The First Class Arrives

"Welcome, Acolytes, to Korriban. You are here because you are the next generation of Sith Lords that will rule not only the Empire but the galaxy!" said the man as he thrust his hand forward and closed his fist. "I am Overseer Harkun and I will teach you the way of the Sith. But first, the rules. You are not permitted to kill another acolyte! You will be needed for the war effort. Now, if something were to happen to one of you and no evidence could prove who killed you… Well, that'd just be a shame, wouldn't it?" Harkun told his new students, a twisted smile on his face. "Next, I'm sure you all are wondering when you'll get one of these," he said as his lightsaber flew from his belt and into his hand. He immediately ignited it and swung the weapon around in front of the recruits.

"I can't wait for mine! I'll show you all I'm the superior one here!" announced a rather large Sith Pureblood. He looked more like a wall than a person. Nevertheless, he was quite sure of his abilities.

"Well, someone sure is full of himself," Wes said to the Sith.

"The blood of the ancient, original Sith runs through me! What about you?" he questioned Wes.

"My blood is of the one that conquered yours," Wes told the monstrous Sith, who was rather angry at that comment.

"Why you -" was all the Sith could get out before a lightsaber blade appeared in front of his face.

"Enough! Next rule: Follow the orders that any Sith Lord gives you. The only time you can kill another acolyte outright is if a Sith Lord permits it. But they will only ask you to do that very rarely. Now go to the training fields. Dismissed!" commanded Overseer Harkun.

Wes and the rest of the acolytes left the landing pad and made their way to the Sith Temple, which was in the midst of being rebuilt after centuries of neglect. Statues of ancient Sith Lords, now crumbling, stood watch over the ancient planet, its forgotten temples, and hidden tombs.

“Just think, we are the first Sith to be trained on Korriban in over a thousand years!” squealed a cute Pureblood Sith girl. Wes looked her over and found her dark red eyes quite mesmerizing, plus she had a firm ass and some nice tits on her.

“Oh yes, we are. We shall show these ancient Sith that their sacrifice was not in vain. That their deaths all those years ago has allowed for a Sith Empire to be born that will crush our Republic enemies and bring the whole galaxy under our heel!” Wes confidently boosted, which the Sith girl happily agreed to. The other male Sith were not happy with the attention Wes was suddenly getting from all the female Sith.

The group continued along the temple grounds, forced to move between the restoration currently going on, until they came to the temple’s training grounds. Overseer Harkun was already there with another man.

“Ah, welcome class. This is Overseer Tremel. He will be instructing the next class to come. Look at this class, it's a good class. If we continue to get these types from our homeworld and colonies, we should quickly crush the Republic and their Jedi dogs!" exclaimed Harkun, which Tremel happily agreed to.

"I agree, old friend. Aliens have no right to use the Force and should be stomped out. Only the best Force users, Sith, should be able to use the Force. And Sith should only be humans or Pureblood Sith. All others are not deserving of the title!" echoed the other Overseer. Both quite happy in their traditionalist, possibly even xenophobic outlooks on Sith history and heritage.

“Take note, my students. Overseer Tremel here is what you should all aspire to be! True believers of the Sith way of life! Always remember: aliens are benenth you. You are a Sith, and so all others should be subservient to you. Never forget that and always enforce it!" Overseer Harkun finished his powerful speech to a round of applause from his students. “You see, Tremel? These are true Sith, that know their place and know the place of aliens,” he said with a smile.

“So it seems. I’ll leave you and your students to your studies. I must finish my preparations for my students anyway,” Overseer Tremel said as he turned and left Overseer Harkun and his students to their own devices.

“Now that that is over with, let us move on with your lessons. First, we shall test your weapon skills with these vibroswords. We have both single and double bladed, for those of you that may prefer those ones. Now, first it shall be Wes and Rusel.” Wes and Rusel gave each other a look of disdain as they walked to opposite weapon racks and both grabbed a single blade vibrosword.

With their weapons in hand, the two made their way to the sparring circle next to the weapons rack. Harkun and the class gathered around the circle, everyone quietly anticipating a spectacular show. Wes and Rusel circled each other, both waiting for the other to make the first move. This went on for a few minutes, but it felt like hours to both the warriors and their spectators. Rusel, however, became impatient and let his emotions get the better of him.

“I shall crush you!” he yelled as he charged at Wes. Wes prepared himself for the first strike of his opponent. Rusel’s blade met Wes’ blade in a flash of sparks as their energy blades collided. “I’ll show you the power of a Pureblooded Sith!” he yelled at his opponent as he attempted to bring Wes to the ground with his brute strength. Rusel kept bashing his vibrosword against his opponent’s, who was able to block each attack. Wes, however, figured this as a possibility and thus knew just what to do. Wes shifted his body weight to continue to hold out against Rusel’s onslaught with a quick kick to Rusel’s shin. Rusel did not expect that and jumped back in pain. Wes took this opening to begin his own attack. He rushed his opponent as his vibroblade was held low. Once he was close enough, West performed an upwards slash at Rusel, who took the slash across his wide chest.

“Aaargh! You son of a bantha!” yelled the injured Sith Pureblood. He clutched his bleeding chest with one hand while he held his vibrosword in the other. “You’ll pay for that!” he shouted as he rushed Wes, swinging his weapon wildly. Wes was forced into a defensive stance as he blocked and parried the flurry of attacks from his injured opponent.

Wes waited for an opening in Rusel’s attacks to Force Jump away from the angered Sith. Rusel quickly covered the distance between the two, both his hands now on his vibroblade, with an intent to clearly kill his opponent. Wes saw his chance as he threw his vibrosword at the charging Rusel. Rusel knocked the weapon away only to see Wes summon another blade from the weapons rack with the Force.

“Shit!” muttered Rusel as he now was on the defensive from Wes’ powerful attack combo. Wes pushed Rusel back to the edge of the sparring circle. Wes used this chance to summon his original weapon and began to beat down Rusel’s vibroblade with his dual weapons.

“Enough!” bellowed Overseer Harkun. “It is clear who is the better between you two. Put your weapons back. Next up shall be Rassa and Tamir. I do hope you two provide an as enjoyable fight as these two have,” Harkun told the two new combatants.