"Talking"

'Thinking'

[Droid]

~Parseltongue~

{Black Speach}


Korriban/Acolyte Quarters

Waking up the next morning, Salazar discovered that his clothes from the previous day were missing. In there place was a set of Imperial Sith armor. On it was a note.


These should fair better than the rags you came in with. Overseer Tremel.


Shrugging, Salazar put the note down and went to clean his face, when he was done he took a moment to take a look at his new appearance and body.

'Ok, so I have olive skin, shoulder length black hair, and piercing green eyes, I have an average build which is good. Speed is my go to anyway, rather be nimble than bulky.'

Immediately, Salazar made his way to the academy mess hall after putting his newly gifted armor on. He quickly ate before packing away some fruit and water in a napkin.

Salazar then made his way quietly towards the academy's jail. Knash was either still asleep or out on an errand because the jail was completely empty except for Vette.

Vette woke to the sound of someone gently tapping on the bars of her cell. She initially thought it was Knash but was surprised to see it was the Sith she had met yesterday. Salazar, she believed his name was.

"Thought you might like something to eat. The food for the prisoners must be terrible." The Sith chuckled, handing her a bundle of food.

"Believe me, a couple more days of that slop and I may seriously think of dying of hunger." Vette giggled. "I appreciate the food."

"No problem." Salazar said, taking a seat in front of her cell.

"You know," Vette said through a mouthful of fruit, "you aren't like all the other Sith. You seem more... I don't know...tame? Merciful? Peaceful?

I simply enjoy the freedom of being a Sith, but I don't condone the senseless violence other Sith relish in. I also feel that acts of charity and mercy can go much further than cruelty and punishment." Salazar replied.

"Well that's something you don't hear everyday." Vette said. "Aren't you afraid that you might get caught?"

Salazar cracked a grin. "At my current strength I'm more nervous than afraid, but I believe with enough cunning and resourcefulness, my actions makes the fear seem insignificant."

"Now that is something I can relate to, if you see an opportunity to take something you want, you go for it."

"So what brings a beautiful Twi'lek like you to this little slice of the galaxy?" Salazar asked.

Vette tried to hide the blush that was creeping on her face but Salazar noticed.

"I was trying to loot one of the tombs when a squad of Imperials caught me. They brought me here and slapped a shock collar on me." Vette answered.

"Is it just me or does Knash seem to get a kick out of shocking you?" Salazar asked. This earned a laugh from Vette.

"No, I think you hit the nail on the head. I think he's trying to make me so obedient that he can make me his plaything."

"That is wrong on so many levels." Salazar said, venom in his voice.

Vette simply shrugged. "Unfortunately, that's the fate of many Twi'lek women: dancers and pleasure girls."

"Wish there was some way I could help you."

"Unless you have friends in high places, I'm stuck here. I do appreciate your concern though. I'm even more grateful for the food."

This earned a chuckle from Salazar. "You are most welcome. I'll try to stop by when I can."

As he stood up, he felt Vette grab his hand. "If you can, could you try sneaking a bottle of Tarisian Ale my way?"

Feeling a bit bold, Salazar gave her a sly grin before kissing her hand. "As you wish."

Making his way out of the prison and towards Tremel's office, Salazar felt he could take on any new challenge without breaking a sweat.

Upon entering, he saw the overseer reading over a datapad. Looking up, Tremel set the pad down and looked over the acolyte.

"Good, I see you find your new armor suitable. Now, your task for today is extremely difficult."

"I'm ready for anything, overseer." Salazar replied.

"Good, because there's more that must be done before we expose you to Baras. Because I forced you into the Academy ahead of schedule, Darth Baras will be predisposed to judging you severely. And by severely, I mean fatally. Now. we must hurry to your next trial. Every moment that passes we risk discovery before we're ready. In the caverns of Antioch Peverell is the beast he left to guard his legacy. Go there, sit among the flames, and wait for the beast to come for you."

'Antioch Peverell? And not Marka Ragnos? Interesting to see where this leads.' Salazar thought.

"Is there anything else you can tell me about this beast?" Salazar asked.

"All you need to know is that it's ferocious and bloodthirsty, and in no way is it a trial for a normal acolyte. Return to the valley of the dark Lords and find the tomb of Antioch Peverell. I'll see you when the beast is slain. Good luck."

Salazar bowed and left towards the exit of the academy, he borrowed one of the speeders and flew to the outpost closest to the tomb.

'So Antioch Peverell replaced Marka Ragnos, this must be God's doing to make this more familiar to me.'

As the speeder lifted off and began its journey, his holocommunicator bleeped. Accepting the call, he was slightly surprised when it produced a hologram of Overseer Tremel.

"Acolyte, I believe you're on your way to Antioch Peverell's tomb?"

"Yes, Overseer. I'm on a speeder and currently on route to the wilds laboratory station, nearest to the tombs."

"Good, good. Unfortunately, I have another task that I would like you to complete besides the one I gave you if you have the time. The laboratory research station is where Lord Renning currently conducts his experiments. One of his prized pets have gone loose and went into one of the tombs nearby. He requested that one of my stronger acolytes, in this case meaning you, be lent to him to retrieve it."

"And what if I choose not to follow up with the task?"

