Hello my fellow readers and writers! Tis I, Kuramadreadfox, I intend on making this story my crowning jewel. Let us begin shall we?
"Talking"
'Thinking'
[Droid]
~Parseltongue~
{Black Speach}
Heaven
"Wait a minute, I'm dead?! Because the all mighty God, decided to play with a bit of lightning because you were fucking bored!" Gotta admit, making the white haired beared caucasian in white robes flinch gave me a smidge of enjoyment.
"Yes, I do have to say sorry once again. But you weren't supposed to die today." God said, trying to be diplomatic.
"If I can do anything to make it up for you, I will, I haven't had this happen to me before for centuries. If any of my children find out they'll never let it down."
I hummed at the possibilities. "Anything I want huh?"
"As long as it's not 'god-mode' level, anything else goes."
"Star Wars: The Old Republic, want to start at the beginning of the Sith Warrior storyline, I also want the Game of Thrones universe to be on a planet, 9 years before Robert's Rebellion. I don't care how far in deep space you put it, and have it in stasis till I arrive there.
God simply nodded, letting me know that I wasn't crossing any lines while also writing a list, probably to make sure he doesn't forget any details.
"Anything else? Not to sound judgy but it seems like just a simple crossover."
"hmm.. I guess you could add some random fantasy or space related games to the mix, ohh and I would also like the knowledge of my favorite wizard as well as the smithing skills of a certain elven wraith, that's it."
God smiled and nodded. "Alrighty! Just close your eyes and you'll enter your new life, good luck."
A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away...
STAR WARS
Prologue
THE SITH WARRIOR
The Sith Empire tightens its grip on the galaxy. the Galactic Republic and its Jedi defenders lie weekend and vulnerable after the Empire's successful military campaign.
With a fragile peace negotiated, the Empire sends all potential Sith to undergo cruel and deadly trials at its Academy on the harsh planet KORRIBAN.
Today, one of the Empire's most promising young warriors has been secretly summoned by an influential overseer to face the dark side trials much sooner than expected...
Korriban
My eyes shot open at the feel of the transport shuttle enter Korriban's atmosphere, christ all mighty this planet is bathed in the dark side, I can feel it whispering promises of power, that all I need to do is reach out and take it.
But I knew better than to just rely on only the dark side. Sure, all sith use the dark side, but there's only a couple of handfuls who are stupidly powerful.
Once the shuttle touched down, I made my way down the ramp accompanied a pair of troopers. With a wave of my hand I dismissed the troopers who bowed in response and left, leaving me alone with the overseer.
The man was tall and lean, back straight and at attention with dark skin contrasted by short grey hair. Wrinkles could be seen on his face
"At last you've arrived. Good, good. There is much to do and every moment is critical."
"I'm Overseer Tremel. For decades, I've administered the trials that prove who is and is not worthy to join the Sith Order." He declared. "The trials are a chance to weed out the weak. Those who face them either survive and become Sith, or die."
"Greetings Overseer, no need to fret, I'm a survivor, I'll rise to the top to become Sith."
"Good. I risked a lot to make this happen." If anything, Tremel seemed to stand straighter at his introduction.
"Yes, you are here and ahead of schedule because of me. I expect you to obey. You face your trials, you serve me, and I will make you the most powerful acolyte here."
"Sounds like a plan, Overseer. I look forward to it." I'm so glad I remembered what to say through these talks, as long I'm on Tremel's good side I'll be fine.
"Come, walk with me." I was easily able to tell it wasn't a request and complied, following the weathered Overseer through the main gates.
"The trials themselves are difficult enough, but they are hardly the greatest threat you face. There's an acolyte here named Vemrin. He's your enemy, and he will try to kill you. We must prepare you."
I smirked. "Let him try, I'll destroy him." After I use him as a testing dummy for my force abilities, gotta know how strong I am.
"With my guidance, someday you'll destroy all your enemies." Tremel replied stiffly. "That practice sword you've arrived with is insufficient. It is the blade of lesser acolytes. You need a dominating weapon."
"In the tomb of Ajunta Pall, there's an old armory. A strong Sith warblade awaits you there. The tomb is thick with k'lor slugs; deadly savage creatures. Be speedy but careful. They've been the end of many an acolyte."
I nodded. "Understood, just point me its location."
"Just follow the path down the landing pad. Once you acquire the warblade, I suggest you spend some time in the tomb bloodying it. Then come to me in my chambers in the Academy." Tremel finished and strode off to the academy.
Left to my own devices, I continued the singular path through the building until I reached an open platform. If the sight of the temple was much to behold from the landing pad, it was ten-fold more majestic than it was now. The ancient walls and pillars surrounding the Valley of the Dark Lords inscribed with ancient Sith writing.
