(New Life.)

Chapter two:

Cale followed his new mentor through the hallways of the Korriban Academy, it seemed like a huge deal for a slave to enter the academy, he got plenty of stares on his way. He took Cale to his new chambers, and was met by a young Zabrak boy, his horn's sharpened to a point and his tribal tattoos on his face in the shape of a human skull.

Lord Rankin? Who is this? The boy asked.

This is Cale Lestin, my new apprentice and your roommate. Replied Darth Rankin. The boy looked at Cale with a glare of envy.

This is Venrin, an acolyte and among the strongest of your age group. He then whispered to Cale, Beware of him, he is extremely dangerous with a training saber. Darth Rankin then left him with the Zabrak.

You think you're special? Venrin sneered. Cale looked at him and shrugged. He didn't need to answer to him. You gonna answer me, fresh blood? Venrin asked him. Cale looked him in the eyes and clenched his fist. Suddenly, Venrin began choking and grasping at his throat, as the Stormtrooper's had. At every step Cale took towards him, his throat tightened up more. Suddenly Rankin returned and saw Venrin on his knees holding at his neck. Cale! Enough! Rankin demanded. Cale scowled at the Zabrak, then released him. The weakened acolyte coughed and grasped for breath. He crouched down and whispered to Venrin. You should thank the Force that Rankin came in, or you'd be dead on the floor right now. He spat on his horned brow and stood up, then he bowed to his Master.

Cale report to the duelist master, Lord Zyn, he will train you in the dark arts. Darth Rankin instructed. Here is your equipment. He handed Cale a practice saber, a black cloak with a hood, and a pair of slacks and padded boot's. He expects you there shortly. Said Darth Rankin. Yes, my Lord, I will leave immediately. Replied Cale Lestin. He put on his gear and swung the practice saber around in a figure of 8, then steathed it on his back. He proceeded down the hallway to the training room where he was greeted by an obese, elderly Sith with markings on his face. Cale could feel the dark side ripping from him. The Sith smiled and nodded. Ah, acolyte, you must be the one Darth Rankin spoke. Said Zyn. Cale nodded and bowed. I am, my Lord. He smiled warmly and replied.

Bah, I do not need to be recognized by such a title, Zyn is fine, my lordship is young expired young one. Said Zyn. Cale shrugged and looked around. My Master said I would come here for training. Replied Cale Lestin. Zyn nodded and gestured his head. On the other side of the room, there was a empty space, elevated slightly with a bunch of other acolytes.

You are not the only one Rankin has chosen, Cale. Zyn chuckled. If you want to become a Sith Lord, you need to fight for it, then you shall receive my instruction. Replied Zyn. Cale looked at the arena, hesitant if he was able to accomplish such a task. Remember, Zyn continued. The dark side is your ally, let your anger, your passion, your desire for survival and the title of Sith Lord be your fuel for strength, and victory. Replied Zyn. Cale nodded and unsheathed his weapon, then engaged the power, and headed for the arena. He would not die as a slave, he would not die as a acolyte, he would become a Sith Lord. My the Force protect anyone who dared stand in my way... because it's victory, or death...