"Well, Lord Renning would definitely not be pleased. However, making an impression on those higher than your station would definitely help you on your road to power. With your strength, I'm positive you can accomplish both tasks without fail."

"I'll see if the mood strikes me, then."

"Do not dally too long, acolyte. Report to Lord Renning, then proceed at your disposition. Good luck, Acolyte."

The holographic projection blipped off and Salazar continued his journey, silently gazed at the magnificence of the Valley of the Dark Lords as the tombs and monuments erected in reverence to them flew past him. The speeder then turned sharply and gradually descended onto the platform of his destination. He could see the laboratory which was set up next to the landing pads.

A black haired woman approaches him as he stepped off the speeder. As the two Sith approached each other, both seemed to size each other up; scanning their counterpart's bodies as discreetly as possible. Salazar noted she was wore a Sith bodysuit without anything else other than gloves and belt around her waist of which a lightsaber was clipped on.

'Let's see if I got any charm.'

"It seems like Lord Renning appreciates my assistance if he sends such a beautiful woman to escort me." Salazar purred with a grin. The Sith woman returned his grin with a smirk.

"I'm sure he appreciates more of your strength rather than your flattering, if what Overseer Tremel says is true." She said.

Taking a step closer and admiring his chiseled torso. "But I guess feeling appreciated as a woman instead of a mere tool is nice as well. My name is Malora, and I am Lord Renning's apprentice and lab assistant in this barren wasteland."

'Oh shit! I completely forgot about this character! She was in one of the missions in the war between the Alliance, the Empire, and the Republic. Not to mention she gets ousted by Malgus.'

With the atmosphere between them softened, Salazar extended his arm in manner befitting a noble and Malora graciously hooked her arm in his as they made their way to the lab.

"Sounds like you hate it here." Salazar said. "Then again, who wouldn't?"

"The beasts you see here are called Tuk'ata. Sith hounds that were transformed into their current state using Sith alchemy by long dead Sith Lords to guard their tombs. As you can see, they've since bred and run wild. My master has taken it upon himself to capture and dissect these monsters in his futile attempt to become one with the force." Malora explained, waving her hand frustratingly at the caged beasts. "Perfect unity he calls it. I've since done nothing but lab work and dissection!"

Suddenly felt his arm being enveloped in between her C-cup breasts Her breath hitched at the contact as she whispered into his ear. "Come to think of it, you're the first real man I've seen in quite a long time."

Just as quickly, she removed her body away from his and led him towards a nearby dissection table where a pudgy man in Sith gear and cape was working. "We'll get back to that later," she said, "let's get Lord Renning out of the way first."

"My lord, the acolyte Overseer Tremel's sent has arrived." She said. The seemingly obese Sith lord turned to face them. The dark veins across his visage and very gray hair and beard giving him an old and senile appearance.

"Ah yes, Tremel's acolyte. Salazar, is it?" Renning exclaimed. "I sense great power within you and I'm sure you are more than suited for this task of mine. But before I let you go, I trust the sight of a messy operating table doesn't disturb you?"

"I don't fear dead things." Salazar replied.

"All fine and good. But lack of fear and genuine interest are not the same." Renning nodded, pointing at the dead creature on the table, "This used to be a tuk'ata; hound-like creatures infesting Korriban's tombs. On the surface, nothing special. But I alone can see this creature is an expression of pure dark side energy. Aggression made manifest!"

Salazar cocked an eyebrow at his expression. It seemed as if this man was a tad queer, if not already on the verge of insanity. "If you're the only one who can see it, maybe it isn't there." He quipped offhandedly.

"The ignorant often question the perceptions of the wise. You require enlightenment." The pudgy Sith Lord scoffed. "The force is alive. It expresses its will in the physical world. This tuk'ata was one such form."

"Then I suppose we are another of these forms?" Salazar enquired.

"Sith are the highest manifestation of the force's will." Renning replied before continuing his monologue with zest. "I've dissected hundreds of tuk'ata, forging a direct connection to the dark side. Each beast I examine advances me toward perfect unity! I now stand at a new frontier but find myself thwarted. My most perfect specimen; a tuk'ata mutant, escaped to the tombs before I could analyze it."

'This guy's a complete nut case.' Salazar thought to himself.

"You work is… too important to fail my lord." Salazar said patronizingly, realizing he was now working for a lunatic.

"Indeed. Perhaps the force has brought you to me for a reason!" Renning exclaimed, further solidifying Salazar's thoughts of the man. "I need you to hunt that tuk'ata for me and retrieve its perfect brain. Malora knows which tomb the beast fled into. Assist me, and you will be rewarded; that which I leave it up to her to decide."

"I will do what is necessary my lord." Salazar bowed.

"You have found a great calling in my service. I trust you appreciate that." Renning said, before turning back to his work.

Malora gave Renning one last dirty look before pulling Salazar away and into one of the rooms nearby and locking it to ensure privacy.

'Ok, she clearly wants something if she's being this flirty with me. Well two can play this game.' Salazar thought before walking towards Malora.

Before she could turn around Salazar leapt into action and grabbed her from behind, one hand massaging her glorious mounds and the other rubbing her pussy. Malora moaned at the sudden contact and was cut-off by strong lips latching onto hers.