I grinned as I gripped my practice blade and activated it, humming with energy. Time to see what my new body can do.
Tomb of Ajunta Pall
From the looks of things, many new acolytes and slaves were entering the tomb by the blood trail leading to the entrance. Inside, I could see many bodies lying on the floor, humans, aliens, and beasts. The halls rang with battle cries, blaster fire, and blood curtailing screams. Suddenly, the ground began to quake. I readied my blade. Out of the ground came what I could only assume was a k'lor slug. The creature's maw was filled with serrated teeth and its appendages were clawed. It scuttled towards me, gnashing its teeth. Energizing my blade, I rushed the beast, managing to cleave the head off. The body writhed for a moment before collapsing.
"One down, a thousand more to go." I mused as I powered down my blade. Progress through the tomb was slow. It seemed as though every five steps I took, another Klor slug popped up. If it wasn't a slug, then it was a band of looters. They were able to at least keep me on my toes but were no match for my skill. After half an hour of, I finally made it to the entrance of the armory. I could sense that many acolytes before me had attempted to claim one of the many warblades in this room and had failed miserably. Reaching a weapon's rack, I selected one that felt balanced in my hands.
Right as I finished attaching it to my back sheathe, I heard a mechanical clicking. Turning back towards the entrance, I saw half a dozen ancient battle droids powering up and making their way towards me.
"Time to see what this blade can do." I said before sprinting towards the closest pair of droids. Before they could even pull out their blasters, I stabbed the chassis of the first droid before pulling my blade out and cutting of the head of the second. As they fell, the remaining droids began firing. I put up a force shield and began planing out my next move. Concentrating, I leapt towards the second pair of droids. With the momentum I built up, I was able to slice through one droid from shoulder to waist before grabbing the second droid and using it as a shield to protect from the incoming blaster fire. As the droid in my hands began to smoke, I tossed it towards the final pair of droids before leaping for cover. Seconds later, there was a small explosion, sending droid limbs and parts flying every which way. Looking from behind the cover, I saw that the explosion had dispatched the last of the droids.
"Well, it appears that Tremel was right about this new blade." I said, grinning down at my new weapon.
After another thirty minutes of fighting through the tomb, I finally exited the tomb and entered the Sith Academy. The inside was dark and foreboding. Several Sith were kneeling before the giant obelisk in the center of the main hall while others were discussing in hushed tones. As he made his way towards Tremel's office, he was stopped by two acolytes.
One had an average biuld with crimson red hair, deep blue eyes, or are they indigo? Can't tell with the lighting in these halls, and he had a criss cross scars across his left eye and nose. The other one had a more brawler biuld, bald head, a short beard covering his chin, with a tatoo above his eye and right sideburn.
I knew immediately who these two were; Vemrin and his lacky Dolgis.
"You there, come over here." Vemrin called.
"Hmm. So you're Overseer Tremel's secret weapon, huh? Impressive, to be sure. Afraid the old man waited too long to make his move, though. I'm Vemrin, and unlike you I've fought and bled for everything I have. I demand respect." I could hear the arrogance in his voice.
"What are you implying? Are you saying I haven't earned my way?" I asked.
Vemrin scoffed. "Please. Everyone knows what Tremel is doing. If Overseer Tremel had made his move a year ago, when I first arrived, you might've had a chance. But now--too little, too late."
"This is ridiculous, Vemrin. Let's just kill him and hide the body." God he really sounds like an idiot, no wonder Vemrin wasn't too upset when the player killed him in the game, that's all Dolgis was to Vemrin; a lacky.
Vemrin looked at Dolgis with an annoyed but also patient look. "We're not on Balmorra anymore, Dolgis. There are rules. Traditions. We'll leave the shortcuts to Overseer Tremel and his last pathetic hope here.
Shortcuts? Shortcuts?! I have a whole original story to go through and he's talking about shortcuts?! This guy's pretty much my star wars version of Draco!
"Oh I'm going to enjoy killing you." Giving him a glare.
Vemrin glared back at me. "You have no idea the enemy you're making.
Vemrin looked to Dolgis. "Are you coming, Dolgis?"
Dolgis replied. "Be right there, Vemrin."
Vemrin leaves, leaving me and the dumb brute alone.
He gives me a sneering look. "Listen to me, you useless priss. Acolytes aren't allowed to murder each other. But accidents happen. It isn't murder without witnesses. No more warnings. Vemrin's the alpha monster here. You go after Vemrin, you die."
The dumb-ass leaves following after Vemrin.
When I make it to Tremel's office was with another dark-skinned and short haired acolyte with scars crossing from the left side of her face; the physical similarities were quite apparent. Tremel looked up, satisfied at seeing his prized acolyte, not giving away any hints that he may have known what had just transpired.
