while they were getting close. The doors suddenly stopped moving though, and Stan's right hand moved closer to his side, a grimace on his face. Why'd I say that? He thought, angry at himself for mentioning the Sith when he had initially started off the conversation vaguely. He suspected Qui-Gon was going to try and stop him now, the way he was talking was against the Resistance after all. "I never heard you say your old master's name before," Qui-Gon said while holding a hand up which had frozen the doors in place. He lowered his hand and a more sad look came to his face as one thing Stan had said about his old Master was that he was killed. "I will allow you to leave," Qui-Gon said, lowering his arm fully so the doors could keep closing.

Stan got a confused look on his face at why the man would do that, then his eyes opened huge as Qui-Gon continued, "I wish I could have lived longer in my previous life, so that I could have taught Anakin the ways of the Force. Perhaps then, maybe Anakin would not have turned to the Sith." He had an expression of regret, and he looked into Stan's eyes as he finished, "It is your life, and your decision. But do not be reckless with your life young man. You do not want to die with regret."

"I thought-" Stan began. He stepped back towards the doors but they closed far enough that he could not keep eye contact with Qui-Gon anymore unless he sprinted back inside. He hesitated, then he called out through the crack, "I thought, Obi-Wan Kenobi was-"

"Another of my former pupils, who trained Anakin after I had passed," Qui-Gon replied. Stan's eyes grew even wider, and he thought about one of the nights before the Battle of Metropolis. He had pretended to be asleep, but the Force Ghost who had visited his Master had woken him up during their conversation. He recalled Anakin and Obi-Wan's talk, and he closed his eyes as he thought about how Anakin had told his old Master how he would find revenge for the Jedi during the Battle of Metropolis. Lost in thought, before Stan knew it, the doors had closed in front of him and he was on the outside of HQ.

He lifted his gaze up the massive walls, then he turned and stared out over the area to the north of the fortress. He spotted a group of guards out on a road up ahead, checking out a caravan that was coming south towards the HQ. Revenge. It's why I hunted Medusa, for the experiments she did on those girls in Rhodar. It's why we went to Metropolis, for the sake of the Jedi who Tetsuo massacred with the Underworld's help. It's why I'm here on Aebrith. The methods I use to get my revenge… I will need to remove all restraints. My Master guided me since the second day on this world, and using his teachings I think we did some good together. Saving Timmy Turner, that was a good thing I helped out with. But as much good as Anakin and I did, which I have continued trying to do, we steeped ourselves in dirt and blood just as often.

Stan reached into his pants' pocket and grabbed the one capsule he did not keep in his bag. He tossed it in front of him and it popped open, revealing a fast speeder bike similar to one he had used earlier that month. Using Goku's name to get this was fairly easy. He walked towards the bike and climbed on, and it started hovering off the ground as he turned it on and grabbed both handles in front of him. He turned to the west and stared out with a dark look in his eyes, one that he intentionally made even darker while looking out into the approaching storm. Before, I had called myself a Sith because of the ideals my Master told me they followed. I figured I was closer to them, than the pure, stuck-up Jedi. He allowed me to go by Darth Marsh, even when we did good things. After this though, there is no going back. After this, I really will be, a Sith Lord.

Several Days Later

Order of the Sith

"Begin."

The dark room became lit with the lights of five lightsabers. Two women stood not far from each other, a lightsaber in each hand, the red glows of the blades tinting their faces the color. They stared ahead at the boy in a brown cloak who had not taken off his hood since they saw him. With the room as dark as it was, his face was pitch black under the hood. When his red lightsaber turned on though and the women saw his face, both of them hesitated instead of charging at the boy.

One look at his left eye, at the scar over it, it made both of the Sith women pause. Barriss Offee, the Mirialan with pale green skin and black freckles covering the center of her face, growled after initially pausing at the side of that scar. It brought up bad memories for her, as well as for the bald-headed woman next to her who did not have a hood up like Barriss did. Asajj Ventress lifted her lightsabers into her stance and her sharp eyes narrowed down while her lips curled into a deep snarl.