Getting a hold of herself, she returned the favor; her left hand groping Salazar's bulge through his pants while the other held onto his head for support. The foreplay continued for another minute before Malora broke off body contact. Her hand however, held very much firmly to his erection.

"I have a proposition for you, Salazar." She said huskily while continuing to stroke him.

"You have my attention, Malora." Salazar replied as he gazed at her body hungrily, eager to get a first taste of Sith pussy and pump the force out of her.

"You obviously seen how hopelessly insane he is, and I want out!" She hissed. "Give me the brain and I will sabotage his work, revealing him as a fraud and allowing the Dark Council to get rid of him."

"I've yet to see where I benefit from this." Salazar said, stepping closer and snaking a hand around her firm buttocks while another came up to peruse her soft pink lips.

Squashing her breasts on top of Salazar's chest, Malora whispered submissively. "Do this for me, and you can have my body to do anything you so desire."

At the back of his mind, Salazar knew she was simply using him for her own ends and her submissiveness was merely an act to ensure his cooperation. However, he knew far better. At the end of it all, he was going to have his cake and eat it as well.

"You have a deal, then." Salazar replied, leaving Malora alone in the room.

Salazar paced calmly as he traversed Antioch Peverell's tomb. It did not take him much effort to locate it since busts of the Dark Lord himself dotted its entrance. But it did take him slightly longer than expected to reach it as the surrounding valley was dotted with wild Tuk'ata and members of the Imperial Army whose minds could not withstand the dark side energies, driving them insane. It mattered little, however. Any being who opposed the acolyte were swiftly slain by his blade before they even registered his presence.

The catacombs within were just as relatively dangerous for the uninitiated. Salazar discovered a significant number of other acolytes who failed their tasks and were sent to die, or were too fearful to return without completing their trials lest they face sure death. Thankfully, the tombs were lit by torches with blue flames which never seemed to go out; probably fueled by the very energies which saturated the area. The weak who stood in his way were dispatched with ease or ran away at the sight of him.

After some time, he came across a large entrance; more so than any of the others within the tomb and flanked by another pair of statues of Antioch Peverell. Cautiously, he entered the hallway with his warblade drawn. Eventually, he came across a large room with a high ceiling. At the centre, an ancient Sith carving covered with Sith writings of which Salazar could not read and lit by large pyres of blue flames with skulls within.

Salazar could feel the dark side energies here saturated beyond any other area. It was starting to make him hear things; whispers of death, calls of temptation, trying to make him go insane just like the others. But Salazar was no mere acolyte, blocking the voices out of his mind and making his way to stand before the Sith carving.

Out of instinct, Salazar decided to kneel before the carving and meditate, paying his respects to Antioch Peverell. Concentrating his thoughts and emotions, he focused on the Sith code and recited in his mind.

'Peace is a lie, there is only passion. Through passion, I gain strength. Through strength, I gain power. Through power, I gain victory. Through victory, my chains are broken. The Force shall free me!'

Suddenly, a thrum of energy emanated from the carving, washing over Salazar like a wave. A feeling of power sprung forth in the centre of his brain and burst forth his entire being. In a momentary loss of bodily control, his eyes snapped open of his own accord and his pupils flashed purple, reciting again the Sith code in the original Sith language.

Nwûl tash. Dzwol shâsotkun. Shâsotjontû châtsatul nu tyûk. Tyûkjontû châtsatul nu midwan. Midwanjontû châtsatul nu asha. Ashajontû kotswinot itsu nuyak. Wonoksh Qyâsik nun!

Upon uttering the last syllable, the pyres exploded; the flames flowing, twisting and turning before coalescing into a ethereal mass of what Salazar could only describe as pure spirit energy. Within seconds, the coalescence rapidly shaped itself into a humanoid figure. At the end of it, all Salazar could do was stand frozen in shock at the figure before him.

Pale skinned, bulky in appearance, a goatee with a slighty bald head with some hair at the back of his head, clothed in ancient robes. It was the spirit of the eldest Peverell brother, and apparently a legendary Dark Lord of the Sith: Antioch Peverell himself.

"Who enters my domain?" The spirit questioned with an edge sharp enough to cut steel and which echoed throughout the room.

Snapping out of his daze, Salazar stood fast, straight and replied. "The one who is tasked to slay your beast, my lord."

The shade narrowed his gaze threateningly, as if annoyed by the acolyte's remark. "Foolish boy. The dead do not suffer the living to pass!"

A wave of killing intent flooded his senses, and Salazar countered by flooding his presence as well. "It does not matter, my lord. On my honor as both a Mandalorian and Sith, Your pet will fall by my hand!"

The former dark lord paused and examined the young Sith before him.

"You are either brave or stupid to come here, young one." He growled. "However, I sense great power within. Your eyes speak of intelligence, cunning and knowledge far beyond others of your age. I can sense your martial strength just by looking at you. Also, you seem to remind me of someone, tell me of your parentage."

"I am Salazar Vizsla, of clan Vizsla, son of Regulus Slytherin and Artemis Vizsla."

"Slytherin you say? Hmm, Do you speak the noble language of parseltongue?"

Salazar grinned at the specter. ~What do you think, old man?~ Salazar hissed in parseltongue.

Antioch's gazed down at the young Sith for a good minute before laughing.

