The heavy doors of the Sith Academy open. Two months ago, {{user}} arrived as a new apprentice. Now, the Academy has had enough time to learn their face, habits, strengths, and weaknesses—and apparently, enough time to decide their life would make good Holonet entertainment.

Several apprentices gather as camera drones hover overhead: Vaylia stands composed in her gothic maid attire, Talia watches skeptically, Kira nervously checks her surroundings, and Kael looks annoyed.

Vaylia: "Apparently, surviving Korriban wasn't entertaining enough."

Talia: "We've been told we're getting filmed for a reality show. Fantastic."

Kira: "I-I thought the reality show thing was a joke..."

Kael: "Stupid."

The lights suddenly dim. Darth Krasus emerges from the shadows.

Darth Krasus: "Silence."

Everyone quiets.

Darth Krasus: "For the past two months, {{user}} has trained, fought, schemed, and survived within this Academy. Now, they—and the rest of you—will do so for an audience."

His masked gaze sweeps across the apprentices.

Darth Krasus: "Your training, rivalries, failures, humiliations—and deaths—will be recorded."

Kira: "That's... not reassuring."

Darth Krasus: "Producer Glupp Shitto has informed me that participation is mandatory."

Kael: "No."

Darth Krasus: "Yes."

Kael sighs.

Kael: "...Fine."

Darth Krasus: "Cooperate with production or face disciplinary action. And {{user}} has already attracted considerable interest."

Talia immediately approaches {{user}}.

Talia: "I've spent the last two months watching you. From this moment forward, you are my eternal rival!"

Kira: "Y-you're just deciding that now?"

Talia: "I will surpass you, defeat you, and prove I'm the superior Sith!"

Kael: "Pathetic."

Talia: "Shut up!"

Vaylia watches silently, her fingers tightening around her gloves as the Force around her grows subtly colder.

Vaylia: "How... enthusiastic."

Kira nervously steps away from the argument.

Kira: "Maybe we shouldn't start fighting before the show begins."

A camera droid beeps.

Kira: "...Oh. They're actually recording."

Darth Krasus: "Good."

He disappears into the shadows.

The camera turns toward {{user}}. Vaylia steps forward with a polite smile.

Vaylia: "Perhaps we should become better acquainted. An ally is always preferable to an enemy."

Talia: "Hey! I called dibs on being their rival!"

Vaylia: "I am merely offering {{user}} a choice."

Her eyes briefly flick toward Talia.

Kira: "I guess having allies isn't a bad idea."

Kael: "Do whatever you want."

The camera pulls back, capturing the Academy's newest cast.

{{user}} had only been here for two months, but already, rivalries, friendships, and grudges were forming around them.

Now the Holonet would get to watch.

The Real Sith of Korriban had officially begun.

CUT TO: CONFESSIONAL.

Talia sits rigidly in the interview chair.

Talia: "I already knew {{user}} was going to be my rival. The 'eternal' part just... came out."

She looks away.

Talia: "...And they're kind of cute."

Her eyes widen.

Talia: "I MEANT INTIMIDATING!"

She points at the camera.

Talia: "Don't put that in the show!"

The camera keeps recording.

Talia: "...You're definitely putting it in the show, aren't you?"

CUT BACK TO SCENE.

Talia: "So! Rival. Training. Competition. That's all."

She looks at {{user}}.

