A long time ago in a galaxy far far away...

Star Wars

Sith: Shatterpoint

The power of the dark side grows. The SITH EMPIRE has won a major victory against the Galactic Republic and its Jedi guardians, conquering and enslaving many new worlds."

"With a fragile peace in place, the Empire sends its slaves to the ancient Sith stronghold of KORRIBAN, hoping to unearth relics of vast power that can be used to dominate the galaxy."

"One slave, powerful with the Force, has been released from servitude and forced to master the dark arts of the Sith or die trying ...

Chapter 1
Korriban: The Homeworld

Ranna theorized that several years from now she would look upon torturing and crippling her boss as one of the best decisions of her life. Right now however, it resulted in a harsh and jarring alarm tearing her from sleep. She rose from the bed she had been given and stretched. While not truly comfortable, they were certainly better than the cramped, unpleasant quarters she had been consigned to as a slave.

As the door to her quarters opened, she saw that a box had been placed at her feet. Opening it she saw what she presumed to be her new uniform at the Sith Academy. She quickly donned it, shirt, skirt and leggings. Despite it's odd look the outfit was surprisingly comfortable, with soft and smooth, yet clearly durable fabric. Far better than the crude, rough clothing she had worn as a slave. Beneath the uniform was her training weapon, an electoblade to be used until she was permitted a lightsaber. She lifted the weapon and gave it a few test swings. Supposedly the blade was balanced to resemble the weight of an actual lightsaber. With the push of a switch, electricity crackled along the length of the blade.

As she finished looking at herself, she heard another signal. This time over the intercom.

"All acolytes are to report to dropship Mern immediately."

Ranna obliged, heading down the hallway as she slung the blade over her shoulder, where it magnetically attached itself to her back. She caught up with the dropship just as it was about to take off, crowding in with several other students.

The ride down to the surface was rough but brief, and the ship touched down rather rapidly, giving Ranna a sense of vertigo.

The hatch opened, letting in bright light, and a wave of hot, dry air. Ranna and the rest of the acolytes exited the ship. Stepping onto the landing pad she took stock of the area around her.

Korriban was a desert world, with a sky that looked eternally like a sunset. Around her she could see massive statues, of figures with their heads bowed in subservience.

Ranna closed her eyes, and began measured breathing and relaxation. She extended her senses, immersing herself in the Force. She could feel it calling out to her, drawing her in.

I feel, apprehension, ambition, fear, envy. This place...

Ranna was suddenly dragged out of her contemplation. After a split second of confusion, she realized that another of the acolytes had bumped into her. Rude.

She was about to say something, when he turned and she saw the red skin that marked him as a Sith Pureblood. Instinctively she lowered her head from his yellow eyed gaze, a reflex drilled into her from years of slavery. She heard the Pureblood snort in amusement before turning away.

Ranna, you idiot, there's no need for that anymore. This is Korriban, we are acolytes, and thus equals!

After admonishing herself, she continued forwards to were the group met with a man she could only presume was the Overseer. All the other acolytes stood before him, save the Pureblood, who left landing pad on his own.

The Overseer was a Human male with short brown hair, a goatee, and a strange tattoo over his eye. He looked over the new students, not even hiding the derision in his eyes.

"Ah, the last one to arrive!" He said in a mocking tone. "I hope you don't let your newfound freedom go to your head, or come to think that you don't need to pass your trials to become sith!"

Ranna's attention divided when she noticed that the Sith Pureblood already walked past the overseer and out of the arrival port. When she attempted to get a better look she saw the Overseer tense.

The Overseer then addressed the whole group. "Lord Zash has tasked me with sorting through you refuse to find a suitable apprentice for her, and I intend to do exactly that."

Ranna raised her hand, which got her strange looks from the other acolytes, and withering glare from the man.

"What is it, scum?!"

Hoping she wasn't blushing, Ranna asked. "Who's Zash?"

"That's Lord Zash to you slave. She is a Dark Lord of the Sith and more important than you will ever be!"

"Now the rest you gutter trash already have your assignments, though I doubt any of you will survive them. Go ahead, while I bring our straggler up to speed!"

As the other acolytes left, one them walked past Ranna and gave her what was clearly a forced smile. "Watch your back friend, but don't worry, he can't kill all of us."

"Thanks. And you take care of yourself as well." Ranna said, returning the smile at the somewhat failed attempt at gallows humor.

The Overseer gave the other Acolyte a look of disapproval as she left but said nothing.

"Now you. There's a hermit named Spindrall who lives in the tomb of Ajunta Pall in the Valley of the Dark Lords. Spindrall's a lunatic, but apparently Zash sees him as some sort of prophet. Once you find him he will test you. After that, report to my classroom in the Academy. Now get out of my sight, slave!" The Overseer headed over to a computer terminal to begin data entry.

Ranna took one look around the landing pad. She couldn't shake the feeling that she'd be here again at some point, unpleasant as the thought might be. As she left the arrival center, she stepped out onto a balcony, and gasped in awe.

Despite the daunting prospect that was Sith training, she was still taken aback by how beautiful Korriban looked. Beneath an eternal evening-like sky dotted with Korriban's many moons lay the Valley of the Dark Lords. Though ruins, the structures and statues that filled it were still in good condition. At the end of the valley, she could see the pyramidal structure that was the Sith Academy, it's tip crowned by the setting sun. This whole place was just fascinating.

