13 Years Later

For 13 years Malcador taught the boy the ways of the Sith. Yet rarely directly.

First the Boy was taught the basics of channeling the dark side while hidden in the lower levels of the Sith lord's flagship, but soon Malcador was as elusive as the wind. The two were almost never in contact as strange as it may seem. Instead the boy felt his masters invisible, manipulating hand throughout his training. All he would be given in terms of guidance would be a note or message on his next assignment and sometimes instructions on how to get where he was sent.

He was given training on hiding his **** potential and made to secretly enlist in the Sith Academy where he would learn the basics of the seven forms of lightsaber combat and more basic control over the ****. Then he was ordered to get kicked out, the boy did so narrowly avoiding a **** sentence for assaulting a "true" Sith.

Next was more martial training, ordered to not use the ****, he was sent to learn from a mercenary the Echani and Teras Kasi forms of unarmed combat. After a year the boy was ordered to leave the kindly martial arts instructor, the boy did so.

Then he was to be taught security and infiltration in the Orsis Academy being trained as a "Body Guard" but he would rarely be called to fulfill those duties. His espionage and martial skills both grew exponentially while enrolled at the academy. Again he was ordered to drop out despite his teachers being impressed with his ability, the boy did so.

When he was not undergoing grueling physical training he was being instructed in the more arcane ways of the ****. His master filled his mind with Sith Sorceries and philosophy. Teaching him prophecy and power. Then sending the boy away to learn more "personal" arts in the Twi'lek pleasure chambers. The art of seduction and sex to be specific.

Once the basics of his training was complete his master left him alone more and more. "You are not me," Malcador would always stress. The boy was expected to develop his own style through self-guided training rather than imitating his master. Instead he was given a Praxis droid and practice saber with which he might spar, he was given Sith Holocrons to grow his knowledge of the ****.

His training all led to a moment that the boy would never forget. The fulfillment of his purpose.

The boy was led to a Hive world with more people than food production, crime was rampant and life was cheap on a world like this. In the bowels of the city where dusty smoke and dense smog filled the air you breath there was an alley. In this alley there were men, they were armed, there were five of them.

Malcador paid the five to kill the boy.

The boy killed them instead.

All the while the boy was focused on his true goal. He needed power, a lot of it, so that he might kill the one giving him said power.

The boy never forgot what Malcador did on his planet. Did to his friends. Did to his family. To his Mother.

The boy's sole purpose was to kill the Sith who had raised him. And strangely the Sith seemed greatly pleased by this.