Prologue: The Price of peace

The night on Hosnian Prime was seemingly calm despite the flood of noise from the countless speeders and ships busting through the behemoth skyscrapers decorating the surface of the planet. Luke Skywalker eased himself against the padded seat of his speeder transport. The blue ship whistling through the sea of lights bursting from building after building.

The aging Jedi Grand Master tried to relax with the wind breezing against his worn face and graying hair. His long hair and beard flowing well with the wind as he gazed at a pair of holograms projected by a white and blue astromech droid.

A red-haired woman and a blonde teenage boy appearing as holograms before him.

"Let's see it then." Luke giving an anxious smile. The teenager's excitement traversing through the projection as he ignited a blue lightsaber and held it out proudly to the Jedi master.

"Very impressive Ben, I'm sorry I couldn't be there to see your trials."

"It wasn't all that impressive my love. Jaina performed far more exemplary in my opinion." The woman presenting a very amused smile. Sitting beside Luke was a young woman with fair skin, deep brown eyes, and long dark brown hair.

Her face adorned with a number of battle scars and a black flight-like suit on her body with a lightsaber on her side. The young woman looked equally amused hearing this as she piloted the speeder, the teenager glaring at the other woman in frustration.

"Always grateful of your support mother."

"That explains your ego." Another voice said as Jaina turned to a hologram projected in front of her. The projection was of a man wearing an officer's uniform with fair skin, green eyes, closely trimmed black hair and scar over his right eye.

"Watch what you say, Colonel Fel, the force can do terrible things to a mind. Who knows what I could make you believe." Jaina giving him an almost evil smile.

"Perhaps on the weak minded Solo." The man looking less than convinced. Jaina's expression persisted.

"It's like my aunt said, my powers are beyond what's expected. For your sake, I hope you respect that my dear Jagged." His smile nearly broke Jaina into laughter as she tried to control herself.

"I'll keep that in mind, best of luck with your planning tonight. Force knows my men and I could use relief, the empire's been pushing us back mile by mile for weeks now." Jaina's excitement turning to genuine concern as she saw the battle-weary expression on the young man's face.

"Don't get yourself killed, we're going to end this war, soon."

"If anyone can pull it off, it's my former student and beloved husband, may the force be with you both." The woman said before the holograms vanished. Jaina sighed while looking out at the vast city around them.

Holographic images of republic soldiers fighting beside Jedi against armies of sith and their armored soldiers in heroic manners flooding the senses of the people across the planet.

"Aunt Mara certainly has faith in me. I hope it's well placed." Luke smiled as he stroked Artoo.

"You were her favorite student, and my wife isn't easily impressed." Jaina returning her uncle's smile.

The sky above them soon cast a shadow as they flew under a mediator class Mon Calamari cruiser in orbit surrounded by several Viscount Star Defenders. The speeder approached a fortified tower armed with a dozen turrets and twice as many landing platforms.

Luke's speeder landed on the highest pad where they saw three other speeders already parked.

"Alright bring us down gently!" Luke nearly yelped as Jaina slammed their speeder hard into the pad. The Landing nearly knocking one of the parked speeders over the edge as Artoo screeched.

"Come on uncle, we needn't keep the others waiting!" Jaina sang as she jumped out of the speeders with Luke shaking.

"Another happy landing." Luke and his trusted Astromech droid joined his niece as they approached a squad of blue armored men waiting for them.

"Grandmaster Skywalker, at last, you've arrived. The other's are awaiting you." The Advozse guard captain said as he waved them over.

"Lead on, captain." Luke said as they were lead inside. The building interior was adorned in luxury and excess. Luke and Jaina gazing at the fine marble and rugs across the pathway with gold lined paintings and holo-images.

Luke saw the cautiously optimistic gazes from the well-dressed republic officials and high-ranked military officers they passed on the way to a guarded office. Two more of the blue armored guards stood at outside and quickly came to attention upon seeing the Jedi and guard captain approach.

"They await you inside, we all look forward to the results." The alien captain speaking with eager optimism across his face. Despite all this optimism Luke and Jaina only felt more pressure among inside them like a dam holding back more and more water.

The doors slowly opened revealing a finished office adorned in blue colors and the glamor of the halls. A series of chairs were set up around a large desk before a pair of windows overlooking the city around them.

Six other Jedi sat in these chairs with a Nautolan woman behind the desk adorned in a white dress.

"Forgive our tardiness, traffic was a bit thick." Jaina said as she and Luke entered the chamber and gazed at those around them.

"You're just in time Grandmaster, please sit." The two Jedi sat in the empty red-furnished chairs. They sat directly across from a Jedi master Luke's age with a balding head of gray hair and a young man Jaina's age with brown eyes/hair.

The young man wore a set of armor not all that different from the armor worn by the republic guards only white with a robe like cape around it. The two Jedi glancing heavily at Luke and Jaina across from them.

In the other seats were a Torgruta woman and a younger human man with dark skin wearing brown cloaked robed. Across from them a man a few years younger than Luke with green eyes and thick brown hair with a goatee.

He wore a green armored robe much like the young man with another younger man beside him. This young man wearing the same armor with long brown hair and brown eyes.

"Now that we've all arrived, we may discuss our plans." The Nautolan woman clasping her fingers with subtle anxiety across her face.

"It's true then, Thrawn destroyed our fleet over Hoth. The Star of Freedom is lost supreme chancellor Derra." The Jedi across from Luke inquired.

"Despite our efforts to keep it a secret, our experimental super-cruiser was destroyed, master Hamner." Derra shaking her head as if she were about to cry.

"Tragic, truly." The young man beside him closing his hands around his mouth.

"Such is the result of hubris weapons supreme chancellor." The torgruta master placing her hands on her upper legs.

"We know why we're here. That ship was our best hope of halting the Empire's advance. Support for the war continues to deteriorate. Some in the Senate suggest outright surrender." Derra carefully gazing at the Jedi around her.

"Certainly you won't allow this to happen!" The young man beside Hamner nearly shouted as his master held him in his seat. The chancellor's gaze held certain fatigue as she clasped her hands together.

"Never, but I am only a chancellor, the will of the Senate will succeed in the end. This war has dragged on for years. Despite many heroic victories the Empire continues to route our armies and gain more ground. Something must be done now or never."

Luke sighed.

"You're right, we have no choice. Our only option is a drastic measure." Luke's face nearly collapsing in on itself as he forced the words out.

"An assassination of the Sith Emperor."

The Torgruta woman and her companion seemed almost disgusted by this idea while the Jedi across from Luke seemed optimistic. The younger green Jedi seeming equally optimistic.

"Exactly what must be done." Master Horn's companion nearly raising his fist.