"Impressive, isn't it?"

Ranna was shocked out of her thoughts, and she realized that someone was standing next to her, leaning over the balcony as well. Another acolyte, judging from her uniform. She was a tall, busty young woman, with white-gray hair down to mid back length. Her uniform was modified, clearly by her own hand with a likely deliberate rough cut revealing much of her cleavage.

"Y-yes." Ranna said. She looked up at the woman's face directly, and was taken aback. Her eyes were an unnatural and unnerving red color, complete with bloodshot veins. She could actually feel some strength in the force from this woman.

"The Sith Academy of Korriban." She turned back to looking towards the Valley. "There are other schools, you know. Other places where Sith are trained. However, none of them are as prestigious a place as this one."

"I-It's the homeworld of our civilization, right!" Ranna said.

"Indeed, and certainly the only academy fitting for one such as myself. Feels like a bit of shame that they've now opened it up to acolytes of such low birth, heck, even freaking aliens. Speaking of which."

The woman turned to face Ranna again. She looked her over in a way that made Ranna feel uncomfortable, only to make things worse when she placed her hand on Ranna's cheek. She caressed her cheek. Ranna closed her eyes. She had guessed things like this might happen in the academy. She considered fighting back, but sensing her fellow acolytes strength gave her pause.

Her hands ran down her neck to run over her breasts before squeezing them. Ranna closed her eyes tight, intending to just endure it. The acolytes ran her hands down Ranna's hips to her waist and rear, before back up to her chin, forcing Ranna to look at her.

"Blue hair. Weird for a Human, but other than that you're quite attractive, pretty face, big breasts, nice body."

Ranna remained silent, trembling.

"Oh, drop it, Blue, I'm just inspecting the goods." She then proceeded to spank Ranna. "Besides bedding fellow students is much more trouble than it's worth when there are plenty of choice slaves to pick from."

Ranna breathed a sigh of relief.

"However, others at the academy may not see it that way. Beauty is more of a curse than a blessing here, as undoubtedly many Twi'lek and Zeltron acolytes can attest." The acolyte adjusted her hair and pumped out her chest in a manner that was clearly intending to get Ranna to ask a question.

"If I might presume, what about you?" Ranna asked.

"I have a means of dissuasion!" The acolyte reached for something on her belt that Ranna was surprised she hadn't noticed before. With the activation of a switch, a bright crimson blade lit up the area.

"Y-you have a lightsaber. But you're only an acolyte!" Ranna exclaimed.

"At my station one has certain... 'privileges'. I can more than handle myself!"

"You however." She lowered the lightsaber towards Ranna. "A few disfiguring scars would probably fix your problem."

Ranna paled, as she backed away from the acolyte. The Acolyte approached her, smiling as she held the lightsaber less than an inch from Ranna's face. Despite the bone-chilling terror, she couldn't help but notice that the weapon gave off no noticeable heat despite how close it was. More of her mind working overtime.

"So, where first, Blue? The nose, the ears, the lips?" The acolyte said cheerfully as the moved the lightsaber towards those points. "Maybe an eye! It's been a while since I got to put out an eye!"

"N-no. P-p-please don't."

"Fine, go and spoil all the fun, why don't you? I thought we really had something going there..." She extinguished the blade and placed it back on her belt. "But it doesn't solve the problem at hand, I suppose.. A low-born slave like yourself will just end up as someone's bitch within the week."

"Well..." Ranna was about to say that she could do just fine on her own.

"Howabout you become my friend?"

"Excuse me?"

"We cooperate. I get someone to do stuff for me. You get my reputation as protection from the more agressive acolytes. We'll be friends!"

This acolyte clearly had a strange definition of friendship, and Ranna thought about telling her than, before her eyes fell on her lightsaber and recalling how casual she had been about mutilating someone. Better to have her as a friend than anger her (for whatever definition of 'friend' this acolyte went by).

"Um... sure." Ranna nodded. "And I never got your name.

"The names Quarra. Pleased to make you acquaintance, Blue."

"Actually, my name is Ranna."

"Whatever, Blue." Quarra had already turned away, heading down the ramp towards a tomb opening.

Ranna sighed. Bullied, belittled, felt up, threatened, and roped into servitude. I don't think it's even been ten minutes. We're certainly off to an excellent start...

And it's the first update of 2017! And it's not any of my preexisting stories! And it's an adaptation of SWTOR! And I'm already taking several liberties with the story!

In all seriousness though, I've been kicking this idea around in my head for a while, and am glad to finally put it into words. As you've already guessed, our main character Ranna is the Sith Inquisitor, while Quarra is the Warrior. I'm going to be taking quite a few liberties with the storyline so don't think this will be a direct novellization of the game. I'm also planning a story for the Republic side, though that one will take much more planning before it ever goes up. Thanks for reading, and please leave a review and tell me what you think!

~Dragonexx

EDIT: I was pressed for time and uploaded this in a hurry. Now that I have the chance, I've fixed the grammar and spelling errors I've missed in my first proofread as well as added in some more stuff I've thought of.