Stan looked back and forth between the two women who stared at him instead of charging. He had expected them to sprint his way as soon as the match began, but this was his test after all, and he ran straight forward. He brought his lightsaber down to his right side as he ran, and he dragged it against the floor. The lightsaber sliced through the ground and sparks flew up as he charged across the center of the round room. Right as he was about to reach the women, he rose his left arm and swung it at the bald woman on his left who rose her lightsabers up together to slash down at him. Asajj skid only a few feet backwards, but out of lightsaber range at least while Stan slashed at the other woman.

Barris stepped to the side as Stan's lightsaber arced up from the ground in front of her. The sparks flew out the edges of his blade, and there was a deep gash cutting across the room from where his lightsaber carved. Stan brought his lightsaber back and blocked as Barriss slashed one of hers down, then he leaned away as she slashed her other under where their weapons were parrying. Ventress ran back over and slashed both at Stan's side, but Stan pushed back against Barriss' first swipe and pulled his lightsaber to the left to block all three of the others at the same time.

His feet skid back across the floor a few feet, and the women stepped towards him while pushing harder as he did. His teeth ground over each other. There was no time to be distracted, no time to consider what he had gotten himself into or think on it. As soon as Stan heard the words, "First, you must pass a test," his mind had been solely focused on combat. The two facing him were masters with the lightsabers though, and Stan clenched down hard as he pushed his cybernetic legs as hard as he could while leaning back forward. He pressed the balls of his feet down and stopped his backward momentum even with both of them pushing on him, then he slashed out while yelling, "RA!" He parried their blades away, but Barriss was already bringing her other weapon back down.

Stan saw the smirk on her face. He could see in her red-tinted eyes that she believed she had him. He knew he could not get out of it unscathed. Stan twisted his body to continue with his swipe, while leaning his body to the side so that Barriss's slash was aimed farther on his left. His lightsaber was in his right hand anyway, and Stan slashed in what seemed like a pointless movement to all the Sith circled around the room watching the test. Then, as Barriss's lightsaber collided with him first, Stan's left arm was sliced off close to his shoulder. He felt the pain but did not slow down his slash to the right with his own lightsaber. Barriss's eyes opened huge, as did Asajj's, as did the man who commanded them to fight in the first place.

Darth Sidious stared at the wires sticking out of Stan's left shoulder, and Barriss tried recovering from her shock by steadying her other lightsaber back in front of Stan's that was still mid-swipe. It was the main reason most of the Sith thought the child had failed the test, because even if he did survive Barriss's attack, she was in a position to block Stan's follow-up attack that he had started far too late. Barriss got her lightsaber up in time, Stan's blade connected, then Ventress came to a complete stop and her eyes opened huge in shock. Barriss was starting to raise her other lightsaber again to slash down at the boy after his lightsaber hit hers, but the instant Stan's blade connected with Barriss's, his lightsaber cut through hers.

The Sith around the room stared with wide eyes or for many, calm expressions but interested gazes, as Stan continued his slash and cut Barriss in half at the waist. She let out an agonized scream, then Stan slashed back the other way across the front of his body, removing her head from on top of her shoulders as well as slashing her legs in half behind where the front of her body fell. In a second, Stan had cut Barriss into a dozen pieces. Her arms, legs, split torso, and head, lay in a messy heap in front of him. Stan stared down at the woman for a second, then he turned his head to the left so Ventress could see his dark face barely lit by his lightsaber, darker now since two of the five lightsabers in there had turned off.

Thank you, Cartman, Stan thought, as he turned his body to fully face Asajj Ventress and took a step towards her. She kept darting her gaze to his left side, then to his left eye. Stan took another step and Ventress rose her blades in a more cautious way. Stan glared at her but got cautious at the intense expression on her face. She knows my blade can cut through hers now. But it's one on one. I can take her. Stan brought his blade up and held it on his right side, grabbing it by the hilt with both hands in a more experienced stance than the haphazard way he charged in at first.

"That is enough," a voice said from the shadows on Stan's left.

Stan did not lower his blade right away, because Darth Sidious stood on his right in a position closer in the circle than the other Sith around the room he had been brought to. He had assumed Sidious was in charge here, but when that other voice spoke from the edge of the room, Ventress retracted her lightsabers and stepped back. Sidious stayed quiet too, and Stan turned his head to see a figure in a black cloak with the loose hood up over his head stepping out into the center of the room. Stan lowered his lightsaber down, then he let it slide back into the hilt as well. The room had still been mostly dark for that fight, but all of their eyes had adjusted to the darkness well by now.

