Two Months Later

“You all have spent the last two months truly learning what it means to be Sith,” Overseer Harkun said to his class, who stood in front of his deck in his office. “You have learned how to summon the most powerful of Force attacks using your emotions. You have all learned how to use your lightsabers in combat against both other Force users and non-Force users,” continued the teacher of Sith. “Some of you can summon the Force better than others while select members of you can use your lightsabers on par with some of our greatest Darths,” he told his students, who looked upon him with differing feelings. Some hated the man that sat at his desk as he spoke to the group of young acolytes, while others felt indifferent to the man who had taught them the skills they were lacking. A select few, however, admired the man for what he had taught them.

“And it’s all thanks to your amazing teaching!” Rusel said, the only student who actually liked Overseer Harkun and admired the man. Harkun smiled at Rusel, who believed Rusel to be his prize pupil and the one who he hoped would go on to become a powerful Sith Lord. Sadly, for both of them, it was clear to everyone else that Rusel was always just behind Wes in terms of overall power. However, both of them were nowhere near as powerful in the Force as Tamil, she was clearly deeply connected to the Force than any other student. Rissa was second best to everyone, with saber skills that were nearly on par with that of Wes and Rusel, with her saberstaff easily able to deal with the boys’ single or two sabers they would use. She could also give Tamil a run for her money on who could win in a Force battle. Wes and Rusel stood no chance against either lady in a battle of just the Force, and as such, always tried to engage them in saber duels for a shot at winning.

Wes and Rissa gave each other quick glances here and there during the graduation ceremony, their tryst those months ago in the ruins always on the edge of their minds. While the two had hooked up a few times after that, it was never nearly as powerful as that first time. The akward moment of taking her to the infirmary after having sex with her and trying to make it look like they just didn’t have sex was rather hard, to which Wes was sure he failed because of the various rumors about the two. But that was the past, now the two, and the rest of their class, focused on their future. In mere moments, various Sith Lords and Darths would come to pick one of them to be their newest apprentice and carve a path of glory for the Sith Empire!

“At attention, acolytes! The Lords and Darths are here!” announced Overseer Harkun as a cadre of varous looking men and women came into the room. There were eight Sith Lords that stood before the class, one for each of the students. One, however, was a rather shocking sight for the young Sith.

Father’s here?! Wes thought to himself as he and his father locked eyes. Could it be that he’s come to pick me as his apprentice? No… no I doubt that. He would never do such a thing. He may pick Rusel just to anger me. That I can see happening. As Wes thought to himself, Harkun went on with introductions of the various Lords and Darths that were in attendance.

“We shall start with our most prominent member in attendance, Darth Maleous, one of the Darths in charge of the war campaign!” announced Harkun, clearly attempting to gain favor with the powerful Darth.

“Enough, Harkun. I am needed back on the front lines. I’m here just to get my new apprentice,” commanded the powerful Sith Lord. His mere presence was too much for some of the weaker acolytes, who began to show signs of fatigue from just being near him. “Well, those ones are a waste. So they are out,” Darth Maleous said as he waved away the four Sith in training to his left. That left just him, Rusel, Tamil, and Rissa as possible choices. The Darth then went up to his own son and looked him over but quickly dismissed him as his choice, much to Wes’ suspicions. He then looked over the other three, spending a lot of time looking over Rissa and Rusel. “Harkun, tell me of these two,” he ordered.

“Of course, my Lord,” Harkun said as he gave a slight bow. “Rissa is a powerful Sith, for sure. While she is not the best with a lightsaber or Force, she can keep up with my students who are the best with them. With training from a Darth such as yourself, I have no doubts that she could very well become one of the most powerful Sith we’ve ever seen!” Tarkun said with sincerity in his voice. “As for Rusel, he is my star pupal!” boasted the Overseer, pride clear in his voice. “He was rough around the edges when he first came here, but he is, by far, the best saber duelist this academy has produced!” he announced, much to the eye rolls of literally every other student save for Rusel, who puffed out his chest in response to all the praise. Darth Maleous did not catch the other students’ reaction to Harkun’s claim. “But under your tutelage, he would even be a challenge for yourself or Darth Malgus!” finished Harkun, clearly proud of his boasts.

“You talk too much,” spat a red skinned Sith Pureblooded woman.

“Plus can we really accept anything this flunky says?” asked a rather fat Sith Lord.

“Very true, Harkun was known for his lies at the academy in Kaas City,” pointed out a human female.

“Enough! All of you!” bellowed Darth Maleous as he paced between the three Sith he had yet to choose. “I believe I have made my choice...” said the Sith Lord as he stood in front of his pick.