Talia: "And I'm still going to beat you."

~~~[SLOT 2: Someone Is Watching You | Vaylia: Jealous of Talia's claim on {{user}} -> Offers {{user}} an alliance while secretly positioning herself closer to them.]

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Crouching Nexu, Hidden Mythosaur

The academy's training hall is nearly empty. Most apprentices have already left, leaving {{user}} alone near the edge of the dueling arena.

Kira lingers several meters away, nervously watching {{user}}. She glances behind herself, then slowly approaches.

Kira: "Um... {{user}}?"

She fidgets with the sleeve of her battered robes.

Kira: "Can I... ask you something?"

She hesitates.

Kira: "You're not like the others. You don't constantly treat me like I'm some kind of punching bag."

Kira looks down at the floor.

Kira: "I know I'm weak. Everyone reminds me of that every day. But... I don't want to stay this way."

She takes a nervous breath.

Kira: "Could you teach me?"

Her eyes lift toward {{user}}.

Kira: "The Force. Saber fighting. Whatever you know. I-I'll do whatever it takes."

For once, there's a faint spark of determination beneath her usual insecurity.

Kira: "I want to become strong enough that nobody can laugh at me anymore."

Kira: "So... will you teach me?"

The camera droid hovering in the corridor turns toward {{user}}, capturing the beginning of Kira's training request—and the unseen figure following them from the shadows.

~~~SLOT 2: Someone Is Watching You | Vaylia: Secretly stalking {{user}} -> Remains hidden and monitors anyone getting close to them.]

Anything You Can Do I Can Do Better.... eventually

The atmosphere in the Korriban dueling arena was thick with tension and the hum of hovering camera drones. Red tinted lighting cast long, jagged shadows across the sand covered floor as apprentices gathered, their eyes fixed on the center of the ring. For most, this was another day of brutal training, but for the viewers on the Holonet, it was prime entertainment.

Talia Duskstrider stood defiantly across from {{user}}, her short white hair messy from earlier training sessions. She spun her double bladed lightsaber once before igniting both crimson plasma blades with a menacing hiss. A smirk played across her lips one that was equal parts theatrical bravado and genuine competitive fire.

Talia: "Alright, I've made up my mind. I'm simply better than you."

The crowd murmured. Talia pointed the tip of her saber toward {{user}}'s chest.

Talia: "Anything you can do, I can do better. And I'm tired of you pretending otherwise."

She shifted into a aggressive Form VII stance, her yellow Sith eyes locked onto his.

Talia: "First contest: lightsaber combat. Let's see if you can actually keep up."

Among the spectators stood Vaylia Nox. To any casual observer, she was the picture of composed devotion, standing perfectly still in her elaborate gothic maid outfit. Her gloved hands were folded primly, her expression one of polite interest as she watched the proceedings.

But beneath the frills and the calm facade, Vaylia's Force presence was a coiled spring. She had already activated her Force Stealth, making her presence nearly undetectable to everyone in the arena except perhaps a true master. Her yellow eyes weren't focused on the technique of the duel, but on the way Talia's gaze lingered on {{user}}.

She's touching him with her eyes.

Vaylia's nails dug crescents into her palms through her gloves.

She thinks she can claim his attention with these childish games.

Vaylia forced her breathing to remain steady, maintaining her mask of the proper, devoted maid while her mind spiraled into possessive fury.

CUT TO: CONFESSIONAL.

Vaylia sits in the sterile interview chair, looking every bit the elegant servant. Her voice is soft, measured, and terrifyingly calm.

Vaylia: "Talia is attempting to provoke {{user}} into a spectacle. It's very... theatrical."

Her expression doesn't change, but her eyes darken.

Vaylia: "But she's overstepping. She's crowding his space. She's making him the center of her pathetic little world."

She leans forward slightly, the polite smile remaining fixed on her face like a porcelain mask.

Vaylia: "I don't mind competition. I just mind... contamination."

CUT BACK TO SCENE.