"Good, you've returned. You seem to be in one piece. Tell me, how do you like your new blade?" Tremel asked.
"It'll have to do, for now at least." I replied.
"What are you doing, Father? I only just got my warblade, and I've been here six months!" His now-identified daughter exclaimed.
"I have my reasons, Eskella. And you will not breathe a word of this to anyone. Do you hear?" The Overseer stated firmly.
"Yes. Yes, father." She bowed meekly. It seemed she knew when to recognise power where power was due.
"Acolyte, this is Eskella, my daughter. She's one of the advanced students here. On her way to becoming Sith. If she minds herself." He declared with a pointed look.
"I'll keep quiet about your new charge, Father. But I won't be there if whatever you're planning blows up in your face." Eskella snapped and turned to leave curtly.
"Don't mind her." Tremel commented, "She's just sore that I'm keeping secrets. She growls but she's loyal. Now, I thought I heard Vemrin's voice in the adjacent chamber before you arrived. Did he make his move so soon?"
"Apparently. But it was nothing I couldn't handle." I replied confidently.
Tremel scratched his chin. "If he didn't attack, he must not fully comprehend the threat you represent. Good, good. Still, I'd hoped we'd have more time. Vemrin's not the type to sniff around for too long before trying to take a bite. In a drive for sheer numbers, the criteria for Academy admittance has been relaxed. Now anyone with force sensitivity is allowed entrance. Vemrin is mixed blood. The invisible rot eating at the foundation of the Empire. He must not be allowed to advance."
"So what's been stopping you from curbing his advances." I questioned.
"Unfortunately, Vemrin's caught the eye of Darth Baras, one of the most influential Sith Lords. He's being groomed to be Baras's new apprentice. As Darth Baras's apprentice, the power at Vemrin's fingertips will be considerable. He could change the Sith for the worse. You must proceed to your next trial immediately. I want you to interrogate three prisoners in the Academy jails and decide their fates. Consider each criminal story carefully. The decisions you make will be scrutinized. so let your passions guide your judgments."
I bowed my head. "I will see it done."
"Go to the Academy prison. Speak to head jailer Knash and return to me after you've passed judgement on the prisoners."
Heading towards the prison. As I entered the prison, I saw a man with a remote in his hand glaring at a female Twi'lek in one of the cells.
"One more chirp from you, little bird, and you'll regret it."
"Chirp chirp chirp." The Twi'lek teased before she tensed up from the shock coming from the collar around her neck.
"Ow! Jerk. If you don't like that, just say so. I can do other animals too. Dire-cat, frog-dog, Kowakian monkey-lizard, you name it."
Ok, gotta admit, when my eyes landed on Vette I was stunned by how pretty she was. This was literally one of the most lovable characters as well as one of the many love interests in the game.
She had blue skin, no distinct markings on her face, and she had dark marks down her leku.
"Can you do a varactyl?" I asked, an amused smile on my face. Vette gave a sly grin towards me before giving an accurate varactyl call.
"My my, quite impressive." I said, giving Vette's display an applause.
"Thank you, thank you. I'll be here all week." she said, taking a bow.
"Glad you find her so amusing. She's been bugging the hell out of me ever since she came here." Jailer Knash said, turning to me. "I'm Jailer Knash. I run these cells and slave pits. You're the acolyte Tremel sent for the test, right?" Knash huffed. "He thinks highly of you."
"Let's just cut to the chase, shall we?"
"No skin off my rump. Now, these three prisoners have been transferred here for your inspection. You gotta interrogate them as needed, and then decide their fate. The convicted are usually executed or given a trial by combat to see if they're worthy. Whatever you decide, you will be the one to carry out the sentence."
I looked at the three prisoners, two humans with the female on the left, the male in the middle and a Neimoidian on the right.
"Let's get started. This one on the left--" Knash started but was interrupted by the female prisoner
"You freaks aren't getting anything out of me. Just do whatever you're gonna do."
"Wow, even being in a facility full of Sith you're brave, or maybe you have a death wish with the way you run your mouth." I said slightly impressed.
"I'm simply not afraid to die." The woman said.
"impudence to the last. As I was saying, she was sent to kill an Imperial spy in the Yavin system, throughout her torture, she maintained that she was hired anonymously."
The woman, who's name is Solentz said. "Get it through your damned head--I had no idea he was an Imperial, and I don't know who hired me."
"Hmm, tell me about the killing. Regale me with the details of your operation. What was your chosen form of murder?" I questioned her.
"That's the thing, I didn't kill him. I was caught before I could pull it off." Solentz said.
