Relax and meet the overseer.

With that Lady Zola turns and walks to join the others. Her peachy ass sways seductively away and you struggle to calm down before joining the others.

They are standing at a large sealed door built into the Cliffside, the only way off the landing pad and onto the rest of the planet. You follow and watch as her stunning butt bounces side to side in the very tight initiate’s suit. She would be hard to resist, so why bother. She will be screaming your name as you plough your meat into her before nightfall.

You assemble with the others in a semi-circle around a Sith. He is of dark complexion with short dark hair and a weary, sinister face. He slowly surveys the initiates and frowns. He wears shoulder pads attached to impressive armour and a lightsaber is attached to his belt. “At last, you have arrived initiates. Good, Good. There is much to do and every moment is critical.” He puffs out his chest and continues. “I’m Overseer Tremel. For decades, I’ve administered the trials that prove who is and is not worthy to join the Sith Empire.” You feel the excitement and fear in the other initiates and they are surprised to meet such an important Sith so soon. Tremel continues, “The Trials are a chance to weed out the weak. Those who face them either survive and become Sith, or die.” He curls his lips slightly and provides a disgusting sinister smirk. An initiate pipe up stepping forward with a bow “I won’t disappoint you.” Tremel slowly walks over and looks the skinny initiate up and down. “Well, we shall see.”

The Sith initiates move into the landing bay complex but you are held behind. You begin to fear that you have lost Zola but you must remain, two armed Imperial troopers stand to block your path. Tremel looks you up and down “You certainly look impressive.” He nods to himself and continues. “Good, I risked a lot to make this happen. Yes, you are here and ahead of schedule because of me. I expect you to obey. You face your trials you serve me, and I will make you the most powerful acolyte here.”

“Sounds like you have it all figured out,” you reply. You realise you were correct about your advanced **** abilities. Tremel appreciates your answer and explains.

“The trials themselves are difficult enough, but they are hardly the greatest threat you face. There is an acolyte here named Vemrin. He’s your enemy, and he will try to kill you. We must prepare you.”

“How is it I already have an enemy?” you reply frowning.

“All you need to know is that you are a threat to him, and he to you. We will make sure you can stand up to that threat. That practice sword you’ve arrived with is insufficient the blade of lesser acolytes. You need a dominating weapon. In the tomb of Ajunta Pall, there’s an old armoury. A strong Sith war blade awaits you there. The tomb is thick with K’lar slugs-deadly savage creatures. Be quick but careful. They’ve been the end of many an acolyte.”

“I’m fairly confident I will succeed one way or another.”

“Once you acquire the war blade, I suggest you spend some time in the tomb bloodying it. Then come to me in my chambers in the academy.”

With that Tremel waves you off the landing pad, you work your way quickly through a number of high ceilinged grey corridors and staircases typical of the Sith’s gothic utilitarian take on architecture. You finally emerge onto a hydro steel balcony overlooking the breathtaking Valley of the dark lords. Two huge cliff walls of orange rock lead down an enormous valley towards the gigantic pyramid of metal that is the Sith academy. Below is miles of barren desert and cave systems. You can see temples carved into the rock their entrances guarded by stone pillars and sculptures of once great fallen Sith lords. As your eyes track upwards shielding yourself from the sun, you cannot help but marvel at the scale of the stone sculptures that lay deep in the rock towering to the full height of the canyon walls. In-between are enormous red imperial banners emblazoned with the mark of the empire. The banners must be kilometres wide pinned on the sheer walls of the valley. The statues of Sith lords are countless leading next to one another for the miles and miles along the valley walls towards the Academy. In the Sky you see a number of huge looming imperial star destroyers hovering in low orbit on defensive standby to protect the planet.

A gust of wind hits you from the end of the valley and you can feel the power of the dark side caught in its tide. This planet is strong with the **** and will make you so.

Your thoughts are interrupted by a gruff remark. “Look at the size of this one bet you I’m going to be saluting him in no time.” You look over to see two imperial troopers in full armour but their helmets. One is pointing to you the other nods they are both the same age or younger than you are. Come to answer the call of the empire you think to yourself, poor sods, you have and always will have a soft spot for the brave foot soldiers so easily sacrificed for the empire.

There is an imperial officer with them a tight military cap pulled over his brow to keep the sun of his stern face. He is frowning through a pair of image amplifying Z4 binoculars. He looks over to you and points over to a temple in the distance. “You better hurry up initiate there is only one war blade in there. And you have a lot of catching up to do.” You squint and shield your eyes from the sun, you can see black dots scrambling their way over a rock field towards the temple. They must be the other Acolytes you think; you curse, Tremel is testing you. Giving them the same objective and a head start. You set off eager to close the distance. As you hurtle down the stairs to the planets desert surface from the balcony you can hear the soldiers laughing. You are not angered, a chase will be fun.