"Easy Jacen, we shouldn't rush right into this. It's no simple task." Jaina raising her own hand at him. Jacen returning her anxious gaze.

"Perhaps but together the Jedi Coalition can pull this off."

"Calm yourself Cerik." The master green Jedi said in an almost annoyed manner looking at his younger Jedi.

"The Keepers of Wisdom do not support this course of action. This is the philosophy of our enemies, we do not defeat them by becoming them." The Torgruta woman protested fiercely with her stalwart gaze.

"Master Zoros, bringing justice to our enemy is not murder as the Sith conduct. We are righteous in our goals. The death of the Sith Emperor will bring chaos to the empire and lead us to victory, peace. The Knights of the Republic support this course." Master Hamner rising to his feet, Jacen smiling as his master did so.

Luke and Jaina seemed less than optimistic but slowly sighed.

"The Jedi Praxeum agrees."

"Master we should agree as well." Cerik sounding nearly giddish manner. Horn almost glaring back at him.

"You've been away from Correllia so long you hardly resemble a green Jedi Cerik. But we agree." Derra nodded.

"A majority then. We assassinate the Sith Emperor. This will be no easy task, but I'm confident we can find a way to accomplish this task."

In orbit, a Mon Calamari woman stood at the bridge of the Mediator class capital ship. The alien woman spoke with a protocol droid holding a datapad.

The crew around them monitoring the countless ships entering and exiting the planet. Each ship inspected by a few A-wings as they moved through the fleet.

The Admiral paid little mind to this until a twi'lek Lieutenant rushed over to her with a feverish face.

"Admiral Ackbar! Admiral Ackbar, we have hyperspace activity detected!" The Admiral's head shot like a blaster to her Lieutenant as she gazed through the glass. However, she saw nothing.

"They're on the edge of the system ma'am, our long-range scanners picked them up." The Calimari tried to ease herself with a deep breath. Many on the bridge turning to her.

"Sound the alarm, I want the planetary defenses ready, Ion Cannons and the planetary shield."

"Yes, Admiral!" The New Republic fleet scrambled, each ship deploying all of its fighters while the civilian vessels frantically flew towards the planet.

"Keep the shield open long enough for those ships to get inside."

Onboard another ship stood an Imperial officer in a white uniform. On his shoulders a pair of blue epaulets. The man was middle-aged with slightly dark skin, dark brown hair well groomed and thick. His eyes matching his hair in color.

The man tried to ease his breathing as he stared at four cargo hauling freighters slowly moving forward with tow cables attached to his own ship.

"Approaching enemy fleet now sir."

The Imperial crewmen around him each trying to remain at ease upon seeing the massive Republic Blockade before them. The man kept his hands clasped tightly behind his back.

"Time to see if those adegan crystals were worth all the trouble." He whispered to himself.

As the minutes passed, their ship was lead through the blockade unmolsted. A temporary relief flowing through the helmsmen.

"Sir enemy shield has been raised. The Dark Blade and Tukata Fang are in position." The officer nodded while giving a hand signal. The tow cables detached, allowing the frieghters to move on.

"Deploy probe droids." The officer patiently waiting as a dozen probe droids carefully moved through space above Hosnian prime. Two of the droids moving down to the planet's surface.

Each moment was unnerving to the officer, but he managed to maintain his angst. Still, it felt like an eternity waiting where they were.

"Sir, the droids have collected the necessary data."

"Excellent, patch him through and make sure we use the undetectable frequency."

The ensign nodded as she carefully set the frequency on their com channel. Within moments a hologram appeared of a Chiss man. The man appeared to be older than the human officer, though he wore the same uniform only with golden epaulets.

"Grand Admiral Thrawn we're in position and the data has been sent to your flagship." A fulfilled smile appeared across the Chiss's face with his hands behind his back.

"Outstanding work Vice Admiral Vanto, we're entering hyperspace now."

Admiral Vanto took a deep breath while relaxing his hands.

"Activate gravity well generators!"

Admiral Ackbar stood before a hologram of another Republic Admiral.

"My ships are on their way, Rogue Squadron and Sixth Fleet will drive the Imperials out. They're fools to attack this deep into our space."

"May the force be with your admiral Antilles, we're inside the planetary shield so there's no way they can-"

"Admiral we're detecting gravity well generators inside the shield!" The Mon Calimari's head nearly leaving her body upon turning to her crewman.

"What? Explain!"

"Our scopes just picked them up, two interdictor class cruisers and an interdictor class star destroyer are inside the shields!"

"Impossible!" The admiral now shaking as she saw the three ships behind their blockade.

"What game are they playing, contact the ground defenses, tell the ion cannons to-" The admiral's speech cut off upon seeing a series of turbolaser blasts unleash from the three ships down onto the planet's surface. The blasts followed by wings of starfighters moving to the surface.

"Ma'am the ion cannons were just hit and destroyed!" The calimari's frustration crawling through her skin.

"Move us into position and-"

"Hyperspace activity detected, the enemy fleet is approaching."

"Hmp, let them come, our shields are up so they-" Ackbar's heart stopped as she saw the imperial fleet emerged directly in front of the blockade. The fleet appearing inside the shield. The fleet consisted of seven Resurgent class Star Destroyers backed up by a dozen Dreadnaught-class heavy cruisers and other support ships.

Each ship in a specific position to counter the Republic ships. Onboard the lead Star Destroyer, Thrawn watched calmly as his fighters swarmed over the defensive fleet. The snub fighters moving in synch with a maelstrom of turbo laser blasts that came forward like a tidal wave.

Thrawn's demeanor remaining calm and collective as he watched the Republic vessels burn up.

"The way is clear, send forth the ground force."

Luke and the other Jedi sensed a great disturbance that nearly made each Jedi jump to their feet.

"What's happening?!" Derra nearly shrieked upon seeing the angst take the Jedi around her. All in the chamber gazed out the windows as they saw the burning hulls of the Republic defensive fleet as they hurdled down upon the city below.

The flaming debris tearing through the buildings and countless speeders in their paths. Cries of terror from the people on the streets flooded the city as the debris were followed by swarms of tie defenders. The spinning fighters assisting the falling debris as they tore through the still standing buildings.

Any republic fighter or craft that dare challenge them was blown from the sky as dozens of transports followed their protectors.

"The empire is here! How!" The chancellor nearly fainting as her anxiety tore through her face.

"Chancellor we must get you out of here." Jacen said taking her hand as the Jedi made their way towards the door. However, their path was discouraged by the sounds of blaster fire. Jaina opened the door and witnessed more horror before them.