"The point is, she doesn't deny the charge. So now you must decide--execution or trial by combat. Which do you choose?" Knash asked.
"Neither actually. She could prove useful. Send her to imperial intelligence." She was the easiest of the three to decide their fate.
"Your offering me a job." Solentz asked, stunned at the proposal.
"An assassin like you could be a powerful resource. You will be compensated and have the potential to rise in the ranks."
Knash looked intrigued. "Huh, you spared her. Interesting. Leading me to the next cell. This one held a middle aged man who was pacing his cell nervously.
"Please, I am a fellow Sith, judge me with an open mind and grant me trial by combat. I beg you."
"If we're to fight, you'll lose." I told the man.
"This pile of waste is Devotek. Once a valued Sith champion, until he botched an important mission and caused a thousand Imperial deaths. Now look at him."
"I served faithfully for twenty-four years, then one mistake and they threw me away. Now, I have been left to rot. Please, let me feel the weight of a weapon once more." Devotek begged, trying to convince the fighter in me to act but I stopped that thought.
I've seen other players make the same two choices; both involves killing him, only difference is whether he has a weapon or not.
"No. Granting you a trial by combat would be like a slap on the wrist to you. You will remain here. Maybe then you will find the strength you once knew."
"Damn you!" Devotek screamed, shaking the bars of his cage.
"And I thought death was the ultimate low." Knash chuckled before moving to the last cell. In it was a male Neimoidian.
"This last prisoner is a bit of a puzzle. He's called Brehg, and he's a jittery little wretch, suspected of supplying forged documents to Republic agents. Stangely enough, he maintains his innocence despite being severely tortured."
"That's because innocent I am! Believe me, you gotta! I had nothing to do with forging no papers. Set up, I was set up!" The Nemoidian stood up and pleaded in his native tongue.
"Forging papers you say? Well, who would go all the way to set you up?" I asked.
"No idea. Absolutely none! Did some time, I did, in a Republic jail for forgery, so I was the perfect candidate to implicate in this. But straight I've been since getting out, I swear!" Brehg cried.
"Ugh. He's never wavered from that line, and the evidence is circumstantial. I suppose it's actually possible he didn't do it. So, what do you decide?" Knash sighed.
"Neither, actually." I Shrugged. "He could prove useful. Instead of forging papers for Republic agents, send him to Imperial Intelligence as well and forge papers for our own agents. You do remember how to do that, don't you?"
"Yes! Yes, of course I do! Just please, no more torturing!" The pitiful Nemoidian cried!
"Huh? You spare two and leave one to rot." Knash rubbed his goatee while glancing at me in interest.
"Alright then. Guards! Take these two away!" Knash points to Solentz and Brehg.
The two former prisoners followed the two troopers which were guarding the prison entrance to Imperial Intelligence HQ here on Korriban.
"That's it, kid. Head back to Tremel and he will go over your decisions with you."
As I made my way towards the door, I stopped in front of Vette's cell.
"Thanks for giving me a warm welcome to this place. I'm sure that the prison could use a lot more of your humor."
Vette giggled before introducing herself. "I'm Vette by the way, what is your name?" she asked.
"Well, Vette, it's a pleasure meeting you, my name is Salazar Vizsla." I said, giving her a sly grin before exiting the prison.
Entering Tremel's Office, I waited patiently for the overseer to acknowledge me.
"Good, you have returned from your judgement of the prisoners and Jailer Knash has sent his report." Tremel said, getting up from his desk and walking towards me.
"Let's start with your first judgement. The assassin that killed an imperial spy. Instead of death or combat, you sent her over to Imperial Intelligence."
"I felt that with her skills, she could become a valuable asset to the Empire." I responded.
"I agree. More importantly, Darth Baras would be pleased with you decision. Next, Devotek. He caused the death of thousands of Imperial soldiers and Sith Warriors. Instead of death or combat, you let him rot. Why?"
"I believe that with time, he will find the power he once possessed and will be ready to serve the Empire once again."
"While I understand your logic, it is foolish to think that one like Devotek could possible find his strength again. Finally, the forger. Like the assassin, you sent him to Imperial Intelligence."
"Sending him on his way would've been foolish, especially since he's seen the inside of the Academy. Plus, why kill a skilled forger when you can simply offer him employment."
Tremel drifted, then went into a thinking pose. "Hmm. each time, each prisoner, you made the best possible decision. You may yet be able to challenge Vemrin for Darth Baras' attention. A small reward will be delivered to your quarters in the morning, but for now you have the rest of the evening to yourself."
Bowing, I headed for the acolyte dormitories and entered my room. It was small yet comfortable. Stripping down to get a shower, once I was done I put on some pants, climbed into the bed and drifted off to sleep.
End
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