The Sith don't take compliments.

Travel in Star Wars was not *nearly* as fast as the movies made it seem. It took weeks to arrive at Korriban, and oh boy did it not disappoint. Korriban...was horrifyingly powerful. After weeks of boredom within my little starfighter, I had finally made a connection. I noticed that I could feel a slight presence within the back of my mind. It was hard to explain, but it was almost like a ringing in your ears, you only noticed it if you focused on it.

That little ring turned into a mental foghorn when I jumped into the planetary field of the Sith homeworld. It was... beautiful in its palpability, and it made me wonder, why couldn't I feel this on Tython, or could I and I just didn't notice it?

I was brought out of my thoughts when a transmission came over my broad-range system.

"Starfighter Dawn's Liberation, state your business, this is Brotherhood territory."

How...do I phrase this.

"I'm here for the academy."

I spent a long time waiting for a response, then a different voice went over the intercom." We are sending a craft to escort you down."

A shuttle that I didn't recognize came out to greet me, escorted by a few fighters. They asked permission before placing me under a tractor hold, and they brought me planetside. When I was within planetary defense range, they released me to land.

When he got out of the cockpit, he saw a man in a robe, escorted by a group of soldiers, walk towards me, and stop, shake, and step backward.

"What...What are you?", the robed man said in one of the shakiest voices he had ever heard, well....he was only a couple of months old, so he didn't have a lot to go on. "Is that a question I'm supposed to answer or was it rhetoric?"

"You are...where were you trained?"

"I wasn't."

"Impossible."

"I can't so much as lift a feather."

"That...is unbelievable, but if you could lie to me, this would be irrelevant. Come, we must learn who you are."

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I was greeted with an interrogation. A long, painful interrogation. I was also learned that my skin regrew very quickly....after they tried to flay me. I told myself that, by the end of this, it would be worth it.... hopefully.

The reason they chose to attempt to flat me, was that I couldn't answer a *single* question they had for me.

"Name?"

"Malekith"

"Surname"

"Not a clue"

"Malekith Starsearcher"

"Where did that come from?"

"It is a name my homeworld gives to orphans from other planets, it's what came to mind.

Homeworld?"

"Tython."

"Never heard of it, wild space?"

"Deep core."

"That....is interesting. Age?"

"I....don't know actually. You lose track of time when you're alone."

"Well, that's a problem. Where would you place it?"

"Maybe 25?"

"Why not."

"You seem very unconcerned with my lack of complete answers."

"It is not within my pay grade to care."

"Fair enough."

From there they scanned all of my biometrics and were not surprised to see nothing come up within their databases. Seeing as I was about a suspicious as Priest in a daycare, they brought in 'intelligence' to handle my case.

The agent, a lovely women by the name of Calista, put me through a preliminary test to see if I was an agent. When I couldn't tell her how I grew up, how I knew about the academy, or how I navigated myself to the most secure planet within brotherhood controlled space, I realized that I didn't think this through, and so did she. At first they tried to make an incision on my cheek, an intimidation tactic and they watched with mild surprise as it neatly stitched back together.

"Well fuck."

"Don't worry, you'll be screaming things much worse than this by the end."

And that's how I discovered how easy it was to control the force, and lose some control over other things, during a fight or flight response to an unreasonably attractive agent threatening to cause you bodily harm. In my defense, my spatial memory was perfect.