The officials and guards in the hall were being systematically gunned down with brutal efficient by a squad of stormtroopers as they moved through the halls. The stormtrooper's adorned in white armor with a black under-suit visible particularly in the abdomen.

The stormtroopers' armor was quite efficient the sigil of their empire adorned on their shoulder plates beside black containers. Their helmets having a thin black visor and black areas around the cheek with black mouth areas covering the chin and nose.

The Advozse captain moved with desperate ferocity to organize a defense, but the stormtroopers pushed forward with brutal determination. One by one the guards were shot down until the captain himself was taken by their fire.

Jaina tightened the grip on her lightsaber as she eased her breath.

"Prepare yourselves." She said before realizing the other's attention was back at the window. Jaina soon realizing why their attention was brought there as an imperial shuttle descended upon the glass.

The Jedi leaped away as Luke and Jacen used the force to keep the debris away from their companions. Despite this, the burst of dust and debris nearly blinded them as several began to cough violently.

As Jaina's eyes opened again she saw the shuttle's ramp slowly lower as six figure's emerged. The first was a booming human with pale white skin. The man towered with a height of over six feet tall and beaming yellow eyes. The skin around his face nearly cracking with his smile held by a thick set of black armor around his body and a black cape.

Behind him followed another pair of humans, one man, and one woman. Both with pale skin and black hair.

The humans were followed by three other figures. The first was a humanoid alien with blood red skin. A beard-like tendril extruding from his skin as his yellow eyes and dark complexion sent a shiver down the spines of the Jedi inside.

The truth Sith adorned in a blue and gold colored battle robe work armored shoulders and chest plates surrounded by a robe that extended down to his feet.

The next figure was another true sith, this one being a slimmer man with a hooded black and red robe with extruding shoulders along the robe and a lightsaber staff in hand.

The sixth and final figure came out in more armor than any of the others. The black armor designed to conform naturally to his body with a rounded belt and red shoulder plates that curved around the shoulders. Four spikes extruding from the tops of the shoulders and a red hood covering a helmet/mask. The mask holding a black visor in an overall design not all that different from Revan's mask.

This Sith took the lead as he drew his lightsaber and sent more fear through the Jedi as they saw the blade ignite in a more blade-like shape than a normal lightsaber. The blade itself curving at the end and glowing black with a violet aura around it.

The true with beside him ignited their violet lightsabers while the human sith revealed red lightsabers. The largest of the sith looking giddish beyond any of the others as he motioned towards the Jedi. Each of them igniting their own lightsabers to face the sith as the chancellor hid behind Hamner. Trembling all the while.

No words were spoken, the two parties simply began their fierce melee. Luke's green saber met the violet saber of the blue armored true Sith. Luke's Djem So form meeting the Juyo form of the Sith as his powerful blows were countered well. Despite this, the Grandmaster was unable to gain an opening that would give him an edge.

Occasionally the Sith would let loose a stream of violet colored force lightning towards Luke. But the Jedi master easily redirected it back at the sith. Each countered blast forcing the true sith back to the defensive.

Jaina and Jacen battled the sith siblings in a fierce duel. Each sibling pair working in synch with the other as they tried to counter the lightsaber strikes. Jacen and Jaina taking turns using their sabers to take the attention of the sith while the other attempted to bear down on their foes with the force itself.

At first, this strategy seemed to be working as the sith were slowly pushed back. The Torgruta Jedi master entered the hallway as she saw a squad of stormtroopers surround her. The soldiers gave her no reprieve as their blaster bolts descended upon the alien.

Showing no fear, the Togruta deflected each bolt with her yellow lightsaber. The alien's body glowing with the aura of the force itself as her offhand guided a series of debris into two of the troopers. The Torgruta followed this with a swift telekinetic blast into three of the remaining troopers to her front. The blast sending the men hurling away like paper in the wind.

"Chancellor" Derra began before watching in horror as the true Sith with a lightsaber staff spun his saber around to decapitate the Jedi that had come with her. The sith now gazed at the master with satisfaction. Raising his offhand to send more lightning her way until the Jedi directed it to the sides.

Artoo chirped in fright as he saw Hamner and the green Jedi fight the remaining two sith. The two warriors keeping both sets of Jedi on edge as they did so. The droid saw the frightened chancellor hide behind her now displaced desk with her body trembling.

His audio senses picking up blaster fire from floors all over the building. Wanting to help Artoo plugged into the nearest terminal and began strategically controlling various security doors. Artoo's actions slowing down and halting the advance of multiple stormtrooper squads. Thus allowing the safe retreat of many republic guards.

The sith woman fighting Jaina projected two large debris pieces at her does, but Jacen slashed them in half. The Jedi Knight then redirecting them back into the ground. With the sith distracted, Jaina leaped over her brother and came down, her violet lightsaber cutting deep through the red armor of the sith man.

The woman gasped as she held her brother up in her arms. The young man reaching for her face before his passing.

"Haaaaaah!" The sith warrior roared in a fiery rage. She took her fallen brother's saber and began a furious rampage against the Jedi siblings. Each of her strikes carrying her hatred in physical form.

The largest sith man dueled the green Jedi, his saber dancing around theirs in an aggressive Ataru form. His movements nearly acrobatic despite his size and each carrying a powerful telekinetic impact behind them.

Horn and Cerik did their best, but this sith's power was awe-inspiring. With a thrust of his arms to the side, the Jedi were slid across the floor. However, they both remained on their feet. Cerik lifted up a portion of the broken wall and sent it at the sith.

He attempted to send it back with a charge of blue force lightning, however, Horn backed up his companion with a telekinetic blast that sent the debris hard into the chest of the sith.

Upon seeing this, the true sith assassin facing the Torgruta vanished from thin air. Reappearing moments later behind the green Jedi with the retribution of violet force lightning into their backs.

Jaina and Jacen both held the sabers of the remaining sith sibling in place. Her fury now escaping her mouth in the form of a force scream. The power of the blow making Jaina stumble backward. Jacen managed to remain firm and trap the warrior in place with his force stasis.

With his blue saber ready, Jacen slid it alongside the warriors now free sabers and burned through her abdomen as she tried to continue the attack. With the warrior dead, Jacen flung himself towards master Hamner.

The lead warrior had nearly broken the Jedi master with the power of his attacks. Each of Hamner's strokes nearly shattered upon the strength of the sith's Soresu defense. His counter blows hitting the human with the impact of a charging vehicle.

Hamner felt his bones ache with each strike of the lightsaber. His telekinetic abilities drown out by the Sith's own power. As Hamner got lifted back through the doors by the warrior's push, Jacen quickly put himself between his master and the sith.