Stan stared at this cloaked figure whose face he could not make out under the hood. He wondered if the man could see his at the moment, but he knew the figure had seen it already. "I recognize your fighting style," the cloaked man in front of Stan began. Stan spotted a figure behind the cloaked man but paid the boy just a little taller than him no mind. He just stared into the darkness of the menacing figure's hood, trying to keep his expression as hardened and Sith-like as possible. "More than the physical similarities, I see a true resemblance."

My arm. My scar. The boy knew what he was talking about. Stan spoke in an intentionally deep voice to the person in front of him, "I was the student, of Darth Vader."

Sidious glared at the child and he said in a low, scratchy voice, "My old apprentice." Stan darted his eyes over, thinking about how he had heard that one before. The man with the wrinkled face took a step towards him though and in an angry tone continued hissing, "Who killed me." Sidious looked at the child and got a look on his face, the corners of his lips curling up.

"Sidious, you killed your own Master on our world as well," the figure in front of Stan said, and Sidious's mouth dipped back down into a frown. His hand that was about to start lifting froze an inch past his side, and Stan tried not to show a look of relief on his face as he felt the murderous intent coming from Sidious simmer. Stan refaced the man before him completely, and that man said in a low voice, "You may stay. What do you call yourself?"

"Darth Marsh," Stan replied without hesitation.

Darth Sidious glared harder at the kid, but the man in front of Stan just gave him a single small nod. "I am the Emperor," he said, and Stan did not let his facial expression shift as he had half expected to hear that already. Still, hearing those words come from the shadows of the hooded figure's face gave Stan chills. "Why did you come to us?" The Emperor questioned.

Stan bowed his head, then he lowered down to his left knee. He bowed his head to his right knee that was sticking up in front of him, and he said, "I have come here, to obtain power." Stan paused, then lowered his lightsaber down in front of his foot and said, "Please, train me in the ways of the Sith."

Sidious stopped glaring at Stan in such a way as he was before, humming and leaning back while staring closely at the boy in a new light. The Emperor just spoke in the same tone as before though, "And what would you use this power for?"

"Revenge," Stan said, lifting his head and looking back into the darkness where he knew the Emperor's face to be. Stan's voice had all of his conviction in it. He was telling the truth. He meant every word that came out of his mouth, and he hoped the Sith Lords saw that.

The room was silent for a few moments, then the Emperor said, "Rise." Stan started lifting to his feet. "Rise, Darth Marsh, to the ranks of the Sith."

All at once around the boy rising to his feet, voices started speaking in low tones that echoed through the room. "Peace is a lie. There is only Passion." Stan started looking around at the sound of all these voices. He had thought there were less people in the room than the individual voices he could hear now proved there to be. They all continued reciting their dark creed, "Through Passion I gain Strength. Through Strength I gain Power. Through Power I gain Victory." Stan's expression re-hardened at the sound of that. He clenched his fists at his sides, as the code they were reciting was exactly what he needed to hear. They were not finished though, but they did with two more lines, "Through Victory my chains are Broken. The Force shall free me."

Behind the Emperor, a boy standing there stared down at the floor with so much anger in his eyes. That stupid code. Talking about chains and freedom, while I'm…

"You will learn the Sith Code, and you will live by it," The Emperor said. "And you will obey my orders as the Dark Lord of the Sith."

Stan nodded his head. "I will."

The room had started emptying out without Stan noticing, but he spotted Ventress shifting back into the shadows, which made him realize that Darth Sidious was no longer on his right side either. The Emperor turned as well after Stan gave his last reply, but he said as he started to walk off, "Romeo, clean up in here."

The cut-up body of Barriss Offee was still lying in the middle of the room, a large puddle of blood around her as it had drained out of all her chunks. Stan was even standing in some of that blood himself, not that he had made any indication that he had noticed it. Stan turned his head and thought to follow after the Emperor, or maybe just go walk around the Order of the Sith that he had not seen much of as he had been led straight to this room earlier. He paused though before following the Emperor, his eyes shifting to his right and watching as the figure who had been behind the Emperor walked forward. Stan's eyes stayed normal sized, but he could not stop his heart from speeding up faster at the sight of the boy with messy dark hair who stepped forward.