His laughter died down to mere chuckles. "Well then, you were tasked to slay my pet are you not? Fine! I shall release my pet from his shackles and you shall free its spirit from its rotting body."

With a wave of his gnarled hand, a thunderous roar howled within the confines and a tremor rocked the room, dislodging centuries of dust and rubble from the ceiling.

Salazar drew and activated his blade swiftly tensed as the roars and quaking getting louder and stronger, his back against the dark lord's spirit. Salazar did not have the time to see the shade's spirit dissipate with his last words echoing throughout the shaking hall.

At that very moment, the wall opposite the carving exploded; showering Salazar in rubble which he blocked skillfully with the force. When the dust settled, a hulking figure stood in place of the wall; Its head was covered in spines at least the length of a full-grown man. Its arms also covered in smaller spines and wielding claws meant for slicing flesh. Its back was covered by a carapace. It jaws lined with razor sharp teeth and flanked by tusks which bent inward. It was mutated beyond what Salazar was thought possible.

'Of all creatures in the universe.' Salazar groaned mentally. 'It just had to be a fucking Tarentatek!'

The beast roared with all its might, then charged directly at the acolyte. Salazar deftly dodged the straightforward attack and watched incredulously as it smashed itself directly onto the Sith carving. Amazingly, the carving held despite the ferocity of the attack. The tarentatek shook its head, probably dazed from hitting such a solid object.

Sensing an opening, Salazar imbued his body with the force and charged the beast. He leapt forward and slashed his energized warblade against its horned head. However, the blade simply bounced back with nothing more than a scorch mark left on the beast's carapace. The beast swung its gnarly arm and smacked Salazar into a nearby wall. Fortunately, the aspiring Sith managed to remain standing despite the strength of its attack.

For the next few minutes, both man and beast danced the tune of death; Salazar deftly dodging the Tarentatek's powerful swings and smashes while prodding its hard carapace with quick slices and thrusts, to no avail. His mind was whirling a mile a minute, trying to come up with ways to bring down the Sith animal. He swooped up close, dangerously near the beasts jaws and tried to damage it internally by blasting a concentrated force roar right next to its head. However, it did little other than making the beast even more angry.

Salazar berated himself internally for his folly.

'Dammit moron, focus! From what I remember, the hide of Tarentateks are ludicrously tough and most probably immune to physical as well as force-based attacks. This means force lightning is out of the question.'

He leapt out of a vicious jackhammer as the Tarentatek hit the ground with a shockwave.

'That leaves the only vulnerable target: the eyes!' Salazar thought.

He would have to again subject himself to the proximity of the animal's poisoned tusks and jaws, but there was no other obvious weakness since everywhere else was covered in carapace.

The two combatants charged once again. Salazar slided underneath a vicious swipe, then force leapt; standing with a leg on each tusk. Before the beast could react, Salazar plunged his blazing warblade straight and true into the Tarentatek's right eye, splattering black blood all over his hands and blade.

The beast of Antioch Peverell let out a deafening roar which was so powerful it blasted Salazar away from the beast, his blade still stuck in its eye, and caused him to crash into a pillar. Salazar pushed himself off the ground and shook his head vigorously to get the ringing out of his ears. When his vision cleared enough, he found the beast still standing. However, it was thrashing its arms that were too short to remove the deeply embedded blade from its head.

Deciding to finish off the beast once and for all, he strode up to the creature while it was distracted from the pain and concentrated all his power into his outthrusted palms; summoning a thunderous barrage of bright red force lightning at its head.

'Holy shit! Sith lightning is so flipping cool!'

The blade, acting as a conduit past the beasts force-resistant carapace, conducted the lightning through its blade and straight into its head and brain; frying its brain and adjacent innards. Salazar did not stop however and the Tarentatek howled in pain and frustration as its liquified innards oozed out of its facial orifices. Eventually, the beast sank to its knees and tipped forward. Its once mighty roars reduced to wheezes and wails until it stopped entirely. Only then, did Salazar cease his relentless barrage; bending over and gasping slightly due to the effort.

Within a minute of rest, Salazar's strength returned. He cautiously made his way to the already rotting carcass and pulled out his bloodied blade. Above it, Antioch Peverell's spirit materialized once more.

"Your trial is complete young Sith." He boomed, "You have beaten my pet through your cunning as well as your strength in the force. You have proven yourself more than worthy of my blessing."

He hovered over to Salazar and placed his hand onto the acolyte's chest, fazing through the armor. A burning sensation erupted from the point where the dark lord touched, but Salazar stood unflinched by the pain.

Salazar knelt before the spirit in gratitude. "Your generosity is most welcome, my lord. You have my word, I will bring honor and glory to my clan, the Sith and house Peverell.

"My time is over, young one." The dark lord replied. "I simply exist as a shade of my former self to aid those worthy of being called Sith. As long as your actions bring glory and honor to the Empire, then know that I am satisfied. Go now! Your path to power awaits you!"

Salazar stayed kneeling until the spirit fully dispersed and the dimness of the tomb enveloped it once more. Raising himself from the ground, Salazar felt his bodily movements to be much lighter, and his power in the Force seemed to have doubled in strength. He strode towards the exit to finish his next task; eager to test himself once more.