Despite his ferocity, the Jedi felt his lightsaber get carried away by the sith's blows. Sweat beginning to stain his armor as he felt the heat of the sith's lightsaber slowly move closer and closer to his head.

Hamner directed a storm of projectiles into the sith, each blow striking him and forcing his attention to the Jedi. Jacen was lifted up in a force choke before sent flying by the Sith's force scream. When returning to the Jedi master, the sith projected red force lightning into the metal, sending them back only to be carried away by Hamner.

Both Jedi now began to attack in synch, both wielding the acrobatic Ataru form in a controlled but still aggressive manner. The Sith Warrior was forced into a pure Soresu form. His lightsaber managing to keep both Jedi at bay, but he could found no further progress could be made.

Jacen and Hamner grew optimistic in their efforts. That was until they sensed the dark side flow around the Sith like a raging storm. His eyes began to glow red from behind his mask. A glowing red aura of the dark side forming around his armor.

The sheer power of his strikes now magnifying. Both Jedi nearly sent flying by each stroke of his saber, which could now match both Jedi with such speed it kept both on the defense.

The display of power soon backed up by a telekinetic pulse amplified by red force lightning. Jacen and Hamner were racked in pain while held against the wall.

Jaina was about to join the green Jedi when the hulking sith man charged through the air to her location. His lightsaber blows nearly taking the young woman off her feet with each strike. Jaina's intense expression clashing with the sith's nearly sadistic smile. His yellow eyes piercing deep into her soul.

As Jaina held his saber back, she reached for the walls and projected a large piece of metal into his back. The sith grunted but retained his stance, coming back with a backhand across Jaina's face that sent blood across the floor as the young woman tumbled onto the ground with her vision growing blurry.

The Sith brought his saber forward to hurl at Jaina. His satisfaction was stolen by Jacen's counter-attack. The Jedi knight kept pace with the Sith, matching him blow for blow until their blasts created the same results. Both combatants pushed away from each other.

As the Sith prepared to attack again, he was lifted off his feet by another telekinetic blow. Jaina breathed deeply as she faced the sith again. The sith slowly moved towards her despite the continued flow of her power. Jaina raised both hands together and projected her force like a bomb that carried the sith into the shuttle, caving him through the metal.

Jaina nearly collapsed as Jacen rushed to her aid. Hamner now trembling as the assault of the sith broke him down piece by piece. With a final bash of his saber, the sith sent Hamner's lightsaber flying as his hand shattered.

Jacen was able to witness just in time as the Sith warrior stabbed Hamner through the chest without mercy. Jacen unable to even speak before he and Jaina were sent into the wall by the Sith's power.

Derra made a mad dash for the door but was caught by the sith and lifted up. Luke's eyes widening as he sent his foe back and tried to reach the chancellor. His ears assaulted by her blood-curdling screams and the cracking her bones.

Luke lifted the sith warrior up and hurled him across the room beside his companion. The sith warrior shook his head before rising up with the blue armored true Sith. The assassin appeared beside the others including the now wounded warrior Jaina had blasted.

His face scarred and his throat nearly torn open as blood poured out. Terror and anguish decorating his face as he desperately tried to hold his neck. The true sith in blue gazed at the sith and delivered a satisfied smile upon seeing his companion's pain and lament.

The Jedi all faced their opponents but were taken back when the Sith lowered their weapons.

"Jedi, now that our primary objective is complete we can begin with pleasantries." The sith warrior said. His voice intimidating in its pitch and ruthless in its demeanor. He lowered his hood and removed his helmet, revealing he too was a true Sith. His skin a darker shade of red, looking more maroon. His hair a deep black and well groomed while being thicker on top than on the sides.

The yellow in his eyes almost illuminating the scars across his face. Under his chin rested a pair of claw-like appendages while the sides of his mouth housed four tendrils.

"Allow me to introduce ourselves, this is Darth Ikoral." The lead Sith pointing to his companion in blue armor who crossed his arms.

"Jedi."

"Lord Chaldus." The assassin's smile nearly driving the Jedi to aggression as he respectfully bowed.

"And Lord Malgus." Jaina and Jacen staring deeply at the bleeding sith as a pair of stormtrooper medics rushed from the shuttle and began applying first aid to him.

"I am Darth Malice, I have come on behalf of the emperor to make an offer to the republic."

"And offer?" Luke asked with his saber still held out.

"Indeed, for peace."

Chapter 1: Apprentice

The tension was thick enough to cut in the office of Darth Baras. The portly sith lord pacing back and forth before his desk as two young men stood before him. Both adorned in the red and grey light armor of Sith acolytes with small shoulder plats and black trousers.

Both stood with their hands behind their backs and tried to remain calm despite the pressure of everything around them. The first was a human with several scars across his face. The young man's fair skin joined by reddish hair cut nearly to the scalp. His face attempting to mask the angst inside him as it nearly burst out like a flood of water.

Beside him was a true Sith. His red skin more of maroon along with deep black that was thicker on top than on the sides. The yellow in his eyes almost illuminating the scars across his face. Under his chin rested a pair of claw-like appendages while the sides of his mouth housed four tendrils. He stood exactly six feet tall with a muscular frame to him.

The true sith seemed calmer on the surface but his left hand slowly balled up several times as he attempted to ease his breathing. Both young men appeared to be in their mid to early twenties and carried a sword-like weapon on their backs.

Darth Baras's black and grey robes concealed his excess body while the gray mask over his face presented a frightening face to the men watching him pace. Each almost ready to jump when he spoke.

"As difficult as this decision is, the answer is clear. Lycra, I am removing you from your position." The human nearly dropped to the ground as disbelief and panic filled his brow.

"My lord! I have devoted everything to you! I have worked harder than any student in the academy, far more than him!" The human was nearly ready to strike the true sith with just his eyes.

"Perhaps, and you have proven yourself powerful. However, despite all of your efforts, I can sense the potential in this one. He will become more powerful than you ever will." Lycra's face burned with a fury as the true sith gave only a satisfied smile.

"Your skills will still serve the empire, you shall report to Lord Dramus with the others passed over for apprenticeship. You will serve as a sith warrior fighting beside our soldiers, perhaps someday a lord may accept you until then your destiny is simply that of a warrior."

"You've made a mistake! I swear you'll regret this!" Lycra's words were cut off as he held his throat, Baras holding his hand out while the acolyte tried to breath.

"There are worse fates Lycra, don't forget that." Baras dropped the young man as he coughed. His hatred persisting as he looked back at the true with one more time upon departing.

"Draikor, despite the mistakes made by yourself and your overseer, you have proven every bit as powerful as I'd expect. Your father retook this academy from the republic, your brother and sister left as perhaps its most gifted students. It delights me to see such a proud heritage preserved." The Sith lord's words nearly made Draikor's excitement wither.

