Rissa

“You are now my apprentice,” Darth Maleous declared. Rissa stepped forward and bowed to her new master.

“I shall do whatever you require of me, master,” Rissa said as she stayed bowed.

“Excellent. Come, we must get back to the front lines. I shall train you on the way there. I shall make you into my personal assassin so all will know when you show up, the one who wronged me will meet their end,” he declared as the two walked towards the spaceport on Korriban. Wes watched Rissa’s ass sway back and forth as she left with his father to begin her life as a Sith Apprentice. I’m gonna miss her and that ass. Wes thought to himself as he saw another Sith Lord step forward and begin his process of choosing a new apprentice.

Wes stood by and watched as one by one his fellow acolytes got chosen for their apprenticeships save for himself. The entire time, Harkun had a wide smile on his face whenever the two would lock eyes. I’m sure that bastard had something to do with this. He must have told them not to pick me or something! Although Wes wasn’t all that upset since besides Rissa and Tamil’s masters, the rest were rather lackluster. Although Rusel found a dumbass Sith Lord who could match his high strength and low intelligence. Well shit, all the Lords and Darths have left and none of them chose me. Although, besides father and Darth Alwyn, most of them were nobodies. But what happens to me now? Do I just stay an acolyte for another year? While Wes was in the midst of pondering his future, Overseer Harkun made his way over to Wes.

“It sure is a shame that nobody picked you, eh acolyte?” Harkun mockingly said to Wes, who was snapped out of his deep thoughts by the voice of his instructor.

“Indeed it is. I’m sure you had nothing to do with that, did you Overseer?” Wes said in an accusatory voice, with no intent to back down from his former teacher.

“Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t. Either way, there’s no way for you to prove it,” Harkun said, the joy in his voice could clearly be heard. “Besides, who would believe a lowly acolyte like you over an Overseer whose family has trained Sith for centuries?!” noted Harkun who let out a deep and hearty laugh.

“Oh I think I would,” said a feminine voice from the back. The woman’s crimson red skin shone in the light of the room as she made her way over to the two men. “Afterall, you have a rather shallow galactic view, Harkun,” said the woman as she stepped between the two men.

“Ah, Lady Mutaria. I thought you couldn’t make it to this graduation?” Harkun asked the woman as he gave her a quick head bow. Lady Mutaria let out a quick laugh before she responded to the Overseer.

“Oh I am quite aware that you purposely attempted to delay me so that one of the acolytes could not get a master,” the woman said in a calm voice as she locked eyes with Overseer Harkun. “And I assume this is the acolyte you did not want to be properly trained. Well, too bad for you, I managed to make it mostly in time,” she said before she turned from Harkun and faced Wes. “You there, what’s your name?”

“I am Wes, my Lady,” he said as he bowed before her.

“Well, Wes, why does Harkun not want you to gain a master?” she asked the now hopeful acolyte.
“That’s a good question, my lady. Perhaps it’s because on the first day here I fought him and was able to match him stroke for stroke?” Lady Mutaria let out a rather cute laugh at Wes’ suggestion of why Harkun orchestrated all this.

“Oh Harkun, are you really that petty?!” she asked the new fuming Overseer.

“I AM NOT PETTY YOU IMPERTINENT TWIT!” roared Harkun. “THAT ACOLYTE IS NOT READY TO BE A SITH NOR WILL HE EVER BE! HE IS A FAILURE I SAY, A COMPLETE AND TOTAL FAILURE!” yelled the angry man before he drew his lightsaber and attempted to strike down Wes. His blade was blocked by Lady Mutaria’s own blade, whose crimson color was the exact same shade as her skin.

“You shall not strike down my apprentice, Harkun. Do you understand?” spoke Lady Mutaria in a cold tone. Shivers ran down Wes’ spine as the hair on the back of his neck stood up by the sheer amount of Force power his new master was radiating. The two Sith stared at each other, a killing intent flowed from both of them, but neither knew who had the real advantage between the two. After what felt like eons, Harkun turned off his lightsaber and relented.

“Very well. The boy will be your new apprentice. Since my entire class has found masters, my services are no longer needed here. If you needed anything, I’ll be in my office,” the Overseer said before he walked away from the new master and apprentice. Once she was sure Harkun was gone for good, Lady Mutaria disengaged her lightsaber and turned to her new apprentice.

“Well my apprentice, shall we go to my shuttle? It shall take us to my starship, Valtricous, which is preparing to take part in the Blockade of the Rimma Trade Route. It is vital we prevent the Republic from sending supplies to the Minos Cluster. It is only a matter of time before the Cluster falls to our war machine,” explained Lady Mutaria to her apprentice, who nodded as the two walked to the spaceport.

“Master, if I may ask, what class ship do you command?” Wes hoped the question would not anger his brand new master and make her decide to either rescind his apprenticeship or just flat out kill him.

“Of course, my apprentice. It is only fair that, as my second in command, you know what ship you command. It is a Terminus-class destroyer. While I know the Harrower-class dreadnoughts are what everyone wants to fly, those are reserved for Darths and apprentices of Dark Council members. Perhaps, my apprentice, if I can become a Darth, we can get ourselves a Harrower-class to command. You will, however, have your own Fury-class interceptor. I hope that answers your question,” she said as the two continued their trek to their hanger.

“Of course, master. I’m sure we will show our worth in this war and be granted the titles of Darth as well as Harrower-class dreadnoughts. Soon, the entire galaxy will fear us!” Wes said proudly, his hand thrust up and closed his fist to accentuate his point.

“Of course, apprentice, we shall use this war to bring glory for ourselves and the Empire and earn our Darth titles!” agreed Lady Mutaria.

The two did some simple chatting about Wes’ skills with the Force and his lightsaber as they made their way to Lady Mutaria’s Fury-class interceptor.

“My Lady, I am so humbled that you decided to return to me!” announced the Seneschal class droid that waited at the top of the ship’s ramp.

“Of course I would return, 2T-V9, this is my ship afterall,” pointed out the droid’s master.

“Oh! Of course! I am sorry, master! Please don’t deactivate me for my foolishness!” pleaded 2T-V9 as he scurried away.

“Blasted droid. They come with every ship but can interface with the ship and fix nearly any problems the ship has. It’s programming is shit but its mechanical skills are worth the trade off,” she told her apprentice as the two made their way to the bridge.