Salazar quietly made his way through the lab and towards Malora's quarters in the dark of night; a freeze-box containing the freshly decapitated head of Lord Renning's prized Tuk'ata.

He stepped into the dimly lit room and walked calmly towards the center, only to find a pair of arms wrapped around his torso.

"Welcome back, I trust that you have recovered the mutant tuk'ata's brain? I'm eager to conclude the business we discussed." Malora whispered in Salazar's ear, slightly biting it.

"It's right here, have it." Salazar grinned passing the brain to her.

"Excellent. Your part in this little scheme of ours is done, now it's my turn."

Malora holds up the extracted brain, inserting a syringe filled with a strange dark substance. The flesh darkens and veins pulse unnaturally. "This chemical will make it appear as though Renning is falsifying his research... There! All that remains is for me to whisper the right words into the right ears. I'll also transfer some credits to your account now. Give Renning the brain and collect his reward too. You've made out quite well."

Salazar wrapped an arm around her waist. "I fought a mutated tuk'ata for more than just credits."

"And you will have me, wait for me in your quarters tonight, this'll be a fun night for us both."

Leaving out of Malora's room, Salazar went to the main lab. Renning noticed what I was carrying.

"You have the brain at last! Excellent work. I trust it wasn't too much trouble?"

"Wasn't much of an issue." Salazar handed him the brain.

"Very well, you've done good work my young friend. Take your reward, I'll inform Overseer Tremel of your success."

Bowing, Salazar made the rest of his way to the academy. He made his way to the entrance of the academy. There he was suddenly stopped by what looked like a menacing female Sith Pureblood waiting just for him.

"Acolyte. I am assistant overseer Loun. I come with a message." She stated. "Overseer Tremel can teach you the ways of the Sith but not all of the skills. For that, there are specialists in the Academy and Tremel wishes to meet them and learn what you can. Understood?"

"I do, assistant overseer." Salazar replied, giving her a slight bow.

He scanned his eyes over her lean frame and how her outfit hugged her body. Her red, pureblood skin coupled with barbs jutting out from above her eyebrows and short facial tentacles hanging from her cheeks made her look exotic. He read about how Sith purebloods were strong in the force, but also highly arrogant due to their view as a step above humans.

If they even cared to read their history properly, they might have been surprised to learn that the reason they were part of the Sith order was because humans first arrived in Korriban and subjugated their race in the first place.

"That will be all acolyte. Someday you may learn enough to impress me--if not kill me. You will find the best trainers in the Academy's archive. You are expected there shortly."

"As you say, assistant overseer." Salazar replied with a bow before striding away into the depths of the academy.

As he was walking the down the hall to the office, a certain dumb-ass stepped out of the shadows.

"Well, look who's here. Remember me?" Dolgis growled.

"Oh look, Vemrin's overgrown dog has gone loose. What happened? Did you lose your bone?" Salazar retorted.

"Very funny shorty. What's even more funny is that will be the last joke you ever tell. Notice anything interesting? No witnesses. No witnesses means no rules. No more shortcuts. No more special treatment. You're just gonna be another dead failure on Korriban.

"Y'know, Vemrin's the same size as me, so in your logic your calling Vemrin a 'shorty' as well." Salazar said.

"Whatever." Dolgis drew his blade.

"You don't have to do this." Salazar said, drawing his warblade. "You can walk away unharmed."

"I think I'll take my chances." Dolgis said before rushing.

Salazar casually side stepped the sloppy attack.

'Oh god, how the hell did he make it to the academy with this style of fighting?! I mean seriously! No Finesse, no form of subtlety whatsoever!'

Seeing that he had failed to strike, Dolgis charged towards Salazar. This time, the Mando-Sith easily deflected the strikes.

"Fight me seriously dammit!" Dolgis yelled.

"If you insist." Salazar said before going on the offensive. Like a snake, he struck fast and hard. Dolgis was unable to keep up with the strikes and received many cuts across his body.

"Alright enough! Enough! I give! I was wrong. What the others are about you... totally true. So... strong. I don't wanna die!" Dolgis begged.

Salazar poised his warblade next to Dolgis's neck. "And what will happen if I let you go? Will you crawl back to Vemrin?"

"And get killed by looking weak? Nah, only reason I followed him because he was the top dog, but you've proved me wrong. Let me go and you will never see nor hear from me again."

The acolyte studied his beaten foe. Finally deciding that he was telling the truth, Salazar powered down his sword and allowed Dolgis to limp past. He then sheathed his warblade before entering Tremel's office.

"Ah, acolyte, you have returned." Tremel said immediately after seeing Salazar walk in.

"You don't seem pleased, overseer. I thought you would be congratulating me on my victory."

"While I am pleased that you defeated the beast, its death has produced an unintended side effect. It was so connected to the dark side that when it was slain, it left a tremor in the Force. Darth Baras felt that tremor and has become aware of you. He demands an audience, first thing tomorrow morning."

"I didn't expect my actions to ruin your plan, overseer." Salazar said.

"We cannot worry about it now. I need to prepare you on what you should expect when you see Darth Baras. He is a serious man but a master of deception. Everything he does and says is calculated. He will attempt to trip you up, test your nature, get to the heart of who you are. Always take him seriously. And I mean always."