His fists tightened and his face stiffened in an attempt to hold back his frustration from surfacing.

"I am Sith my lord, I look forward to learning from one as prestigious as you."

"Hmmm, indeed." The large sith sat behind his desk while clasping his hands together. Despite his mask, Draikor could see Baras still looking him over well.

"Your teachers claim you excel at all of your martial skills and force powers."

"My father taught me well, as did my instructors here."

"You were given the best instructions." Baras's tone sent some anxiety through Draikor's body as he saw Baras's fingers slowly tap together.

"Lycra wasn't completely wrong, your powers are great, but have you earned your worth?"

"I recovered my blade from those scavengers, I slaughtered the corrupted Tukata." Draikor almost stepped forward to defend himself but caught himself before he could motion aggressively at Baras.

"True, but your foolish overseer set those up for you. Your skills are true, but you haven't earned my respect yet. Thus as it is, I must see a final test completed before I accept you as my apprentice."

Draikor stood tall with a confident expression as he could present to Darth Baras.

"No test can frighten me. I will bring you the heads of each Jedi grandmaster if need be." Baras looked amused by Draikor's response. The true sith able to hear a slight chuckle behind Baras's mask.

"Well, I have another test in mind, one you can complete here. Korriban may be the home of the sith, but only in recent times did we reclaim it. Thousands of years ago disciples of our empire took it as their own. Revan and Malak used this world to turn their dark Jedi into sith disciples, inside the tomb of Naga Shada they hid lightsabers constructed in the sith art. You still lack a lightsaber, you will enter the tomb and retrieve this lightsaber."

Draikor smiled, his apprenticeship and his first lightsaber soon awaited him.

"Do not take this task lightly, the tomb of Naga Shada is the most dangerous place on Korriban. Foul creatures corrupted by the dark side, failed students driven mad by its power, and other abominations. It will truly test your strength."

"I am ready."

"Good, however, the lightsaber will not be your only objective. As it happens there is something else I seek in the tomb." Baras's fingers interlocked each other.

"Darth Malak was said to have hidden a Holocron containing details of his search for Rakatan relics. Such things are of great interest to me. However, this Holocron is protected by a security field we've been unable to crack so far. Luckily I have had an odd stroke of luck." Draikor's interest returned as Baras stood up again.

"Recently a smuggler attempted to breathe the tomb and steal the Holocron before she was discovered. Somehow she had breached the security. If she did so before she can do so again. Take her with you to breach the security." Draikor didn't seem annoyed, but more concerned as he slit his thumb across his fingers.

"She could become a liability inside the tomb."

"I don't care, I want that Holocron and you will bring it to me." Draikor took a deep breath and respectfully bowed.

"I will return with the lightsaber and Holocron."

"Good, and should you fail. I always have Lycra." Draikor turned away to conceal his frustration and rage.

The true sith slowly made his ways through the gray halls of the sith academy. The imperial banners decorated the halls as Draikor passed many fellow acolytes.

The young men and women in the halls chatting or walking to various rooms where sith overseers conducted their lessons. Draikor passed the red-cloaked and armored honor guards of their emperor as he made his way towards the brig.

Draikor could hear the various conversations going on around from the many acolytes and instructors within the academy. The eerie silence from the honor guards almost put Draikor at ease. The dark side surrounded the academy like a deep ocean.

Draikor hoped that this would put him at ease, but it failed to do so. The thought of losing his apprenticeship, or perhaps perishing within the tomb. The angst only compounded as he passed by a number of holo projections displaying sith heroes of their empire.

Each display showing the name of the sith below them. Darth Malgus, Darth Lecineous, Lord Artho, Darth Malice. Draikor stared at the last projection for almost a minute. He stared in a longing fashion before exhaling.

"Focus, you must focus." Draikor slowly entered the brig where he saw a number of weary prisoners trapped behind projected cell walls. A sith overseer stood in front of a cell at the end containing a twi'lek woman.

The woman was young like Draikor with dark red skin, not all that different from Draikor's skin. Her eyes were a lighter shade of red than her skin, but her most distinctive feature was a series of black tattoo-like markings across her face and lekku.

The twi'lek was relatively slender in her body's shape and stood several inches shorter than Draikor. A green and black smuggler-esk suit covering her body and a slave collar around her neck.

"I swear I hear one more chirp out of you filthy alien!" The human-sith jailor nearly snarled with his frustration. However, the twi'lek gave a defiant smile.

"Chirp, chirp, chirp." The jailor took out a small trigger and pressed it. The twi'lek woman yelping as a mild burst of electricity ran through her.

"Ha, you like that!"

"Chirp!" She shouted defiantly as the jailor furiously raised the voltage. Draikor couldn't help but smile at the young woman's defiance.

"Annoying alien. When is that damn acolyte coming!?"

"Is that how you speak to a true sith human." Draikor said with his voice nearly jumping he jailor.

"You're here! My apologies, Darth Baras gave me instructions to hand this one over to you."

"Finally get to stretch the legs, this place is very boring and smelly, particularly when baldy is here."

"Insolent alien!" The jailor attempted to shock her but felt the trigger get pulled from his hand. Draikor caught the trigger and placed it in his supply satchel.

"I need her conscious." The jailor shaking his head before he opened the cell with unmatched reluctance. The twi'lek stretched her arms and slowly walked out beside Draikor, the two watching each other closely.

The twi'lek noticed Draikor's eyes wander towards every part of her.

"Don't get any twisted ideas in that sith head of yours." The jailer reached for his lightsaber only for Draikor to shake his head.

"I'm Vette by the way."

"Draikor. Soon to be the apprentice to Darth Baras." Draikor trying to sound proud as he spoke.

"Soon to be, very impressive."

"Acolyte you don't need her tongue for this job." Draikor couldn't help but find amusement in the twi'lek's sarcasm.

"Let's go." Draikor led Vette through the academy. Draikor noticing many stares launched at them from various acolytes and even instructors.

"I'd keep quiet here, the others may not find your words as amusing." Vette noticed a particularly daunting gaze from a true sith lord. His light red skin matching his eyes as he sent a shudder through Vette's bones.

"Right." Vette keeping herself closer to Draikor as they walked. Eventually, the two exited the academy and looked out at the red desert valley around them.

Vette covering her eyes from the returned sunlight.

"Sheez, spend a few days in a cell and your eyes hate sunlight." Draikor looked up at the fleet of resurgent capital ships in low orbit. For a moment he imagined himself at the head of a fleet so grand. His eyes wandering around to the stormtroopers standing on sentry duty outside the pyramid-like temple as he imagined a proper army at his command.