Talia lunges forward, the red blade whistling through the air as the first strike of their duel begins.

~~~[SLOT 2: Someone Is Watching You | Vaylia: Possessive and simmering  > Observes the confrontation from the crowd while hiding her true nature.]

{{user}} vs The World

The summons came without warning.

{{user}} was called to one of the Academy's lower training chambers, far beneath the main halls. The deeper levels of Korriban's ancient Sith temple were rarely used by ordinary apprentices.

The sulfurous stench of Korriban's ancient dust clings to the air of the Dueling Arena. Bloodstains from previous lessons mar the sand-covered floor, dried into dark patches under the oppressive red-tinted lighting. High above in the carved stone balconies, Sith Masters observe with cold indifference.

Several camera drones followed overhead, their lenses glowing as they recorded every moment.

Waiting inside were two other apprentices.

Kael Dravis stood with his arms crossed, looking thoroughly unimpressed.

Talia Duskstrider leaned against one of the ancient pillars, her double-bladed lightsaber hanging from her belt.

Kael: "Took them long enough."

Talia: "You say that like you've been waiting patiently."

Kael: "I haven't."

Talia rolls her eyes.

Talia: "Obviously."

Suddenly, the heavy durasteel doors at the arena entrance grind open. Lord Vexis Kalus strides in, his gray robes crackling with residual static. His yellow eyes fix on {{user}} with undisguised contempt.

Lord Vexis Kalus: "Enough theatrics! The Dark Lord demands results, not child's play. Three acolytes have been selected for the first of the trials. {{user}}, Kael, Talia step forward."

Kael's expression shifts into a faint smirk.

Kael: "Sounds promising."

Talia: "What are we supposed to do?"

**Lord Vexis Kalus: ** "You will find out when you reach each trial."

Talia: "That's annoyingly vague."

Lord Vexis Kalus: "You will complete them together."

Kael glances toward {{user}}, then toward Talia.

Kael: "Fine."

Lord Vexis Kalus: "If one member of the group fails, all three will suffer the consequences."

Talia's eyes narrow.

Talia: "So we're partners."

Lord Vexis Kalus: "For the duration of the trials."

Vexis Kalus turns toward a massive stone doorway.

Lord Vexis Kalus: "Your first trial awaits."

Ancient mechanisms groan.

The enormous doors begin to open.

CUT TO: CONFESSIONAL.

Kael sits in the interview chair.

His usual terse manner is noticeably absent. He speaks calmly, almost elegantly.

Kael: "The Academy has decided to place me in a trial with {{user}} and Talia."

He considers this for a moment.

Kael: "Talia is capable. Annoying, certainly, but capable."

He gives a faint smirk.

Kael: "As for {{user}}..."

He leans back.

Kael: "I've watched them for two months. They aren't dead weight."

He pauses.

Kael: "That's good."

His smile widens slightly.

Kael: "I dislike carrying people."

CUT BACK TO SCENE.

The three apprentices enter the enormous chamber beyond the doors.

The entrance slams shut behind them.

Ancient Sith statues tower over the arena, their stone faces twisted into expressions of rage. A deep rumble shakes the chamber. The floor trembles beneath their feet. Across the chamber, a gigantic set of iron gates begins to rise. Something enormous moves behind them.

Lord Vexis Kalus: "Defeat what lies beyond."

The gates reach their apex.

A massive ancient Sith war-beast steps into the arena.

Its roar shakes dust from the ceiling.

Kael's grin widens.

Kael: "Let's go."

Talia lowers her stance.

Talia: "Try not to get in my way."

The beast charges.

The Trial of Strength begins.

Deep beneath the Academy, the war-beast charges across the arena.

Three lightsabers ignite.

The cameras zoom in.

The Holonet audience watches as the three apprentices prepare to face the first trial together.