"I will do my best, Overseer."

"We might not speak again, acolyte. You're the best chance of stopping Vemrin. If you fail, I doubt there will be another strong enough. Good luck."

"You honor me." Salazar said, bowing.

"When you make your way to meet Darth Baras in his chambers, do it quickly, he won't take kindly to waiting."


As Salazar was striding through, a party of four acolytes turned to him as he rounded the corner. Three male and one female.

The woman, who's name was Phyne had black hair and sported bangs with the sides tied up and dangling between her cheeks with the rest in a pony tail. Her light yellow-beige skin tone gave her an almost exotic appearance followed by her small and tight body frame with modest bust and bosom. The fact she was wearing a black Sith suit compared to normal robes placed her to be a cut above the other acolytes.

"There, Teeno. I believe he's the one." Phyne muttered, turning to face the acolyte next to her.

Teeno was almost as large as Dolgis but sported dark skin and equally dark hair. His all-red armor and large pauldrons on his shoulders also seemed to mark him as someone with at least some skill. Whereas Dolgis's demeanor was threatening, Teeno's seemed enthusiastic and naïve.

"Really? All right. Hey, you!" He called out.

"Careful Teeno." Phyne warned.

Teeno turned to her. "Come on Phyne, I'm antsy for some action."

He turned to Salazar. "You there! Are you the big shot they're all talking about? The one who's been personally summoned by Darth Baras himself?"

"Please get to the point, the last person who confronted me in these halls I beated the shit out of him." Salazar said impatiently.

"Wait! We're not here to fight you!" Phyne placed her hands up in submission. "I'm Phyne, and this is Teeno. The twins behind us are the Carrow twins, Amycus and Alecto. Please pardon my overeager friend. It's just that we've heard so much about you." Phyne said.

"And we want to get in good with you." The lumbering man quipped.

"Teeno!" Phyne hissed.

She sighed and continued to explain. "What my blunt partner here means is that if you need anything or anyone, say, dealt with, we'd like you to consider us."

Salazar looked at them amusedly and crossed his arms. "Go on."

"She's talking about Vemrin. We'll kill him for you!" Teeno exclaimed.

Once again, the petite Acolyte palmed her face. "Sorry, I should've had Teeno muzzled. So, what do you say? We know Vemrin tried to have you killed. Would you like him eliminated?"

"As much as I'd like to see him dead before my very eyes, I'd very much prefer not to stoop to his level of dirty tricks, thank you very much." Salazar sighed.

"Besides, it would be a waste of resources to get yourselves all killed when all of you could be concentrating on your training and at least try to be of use to the empire."

"No, no, of course not, you're too smart to be like that brute." Phyne pursed her luscious pink lips.

"There are rules. Acolytes are not to openly kill one another. Everyone knows of your rivalry. If you kill him, the lords will presume your guilt."

"But if Vemrin croaks while you got an alibi, people might be suspicious, but they won't be able to pin it on you. See?" Teeno continued enthusiastically.

Salazar blinked in surprise. It seemed this hulking dunce wasn't as stupid as Dolgis as he first assumed. Still not as smart as Phyne, but it seemed he had enough common sense. So far, both Teeno and Phyne made solid points. Still, he found it completely unnecessary. It was obvious to him that they were simply trying to gain his favour.

"In all honesty, I understand what your plan is and what you're trying to do. Your efforts are appreciated but not necessary." Salazar declared.

"Know this: I represent the greatest threat to him because I've been pushed ahead. I don't need to seek him out first. Eventually, he will realize that the only way of stopping me is to face me himself. And when the time comes, it will take place outside the academy, away from the eyes of the Lords, and only then will I kill him."

"Besides, I would be sorely disappointed if such a… fine woman as you died by his unworthy hands." Salazar laid his gaze on the only female in the hall. Phyne tore her eyes away from his with a dust of pink on her cheeks.

"Plus, with one look and I can tell all four of you together would not stand a matchstick's chance on Hoth in defeating him."

Phyne snapped into a look of conviction. "Let us prove ourselves to you, then. Spar with us, then decide if we have the skills to benefit you in this endeavor."

"Fine then." Salazar accepted. "At least this should provide me with some warmup."

"At your best, boys!" Phyne exclaimed, "Its time to audition for the big show!

The four drew their blades, but Salazar didn't draw his. He simply stood there and waited for them to attack. He wouldn't need to draw his own for something as trivial as a spar.


5 minutes later

While the four of them got up from the ground grunting and moaning in pain, Salazar stood tall and unwavering without having broken a sweat.

"You… still took all four of us apart." Phyne exclaimed, holding her bruised abdomen.

"This changes everything. From what I hear, Vemrin's every bit your physical equal. If we can't even hold up sparring against you, we'll never be able to kill him!"

"For your own safety, you should steer your pretty little ass away from Vemrin. The rest of you however, go ahead and kill yourselves if you still want to try."

Ignoring the snark remark, Phyne continued. "Well, this has been quite the sobering experience. Thanks for setting us straight."

"I don't get it. Are we gonna kill somebody or not?" Teeno whined, looking genuinely disappointed even when he had gotten an ass kicking just moments before.

"No, Teeno." She replied sadly. "And I think we ought to rethink this whole Sith training thing, yeah?"