His fist tightened while he exhaled trying to focus himself.

"I assume you remember your way around the tomb?"

"Oh yeah, no worries." Vette's sarcasm failing to mask her angst. The two made their way through the sand and towards the entrance to Naga Shada's tomb. Draikor felt the chilling aura of the dark side swarm over the tomb's entrance. A small bust of the ancient sith lord built into the top of the doorway.

Three stormtroopers stood guard in front of the tomb. Their armor like the others colored in a red desert pattern to make them blend in more.

"Acolyte this tomb is off limits." The sergeant said in a stern tone.

"I'm here on the business of Darth Baras."

"Ahh yes, he informed us you were coming. Wait, that's the alien smuggler my men arrested the other day!" The sergeant nearly fuming through her armor as she reached for her sidearm.

"Awww you remember me." Vette clasping her hands together.

"Acolyte, she."

"Is required." The sergeant venting her frustration even through her helmet.

"Hey, so that tomb is full of pretty nasty and dangerous things. Not that you aren't perfectly capable of handling them, but I'd feel better if I was, you know armed."

Draikor smiled.

"I'll bet you would. I also imagine you'd put a blaster bolt in my back the first chance you got."

"I could, but then your bucket heads here would shoot as soon as they saw me come out without you. In case you didn't know, there isn't any other way out of this tomb. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been caught."

Draikor looked back at the sergeant who nearly stepped backward.

"You cannot be serious, acolyte."

"Arm her, now." Draikor's voice carrying a certain fire to it that was felt by both Vette and the stormtroopers. The sergeant slowly waved at her men as they took out their sidearms and handed them to the twi'lek.

Vette twirled around the pistols in an eager fashion before Draikor's gaze brought them back to her holsters.

"Thanks."

"Best of luck acolyte, be wary of anyone you see in there as they have already gone mad.

"I fear nothing in this tomb." Draikor's smile earning a shake of disapproval from Vette's head.

"Yeah well, I do."

The stormtroopers made way for the two as they slowly entered the cold tomb. Draikor could feel the power of the dark side manifest itself even stronger. So much Draikor felt almost overwhelmed. As if there were voices in his head trying to pry at his defenses. Convince him to act in a certain way.

Draikor immediately grabbed his war sword and held it out. Vette noticing this with some anxiety.

"Be ready." The twi'lek drawing her pistols. The walls of the tomb were of blue stone lit by glowing gemstones. Along the walls were weathered statues of ancient Sith.

Draikor admired these statues for a moment while Vette remained close. The sith nearly started by the twi'lek woman's yelps. He raised his blade only to see what had frightened her.

A trio of corpses were picked apart by shyrack, the winged scavengers causing some disgust in Vette. Draikor gazed at the bodies and recognized them as acolytes two being human while the third was a rattataki. Draikor recognized the rattataki as one of overseer Tremel's alien students he had pushed so hard for despite the push back from the others.

"Ashamed, Tremel will be so disappointed."

The two were ready to move on when they heard the flaps of the shyrack and some screeches. Draikor turned when the screeches turned to snarls. Five tukata rushed down the corridors towards them. Vette wasting time to draw her pistols and spray the beasts with fire.

The blasts hit the heads of two tukata, but it only brought heir pace down. The first beast leaped up at Draikor, the sith's war blade stabbing forward through the beast's mouth. Draikor was weighed down for a moment, two more beasts came at his flanks.

Draikor kept one back with the force and in the same motion brought his blade through the head of the next Tukata. Vette kept up her fire on the two she had already wounded, managing to bring them down.

Her excitement was dashed by the snarl of the last tukata as it nearly clawed her stomach. Just managing to rip part of her jacket. Draikor's slash nearly sent the tukata flying into the wall. Draikor savored the feeling of his kill as it felt his passion fuel his power.

"That was close, better check to see if I still have all my parts." Vette said feeling herself over.

The two slowly continued through the tomb, Draikor noticing Vette eyeball a number of old vases and containers lining the sides. Each time she was tempted to check them out, Draikor's face brought her back to his side.

Each step they took only increased the presence of the foreign dark influence Draikor felt. It was enough to keep him on edge as he held his blade tightly.

"Alright, we should be getting close. The switch was behind some statue."

"Excellent."

"So, uh, what exactly happens to me after this is ov-" Vette began until Draikor held a hand to her face. He carefully looked around and listened. Vette soon realized what he was on about as she heard several muttering voices.

Draikor carefully led Vette forward and into the next section of the tomb where they saw a larger statue against a wall. Around the statue were five figures. Two sith acolytes and three excavation guards in red uniforms with blasters.

The humans were pacing around while muttering nonsense, their faces marred by violet corruption almost making them look older and terrified. Draikor feeling the presence of the tomb overwhelming their very beings.

"Well, they certainly look friendly don't they." Draikor slowly approached.

"Kill them."

"No arguments here." Before the first guard could even react, Draikor leaped through the air with the aid of the force. His blade shimmered in delight as it cleaved through the torso of the crazed guard, causing the top half of his body to fall down.

The first crazed acolyte drew her training saber and furiously slashed at Draikor. Each of her blows caught by his soresu defense. However, the second crazed acolyte waled in a terrified manner with a stream of blue lightning soaring at Draikor.

The lightning sent a sharp pain through Draikor's body. His teeth clenching against each other like a set of blast doors. His hold of the first acolyte's blade unable to make any headway as the lightning kept at him.

Vette ducked and weaved from the sporadic fire from the two crazed guards. Their aim was thrown off by the dark side's corruption in their minds. Vette narrowly avoided their fire but was able to take careful aim. With a single blast from both pistols, she struck the first guard in the head and chest.

The moment he went down the other guard hurled a thermal detonator Vette's way. The twi'lek nearly jumping out of the blast radius. Unfortunately, the blast shook the ground and made Vette trip over herself.

The crazed guard began a mad dash at Vette. The twi'lek pulling herself behind a fallen statue as blasts bolts raked its side.

Waiting for the right moment, Vette jumped up with a barrage of rapid fire. The bolts spraying around the guard with three finding their mark on his chest.

Draikor continued to endure the force-lightning until he was able to reach out with his offhand. The crazed acolyte's hands were forced shut by Draikor's grip. With his strength returned, the sith was able to push the first Acolyte away and then leap to the second.

The mad acolyte attempted to bring his blade up, yet Draikor's impact carried it aside. The true sith acolyte stabbing deep through the mad acolyte's stomach. Upon feeling the convulsion of the acolyte, Draikor felt strangely off-put seeing the acolyte's mind return just before he died.