Chains connected his feet, clanking behind him out from beneath the bottom of the brown rags he was wearing. Stan did not turn fully to him, but the boy did look towards Stan who had stopped moving, and Romeo looked into Stan's eyes that he saw darted his way. The two of them locked eyes, then Romeo turned away after a second and walked for the corpse he was going to have to dispose of. Stan continued walking towards the exit, while trying hard to keep his breathing under control and slow down his heart rate.

"…We still haven't heard anything about him."

"I wasted my wish. If I knew there was a chance he would have taken them seriously, I would have wished Romeo to us, or at least to know where he is."

"I wasted mine too Natsu. I should have known victory over the Cooperative was not something he could have just given me, if I just had time to think it… you know what? Nevermind. He probably would have just fucked with us some more, so we shouldn't beat ourselves up over it… But if we did miss our chance, if Romeo is a slave right now and we-"

"Hey! What did you just say?"

"Yeah, yeah you're right."

Stan walked out the door of the dark round room full of stone pillars, and he turned left in the hallway outside. Once again he spotted the boy in his peripheral vision, and he could not help but clench his teeth at the sight of the child who looked around his age despite being taller than him. He thought back to the meal when he overheard that conversation, a conversation that likely would have faded from his mind given enough time, but had not yet since it happened only a little over a week ago. If that's the kid Gray and Natsu were talking about. I, I should- No, NO! That's not my mission. And if I lose the conviction to follow through, I'll lose my life here. Even if I wanted to, I've already made my decision. I'm a real Sith now. I obey the Emperor now. He is my new Master. And that means, the Resistance is my enemy. And so, are its allies.

A/N Stan... Starts a new journey. As a member of the Order of the Sith, Darth Marsh! Few things I'll put here for reference- back in Stan's flashback chapter at the start of 13 he had a few scenes with Qui-Gon. His wish to Cartman was making his lightsaber stronger, hopefully strong enough to slash through a Zanpakuto and Ichimaru Gin's body, which was why he thanked Cartman after cutting up Barriss. Barriss Offee was the Jedi in Star Wars the Clone Wars series who turned traitor, and Ventress was in it too as a more common villain they faced all the time. Also the Sith Code is a real thing I found and thought to throw in. Anyway, thanks for reading the chapter, and I hope you enjoyed!

Limit-Breaking chapter 111 . 13h ago

There is only one way we can get zodd to fight meruem and that is by using the cube in ben pocket. Only use it if zodd refuses just turn back time for a couple of seconds. And meruem will come flying in there very soon leaving zodd no choice but to fight him. But hey meruem will come no matter what and the kryptonians can launch a attack on him when he recklessly enters the land. But is Ben willing to put them in danger that much, knowing Ben's bad luck you would probably make that happen just so Ben suffers a bit more and the events will be on his mind and he would be blaming himself for it.
Either way nice chapter I look forward to what Ben plans to do now.

Hmm, solid prediction. Seems possible. We'll see what comes of it though... Thanks for the review!

Smlluffy67 chapter 111 . 9h ago

I meant to say if someone else reads my review then they might get the idea to do it

I don't think I'd mind if that happened, since it'd just be a fanfiction of a fanfiction. I wouldn't consider it canon... 'cause even if they do switch something early on and diverge from there, with the aspect of time travel in this, there's the possibility of something like that happening down the line too. Anyway, those ideas would make a vastly different story from what I've written, there are just so many possibilities for Nexus. It got me thinking about how the world would look though- but anyhow, hope you enjoyed the chapter. Thanks for the reviews!

cyber chapter 111 . 2h ago

i cant wait for sith, and for ben adventure to find zodd, have you ever saw the tv show krypton, if you did will you add some of them

Hope you enjoyed Sith! Ben reaches Zodd and we'll see his adventures in the city of Kryptonians later on. I have not seen Krypton, but as I started up writing the chapters around Zodd I did some research into Superman comics as well as some Krypton lore and stuff. So a few characters you may recognize could show up! Thanks for reviewing! And thanks everyone for reading this story so far. 'Til next time!