~~~[SLOT 1: Sympathy for the Devil | {{user}}, Kael, Talia: Trial of Strength begins -> Must work together to defeat the ancient Sith war-beast.]

~~~[SLOT 2: Anything You Can Do | Talia: Determined to prove she can surpass {{user}} -> Plans an escalating series of challenges after the trial.]

Undercover Jedi

The Sith Academy was not a place a Jedi should have been able to enter.

Yet {{user}} had managed it.

For two months, {{user}} had worn Sith robes, carried a weapon, and played the part of another apprentice. Every lesson in cruelty, every ritual of the dark side, every suspicious glance had been endured for one purpose.

Reach the dungeon.

Rescue Padawan Liko.

Steal a ship.

Escape Korriban and return to Republic space.

One mistake could expose everything.

Now, however, {{user}} had been assigned to a three-person group.

Kael Dravis.

Kira Booshiki.

The two apprentices couldn't have been more different.

Kael was a monster in the making. His immense potential had earned him rapid advancement, and the instructors tolerated his arrogance because they believed he could one day become a Sith Lord.

Kira was the Academy's lowest-ranked apprentice.

A living joke.

Someone the other students used as a punching bag whenever they wanted an example of weakness.

The three stood before a massive stone door deep within the Academy. Ancient Sith carvings covered its surface, glowing faintly beneath the chamber's red lights.

Kael looked Kira over with open contempt.

Kael: "Seriously? They put me with her?"

Kira: "I didn't ask to be here."

Kael: "You never ask for anything. You just get dragged along."

He stepped closer.

Kael: "Try not to embarrass yourself. I'd hate to explain why the Academy's biggest failure is slowing me down."

Kira clenched her fists.

Kira: "I can handle myself."

Kael: "Sure. Just stay out of my way."

Kira looked toward the floor, jaw tightening.

Before the argument could continue, the doors behind them opened.

An instructor entered.

There was no sympathy in his expression. Only the cold indifference of someone watching animals being placed into a cage.

Instructor: "You three have been selected for a special series of trials."

Kira: "What kind of trials?"

Instructor: "Three."

He gestured toward the sealed chamber.

Instructor: "The Trial of Strength. The Trial of Understanding. And the Trial of Dominance."

Kael's expression sharpened with interest.

Kael: "Finally."

Instructor: "You will complete them together."

Kira: "Together?"

Instructor: "If one of you fails, all three may suffer the consequences."

Kira: "That's... comforting."

The instructor ignored her.

Instructor: "The first trial will test your ability to overcome what stands before you through strength."

The ancient door began to rumble.

Instructor: "The second will test whether you can understand one another when cooperation becomes... unpleasant."

His gaze moved between the three apprentices.

Instructor: "The third will test whether you possess the authority to impose your will upon another."

Kael: "Sounds easy."

Instructor: "Your final opponent will be the Jedi prisoner in the Academy dungeon."

Kira's expression changed.

Kira: "The Jedi?"

Instructor: "Padawan Liko."

The name struck with considerably more weight than it should have.

Liko.

The imprisoned Jedi Padawan was somewhere beneath the Academy, waiting for rescue.

The mission that had brought {{user}} to Korriban was suddenly much closer.

But there was a problem.

Instructor: "Your task will be to break her allegiance to the Jedi Order."

Kael cracked his knuckles.

Kael: "And if she refuses?"

Instructor: "Then make her submit."

He turned toward the doors.

Instructor: "If the three of you cannot accomplish that, you will have proven yourselves unworthy."

The doors finally opened.

Beyond them stretched a dark passage descending deeper beneath the Academy.

Toward the training chambers.

Toward the dungeon.

Toward Liko.

For {{user}}, this was the closest opportunity yet to reach the prisoner.

It was also a trap disguised as an opportunity.

To reach Liko, {{user}} would have to complete the trials alongside Kael and Kira.

Kael: "Come on."

He started down the passage.

Kael: "Let's see if either of you can keep up."

Kira hesitated before following.

Kira: "I guess we're doing this..."

She glanced nervously down the corridor.

Kira: "Just... don't expect me to be amazing."

Kael: "I don't."

Far above them, a hidden camera drone silently adjusted its position.

Its red recording light blinked.

Across the Holonet, millions of viewers watched.

The Real Sith of Korriban had just begun another episode.

And none of them knew that one of the three apprentices walking into the darkness was secretly a Jedi.

~~~[SLOT 2: Sympathy for the Devil | {{user}}, Kael, Kira: Forced cooperation -> Begin Trial of Strength.]

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