Draikor found himself snapped back to reality when he heard the mad screams of the first acolyte. As she leaped through the air at him, Draikor projected the fallen acolyte's blade into her chest. She hit the ground hard and continued screaming for another few moments.

"Alright, I say we get this done before we go crazy like them. Uhh, Sithy?" Vette confused as she saw Draikor stare at the fallen acolytes.

"Uhh, are you alright?"

"Sith acolyte's should not die this way. Their minds not their own, it isn't right."

"Yeah well, I'm sure they're in a better place now." Vette said as she climbed over the statue and revealed an ancient panel.

"Hold on give me a minute and I'll have the vault open in the chamber where this Holocron is."

"Good, I'll ensure you aren't interrupted." Draikor now carefully keeping watch around the tomb for more beasts. He occasionally glanced back at Vette as she worked.

Draikor couldn't help but smile thinking about what was soon to come. He would have his lightsaber and become the apprentice to one of the most influential sith in the entire empire. Where he could go and what he could do were almost limitless.

His excitement soon began to lessen when he felt the aura of the chamber change. Hatred, jealousy, and lament that had not been there before. Draikor raised his blade just in time to hold back another war-blade.

Draikor saw Lycra's fury across his face as the rival acolyte pushed down with everything he had. Draikor crashed his blade forward and then to the left. Lycra's blade nearly thrown from his hand. Before Draikor could take advantage of this, Lycra thrust his hand forward and sent his foe stumbling backward with the power of the force.

Vette took notice of this with a mixture of fear and irritation.

"Mind your work, I'll handle this wretch." Draikor smiling as he saw the resentment tearing across Lycra's face.

"You took everything from me! Wretched spoiled sith! I earned this apprenticeship! You earned nothing!"

Draikor's expression erupted into a fury as he channeled his rage.

"Just die!" The two acolytes exchanged their furious blows. Lycra moving fast with his juyo form against Draikor's soresu. Draikor was able to keep Lycra's blade at a safe distance, but Lycra's movements were experienced.

Each blow the acolyte followed with a quick burst of telekinetic force energy. Draikor resisted them as best he could. Lycra was only able to get so much distance against the true Sith. Draikor continued his defensive form, managing to catch Lycra's blade as it came down.

With the blade pinned in place, Draikor's foot crashed hard into Lycra's chest. The blow brought Lycra back a few feet. Lycra saw Draikor raise his war-blade again in a confident manner. His rage reaching a building point as Draikor motioned his foe at him in a taunting manner.

With a swift leap, Lycra ascended through the air and held his blade out. Draikor simply responded with a force scream. His mouth bellowing out a harrowing wave of force power that brought Lycra tumbling to the side.

When the human acolyte rose to his feet, Draikor had already reached his with his own force charge. Lycra attempted one final blow. Draikor's counter strike carrying his blade through Lycra's shoulder.

"Ahhhhhh!" Draikor relishing the feeling of his blade embedding itself into Lycra's bone. Upon pulling the bloody sword free, he saw Lycra fall to his knees while clutching his shoulder. His rage replaced by anguish and more resentment.

"So this is it then. After everything I've been through, all my struggles, and it was for nothing."

"So it seems." Draikor said standing tall over the wounded acolyte. Lycra's face made a final defiant attack on Draikor as he gazed up.

"Do it then, and be quick about it."

"As you wish." Vette nearly yelped upon seeing Draikor's blade sever Lycra's head and topple it from his shoulders.

"So, not a friend of yours I take it." Draikor remained silent as he stared at Lycra's body. He had assumed to be filled with a feeling of pride, but instead, he felt a nagging disappointment. While he had rivaled Lycra since arriving at the academy, it almost felt like a waste for him to die this way. He could have been a useful warrior for the empire, but now he had died for nothing. But perhaps not, Draikor found comfort in the fact that his success proved his worthiness.

He had not simply been chosen, but now had proven himself the rightful apprentice. Draikor's smile returned as he faced Vette.

"The vault."

"Right, should be open now."

"Excellent work, let's go."

"Nice to see someone appreciate my work." Vette moving quick to catch up with Draikor. As they moved into the burial chamber, Draikor felt the dark aura that had whispered to him now cry out like a banshee.

He gazed around at a series of sarcophagi placed against the walls leading up to a statue atop a set of stairs.

"Alright the vault is behind the statue, I'll get your precious Holocron." Vette said as she carefully climbed up the statue. All the while Draikor searched the room for signs of the lightsaber Malak's sith would have hidden the lightsaber.

His frustration mounting with each moment, the voices getting louder and louder until he realized they seemed to be emanating from a part of the tomb. Draikor turned to the statue, the mouth in particular.

He placed his hand on the statue's mouth and channeled his dark side aura around the statue's head. His hand illuminating with a red ambiance as he did so.

The jaw of the statue opened to reveal a lightsaber inside. Draikor carefully extracted the lightsaber. Its hilt made of fine silver that still shined despite its age.

Somehow the statue had preserved the saber after all those years. The saber's design was clearly inspired by those of his ancestors. However, the black handle markings and thicker extrusions around the lens were clearly a mixed design Revan's sith had made.

Draikor could feel the dark essence in the saber with a certain excitement. He held it high and ignited the crystal inside. A beam of light extending out while brightening up the chamber with its deep red essence.

Draikor's excitement ignited with the lightsaber. After so many years he finally held his first lightsaber. His mark as a sith warrior now taken and his apprenticeship ready to begin.

However, at that moment Draikor heard the voices turn to violent screams. The wales now coming from the sarcophagi.

"Alright, one big bad sith Holocron ready for your big bad sith bo-" Vette began until the doors of the sarcophagi burst open. The twi'lek yelping with the prism-shaped Holocron nearly falling from her hands.

Draikor witnessed six figures wrapped mummified in black cloth emerge from the coffins. A foul stench followed with their rotting bodies. Draikor able to see their rotting bones through the cloth, as well as a pair of glowing eyes.

As Vette shook beyond terrified belief, Draikor felt great adrenaline run through him. The Sith charging through the air at the first undead warrior. His new lightsaber cutting clean through the ancient blade in its hand. The lightsaber reducing the bones to ash upon impact

The hum of the lightsaber sizzled the particles of the bandages in delight. Draikor bringing the saber around in the same motion to parry the blows from the other mummies.

Draikor's lightsaber burned through the rusted swords carries by these corpses. Two more of the mummies were swiftly cut down by Draikor. The next broken apart by a swift burst of force power blasted into it by the true Sith.

As this happened, Vette finally mustered her courage and sprung up to run down the remaining mummies. The rush of the battle and his new weapon sending an awe-inspiring excitement through Draikor. At that moment he felt as if he were the strongest sith to ever live.