The four acolytes turned to leave.

In his head, Salazar was already coming up with a plan to bring her under him. 'If I'm lucky, I could get another potential ally among the Sith.'

Just before she turned to exit the hallway, he called out to her. "Hold up there Phyne."

Phyne stopped in her tracks and gave him a quizzical look. "To tell you the truth, your performance during our spar was much better than the rest. Your nimble and flexible body seems very much similar to a style of fighting I've been using."

Phyne narrowed her eyes at the subtle hint. "Go on." She stated cautiously.

Taking a bold step forward, Salazar wrapped an arm around her petite waist and pulled her body towards him. Instinctively, she grabbed a hold of his shoulders so as not to fall over, which resulted in her smashing her breasts to his muscular chest.

"I would loath to see such a… fine potential Sith such as you go to waste." Salazar whispered seductively into her ear.

"Furthermore, getting out of the Sith program is far harder than you think. Surely you're smarter than Teeno to realise that."

"I-I guess so…" Phyne stammered, blushes staining her cheeks once more.

Having gained her undivided attention, Salazar tilted her head up with his free hand. "Come find me in my chambers tonight, and I will teach you the path to be a stronger Sith than you are now."

Without letting her reply, he leant down and kissed her lips with full force, dominating her and controlling the rhythm. Phyne resisted at first, but her tired body could not keep up and the surprising pleasure she received from the kiss made her succumb to his ministrations.

Suddenly, she felt a trickle of energy emanate from the invading tongue and wash over her from within. Slowly, the pain in her entire body disappeared and her strength returned. Shocked by the seemingly inconceivable act, she finally found the strength to push herself away and break the kiss. Salazar simply smirked as she tried to figure out what happened.

When she could not find any, she rounded on Salazar. "What in the galaxy did you do to me?!"

"Simple, a token of good will." Salazar retorted. "Like I said, come find me in my chambers and I will show you the way to power and more of what you just felt if you'd like."

Turning around, he left Phyne to gather her thoughts.


After leaving Phyne, Salazar went to the specialist training area, where he went through both Juggernaut and Marauder training.


Salazar's Room/Lemon Warning

When Salazar entered his room, he was surprised by the display before him.

Malora was kissing Phyne on the lips and really giving Salazar a show in their underwear, their hands roaming each other's tits and pussies.

When the two women found each other in front of Salazar's door they questioned each other about their reasons for coming here.

When Malora shared her idea of having a threesome with Salazar, Phyne wasn't too keen on it but Malora was able to persuade her, in both words and actions.

After a quick wash up, Salazar joined the two women who took the rest of their clothes off. Malora and Phyne were giving Salazar a double-blowjob. Phyne was switching between licking his shaft and sucking his balls while Malora was sucking on the head of his cock, bobbing her head up and down until he came in her mouth.

Only Malora however didn't swallow. She held the cum in her mouth and urges Phyne to come to her. Then she kissed Phyne on the lips and transfer Salazar's cum into her mouth. Both women swallowed his cum greedily. Their tongues dancing in saliva and cum. A bit of Salazar's cum dripping from the side of their mouths.

Salazar looked at Malora. "Get back on the bed and lay on your back."

Malora obeyed immediately, crawling back up to the head of the bed, laying flat on her back with her head on a pillow. She immediately spread her legs and began to finger herself in anticipation of whatever he decided to do.

He turned to Phyne, who looked at him expectedly, "You're going to reward her for the amazing head she just gave me. Go lick her clit until she cums on your face."

Phyne got on the bed, and crawled on all fours and immediately placed her head directly into Malora's snatch. Malora gripped Phyne's head into place as she tongued away at Malora's clit.

Salazar however was focused upon the beautiful ass that was hung in the air before him. He was occasionally distracted from gazing at the sight by Malora's throaty moans of pleasure.

He decided it was time for him to participate in the activities, so he deftly moved up behind Phyne. He placed his shaft along the crack of her ass and leaned in while he rubbed her sides and felt her breasts sway underneath her. He leaned forward, whispering into her ear.

"Do you want me, Phyne?"

"Please." He heard her beg while she spoke directly into the wet slick folds of Malora.

Salazar leaned back a bit, and rubbed the tip of his shaft along the slit and ass of Phyne. She had not specified which hole she wanted impaled, but figured he should start with the obvious first. After he ensured the tip was well coated in her juices, Salazar sheathed himself slowly inside her, which elicited a throatier moan from Phyne the further he penetrated.

The sounds of the three lovers would be heard for hours. Fortunately, the other acolytes couldn't hear due to the walls being so thick.

After they were finally finished, Salazar admired his work. Both Malora and Phyne were both covered and filled with cum, the three lovers quickly washed up and slept together with Malora leaning on Salazar's left shoulder while Phyne leaned on his right.

'This new life is going pretty well so far. Still, gotta be ready to meet with Baras.' Salazar thought before pulling the two women closer to himself and fall into the world of slumber.

Lemon End


After getting up, wishing Malora and Phyne good luck with whatever their plans for the future were, Salazar can be seen heading towards Darth Baras's chambers.

The Sith Academy was humongous. However, with little effort and the help of a holomap, Salazar eventually found the hallway towards Darth Baras's chambers.