Vette didn't share his optimism as she slowly came down with the Holocron in hand.

"Alright, can we go now, before more undead some to kill us."

Draikor stood with Vette inside Baras's office. The Sith Lord gazing with delight upon the Holocron.

"Yes, yes, long have I waited for you my precious little treasure. Darth Malak's secrets should prove most interesting. I understand Lycra never reported to Lord Dramus."

"No, the fool entered the tomb in an attempt to kill me."

"Hmm, I see. Ashamed, he may have made a useful warrior on the battlefield. But there are plenty more where he came from. In any case, you have proven my concerns wrong. You carry yourself now as a true Sith apprentice. Under my tutelage, you will go far in the empire, perhaps even farther than those in your family."

Draikor propped himself up as best he could upon hearing the last bit from Baras.

"I can't wait."

"Indeed, your skills will prove invaluable. Such raw power will be molded into greatness unlike any other. You will do great things for the empire, and more importantly for me."

Vette almost rolled her eyes hearing Baras talk. Only stopping in fear he might see her do so.

"I also see the smuggler survived, how interesting. You did well protecting her."

"Vette fought well inside." The Sith's complement catching her off guard.

"In any case, she's served her purpose. I shall dispose of her." Vette backed up with her hand up. Terror returning to her face.

"Master, I would rather she remain at my side. Her skills could prove useful to me in the future."

"Hmm, very well take her as a gift then. Though she is your responsibility, not mine." Vette's relief nearly overshadowed by her annoyance in being spoken of as if she were some kind of pet.

Draikor glanced back at the red-skinned twi'lek, earning a slight smile from her.

The following morning Draikor stood beside Baras inside the main atrium of the academy. Two dozen sith lords had gathered in a line each with their new apprentice beside them.

Draikor looked down at the various lords. Most being humans, but with four or so true sith and two zabrak. The new apprentices somewhat mirrored this. Most being humans with four other true sith beside Draikor, and two zabrak, and a single chiss at the end.

Draikor recognized these apprentices from his time at the academy, though each was from a different class. Only with acolyte from each class would be chosen as an apprentice.

In the corner of his eye, Draikor could see the acolytes passed up gathered around the human sith lord Dramus. Each holding resentment and shame in their eyes as each would only go on to serve as warriors or inquisitors until one day they might get chosen by a lord.

Though he knew each was also lucky, as there were plenty of acolytes who had faced a worse outcome.

Draikor looked down and noticed Lord Zash with her own new apprentice. Another true sith with no tendrils or claw appendages on his face as. His red skin was a lighter shade than Draikor's, almost orangish, and his hair a thick red.

He was an inch or two shorter than Draikor and not quite as muscular, but still strong enough.

This apprentice was Arvidas, someone Draikor had known for almost his entire time at the academy. No one truly made friends at a sith academy, but Arvidas was the closest thing Draikor had to a friend there.

Draikor was adorned in the red armor of a Sith apprentice. The armor specially built to attune to a sith's nature and movements while still holding strong. Two almost rectangular shoulder plates adorning the armor and reddish trousers with light plates on them as well.

A number of the other apprentices wore nearly identical armor with some customization between them. The rest including Arvidas wore black, red, and grey robes, some with hoods some without.

However, each apprentice wore a lightsaber on their belts and pride across their faces. Along the sides of the halls were a series of Sith showing up as projections from across the galaxy. Each bearing witness to the new apprentices.

Draikor kept his eyes on one group in particular. Six fully grown true Sith, and five children of varying ages beside four of them. One of the adult true Sith wearing an officer's uniform.

Standing in the center of the main atrium was a grand obelisk adorned with the banner of their empire. A middle-aged true sith woman wearing soot black robes paced before the monument.

Her face expressing the magnitude and awe felt by those around her.

"There are many Sith academies in the empire, but none as prestigious as this one. The ancestral home of our glorious people. The finest Sith in the empire trained here. Several members of the Dark Council, heroes such as Darth Caravix, Lord Rackton, and both of my sons of course."

Draikor noticed one of the true Sith women in the projections cross her arms and while shaking her head hearing Darth Minax speak.

"As headmaster of this academy, it is my duty to ensure only the finest sith leave this academy alive. Of those sith, the best among them will become apprentices, the future lords who will bring the galaxy to heel and carry out the great works of the emperor. Each of you arrived as mere acolytes, weak, undisciplined, worthless. Now you leave as apprentices! For the empire!" Darth Minax roared with her lightsaber raised and both ends igniting.

"For the empire!" Draikor and the other apprentices echoed with their own lightsabers raised.

As the crowd scattered, Draikor motioned towards the projections until he felt Baras's hand on his shoulder.

"Come, apprentice."

"My Lord." Draikor looking back at the projections who continued to stare at him.

Darth Baras sat back down behind his desk while looking at a message on his terminal.

"Thank the emperor she kept that ceremony short. Minax's speeches can drag on for hours." Baras's hand covering the face of his mask.

"I found it inspiring."

"Listen to it a few dozen times and you won't. As much as I enjoy Korriban our time here is done. I have business at the capital, which means you will depart for Dromund Kaas at once."

"I look forward to it, it's been too long since I've seen the capital. Shall we be off then?"

"You will depart, I still have some business to take care of here." Draikor raised his eyebrow in interest.

"What kind of business?" Baras looked back up at Draikor.

"The kind that does not concern a mere apprentice. Go, take a transport to the fleet command at Vaiken spacedock. I will arrange transport there to the capital. Enjoy yourself, celebrate your achievements, soon you will be required to carry out my ambitions."

Draikor gave a respectful bow before departing. His excitement returning to him at the thought of the glorious work he would soon be doing. With his things packed, Draikor walked with Vette out of the academy.

The young Sith gazing back at it one more time in a longing fashion.

"So uh, not that I haven't enjoyed this place. But I think your shuttle is leaving soon." Vette's eager desire to leave Korriban ready to burst through her.

Draikor ignored the twi'lek and gave the academy a final gaze.

"Alright, let's go." Vette now eagerly following him as they walked past two stormtroopers onto a shuttle. Within a few minutes, the ramp was raised and the craft lifted up into the air. Soaring up into orbit and then jumping to lightspeed.

Author's note

It's been a while since I wrote a fanfic, finally finished my original story.

I'm sorry if the prologue felt a little misleading, but as stated in the details this will be a reimagined version of the Sith Warrior campaign from swtor, however, just as I said there will be EU characters replacing swtor characters in some areas, some planets replaced by EU ones, most of the flashpoints replaced as well.

As usual please let me know what you guys thought in the reviews, what you liked and didn't like, if you have any questions please PM me as it's easier to answer

So until next time,

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