Darth Baras's Chamber

The doors to Darth Baras's chambers slid open silently and Salazar stepped in to see that there was already a briefing being conducted. Scanning the room, he spotted Vemrin on the left side just as he turned around slightly to see his arrival.

Calmly, he stood to the side at the back and leant against a pillar with folded arms while listening to the infamous Darth Baras himself. He wore a stylized mask which had only slits for the eyes. Large and sharp pauldrons adorned his already large, if not obese, figure. His chest guard and leggings were also armored in a similar style. This gave him an almost intimidating look for those who couldn't see his facial expressions.

"Most of you will not return from this endeavor. If you die, you will be forgotten. If you give up, you will be killed. Now, out of my sight." He exclaimed dangerously.

"I've got a bad feeling about this." One acolyte muttered as he walked side by side with Vemrin.

"You should. This is the end of the line for you, Klemral. Just make sure you stay out of my way." Vemrin growled.

Eventually, they neared the entrance and stopped to look at the patiently waiting Salazar, who was sporting a smug look as Vemrin gritted his teeth in annoyance.

"Look here, Vemrin. I see the upstart but no sign of Dolgis." Klemrall said, giving Vemrin a smirk.

"Klemral, Vemrin. You have been dismissed." The dark lord words cut across the room.

"Yes, master." Klemrall bowed and left. Vemrin though, looked like he still had a few more words to say. He got into Salazar's face, which did nothing to intimidate his rival.

"I underestimated you by sending Dolgis. It will not happen again." Vemrin hissed.

"Of course it won't, Vemrin." Salazar replied patronizingly. "Because you'll be dead before then."

Vemrin huffed and strode out of the room, leaving only Salazar to face Baras.

"Are you having trouble with acolyte Vemrin, supplicant?" Baras prodded.

'Supplicant? Already trying to get under my skin huh.'

"No trouble at all, Lord Baras. He simply likes to pick off more than he can chew. He just hasn't realized it yet." Salazar replied offhandedly.

"That is because he has the strength to back it up." Baras stood from his chair, his large frame slowly closing the distance between them.

"Vemrin has been hardened into a lethal machine. Vemrin has paid his dues. He's fought a deck stacked against him to get here. You, on the other hand... Let me get a closer look at you. Yes, as I suspected. Overseer Tremel has done you and this Academy a great disservice. Your warblade came early, prisoners flown in for your convenience, even the beast here on Korriban instead of off-world in the wild. The pacing of the trials is deliberate. Only full immersion over time produces results. Your mind is soft, unhoned, undisciplined."

Suddenly, Salazar guffawed then burst into raucous laughter. Even though Baras had his mask, he knew his reaction to the Darth's words puzzled him.

"What is it that you find such humour in, acolyte? You will tell me, before I cut you down where you stand!" Baras growled precariously.

Salazar finally got his laughter under control before he declared. "I was thinking what was it that was clouding your vision more, Lord Baras. The force or the mask? The pacing of the trials is appropriate for one such as I."

His expression turned dark as he allowed his force presence to leak out and saturate the room. "Unlike Vemrin, who's probably a base born bastard of a low rank Sith, I have trained in the art of not only becoming a warrior worthy to be Sith, but a hunter as well. So I apologise, but I have to disagree… emphatically."

For a brief while, the two forces pressed against each other as the young stallion and the old warhorse attempted to best each other. Salazar had the raw power, but Baras had the experience and mastery of his own to boot. After what seemed like hours but had merely been a minute, Baras chuckled and dropped his presence compelling Salazar to do the same.

"You are an interesting one, Acolyte. If what you say is true, then you would make a fine addition among us. However, the first month of trials should be dedicated to philosophy, conceptual tactics, understanding of the Sith Code. Recite the Sith Code for me, acolyte, and explain its meaning in battle, war and politics.

Salazar smirked. "Peace is a lie, there is only passion. Through passion, I gain strength. Through strength, I gain power. Through power, I gain victory. Through victory, my chains are broken. The Force shall set me free."

"Good, continue."

Salazar began his thorough explanation, which surprised Baras although his mask covered it. This was exactly what he had been training for. Knowing that the true Sith would not believe he was one of them through mere strength, in Salazar's old life he was a huge Star Wars fan and begun his research in all things related to it. By the time he was done, Baras was deeply impressed.

"I see… very good. Your ability is undeniable. Your readiness and understanding of the Sith way seems to be up to par." The Darth declared.

"Already, I can sense that if you keep this up you might surpass Vemrin in every way possible."

"Henceforth, I shall be your master now. Tremel was becoming lax before you ever arrived. His unwillingness to adapt to the evolving Sith paradigm has become a liability. These are the actions of a traitor. Traitors are executed. I grant you immunity from punishment. Kill Tremel and bring back his hand as proof."

"As you decree, my lord." Salazar answered with a sigh.

"Now, leave. I'm sure Tremel is still in his chambers. Don't return until you've killed him." Baras dismissed him.

On the way back to Tremel's office, Salazar thought of how exactly he would go about this. By the time he walked in, he knew what he had to do.


End

Finally! It's finished. I won't lie, I may or maybe not went crazy with this chapter. But I hope you guys enjoyed this one.

Remember, reality is an illusion, the universe is a hologram, bye gold, BYE!