An inelegant life in an uncivilized age.

I was three years old when my consciousness came to be. I know this because a few months after waking up, I got to celebrate my 4th birthday. Pretty much the day I woke up, I realized I'd been reincarnated into Star Wars. I was fucking pissed.

Don't get me wrong, I don't hate Star Wars. I'm actually a huge fan.

'...…'

Not like a psycho fan, I love it but I don't LOVE LOVE it. I've read a bunch of the legends stuff and a good chunk of the cannon stuff and seen all the movies and tv shows and shit, but I wasn't someone that only loved Star Wars. My existence was not defined by it like some of those psychos on Reddit. I am more than just the sum of my love for Star Wars. I loved a ton of nerdy stuff. 

'Sigh'

How I figured out I reincarnated in a galaxy far far away was simple. My wet nurse was a Twi'lek. I honestly thought she was my mother. However, that hope was quickly dashed as we passed by a mirror. I was a human. 

'Sigh'

I got stuck as a human. I couldn't even be something lit like a Trandoshan or Togruta. Fuck, what id give to have woken up as a Chiss. Sexy Blue aliens? Sign me the fuck up. I did like my name more than my old name though. Vex Eras. Miles better than Jason.

The first chance I got after I learned everything, I quickly typed up every single detail of Star Wars I could remember onto a data pad my parents gave me. 

'Wait, fuck am I the Star Wars equivalent of an iPad baby? ….. No. No, it must be different here? .....'

Anyways, moving on.

Around the time I was 5, I started seeing my father more often. Baron Syko Eras. He was a Sith Baron. 

'SIGH'

'A Sith?'

'Yup!'

That's actually low key hype. The Sith are easily my favorite part of Legends. Bane, Revan, Naga Sadow, and Tulak Hord. Huge Fan. But this guy is a Sith Baron? No Darth title? That feels a bit odd. 

When I looked into it further, I noticed that the Darth title was phased out completely some time ago.

I will say, coming from earth, I was nervous my dad was going to be some dick head brutalist that hit me, but he treated me like gold. Granted, he only treated me so well because my older sister, Zenna Eras, was an apparent prodigy. She had an unusually high midi-chlorian count even as a baby. I, on the other hand, had a meager amount. What I mean is that my sister received all the real Sith lord training, albeit in a much calmer, gentler version than I've ever seen portrayed in Star Wars.

It actually seems like the Sith fell off. Perhaps this is the Sith's flop era. When I started researching, I found out all of Sith space had been cut up into over a hundred pieces, with different noble-ranking Siths each getting a piece of the pie. My father ruled the planet of Ares II. 

So, at this point, I clearly had to take everything way more seriously because I don't ever remember the Siths being separated into nobility. The worst part is I lacked wookieepedia, so I couldn't even look into it. After some thinking, I started asking questions. I was finally able to get an estimate of my era when I asked my father,

"When did Revan Die?"

He looked confused, mostly because he didn't know where I heard the name of a Sith Legend, but to his credit, he stopped and pondered for a moment.

"Oh boy, hmmm. Maybe 2300, maybe 2500 years ago?"

The problem is that once Revan got revived and the cultists were taken care of, apparently his name was largely stricken from Sith history because of the whole light dark balance thing.

So to pinpoint it I exist, to my best guess, somewhere around 1500 BBY - 1200 BBY. The problem is using the battle of Yavin before the battle happens in real time is fucking useless here. In terms of the Sith calendar my father gave me, I was born in the year 346.

I don't even know if I'm in the Cannon timeline or the Legends timeline. Legends, if I had to guess.

'Ugh'

When I was 8, I was playing behind our castle when I realized I wasn't like anyone else in the universe. I had force powers far stronger than I should, and I had all the knowledge to boot. I don't know what the fuck happened when I died, but when I went beyond and woke up here, all my powers from Star Wars the Old Republic came with me. The crazy part is it's like my soul had an extra eight attached to it. I can use Force lightning with no training and no emotion. It's like I'm tapping into my characters from the game and using their strength, hate, and power for free. 

'Now we're cooking with gas.'

This is my fault for not guessing sooner. I forgot it's a trope in reincarnation stories, AKA isekai in my case, to give lazy protags overpowered techniques or systems. It seems in my case I have access to all my old characters as a means to draw from their skills and powers. 

I was able to confirm this further when I snuck out one night and practiced with a training saber. I felt like Neo from The Matrix.

"I know kung fu"

I spoke it into the empty air. Devestad that no one asked me to show them in response. This was truly not my home world. 

I decided to just not use my new found power. I was not the heir to the house nor did I want to be. Zenna and I were pretty close, despite her being two years older than me. She told me I can keep living in the castle no problem once she inherited the Baron title.

The way the Sith decide who the heir of a family is usually done through a fight to the death between potential heirs and heiresses. In my family's case though Zenna was such a prodigy no one even considered I could match her. 

'I love that for me.'

My life on this world has been a bit boring but ultimately chill as fuck. To be clear, this is always the goal. Granted, sometimes I see my dad and Zenna doing some cool hood rat Sith stuff, and it kinda makes me want to larp as one of those Darth's from my memory. 

'Hmmm'

*****

This brings us to today. I am now 13 years old, and my sister is soon going to be sent to Korriban Academy for proper Sith training. Korriban seems to work a bit differently in this era. All Noble children, whether Force sensitive or not, are enrolled into Korriban. They teach nobility stuff and also how to be a commanding officer I guess? I don't know to be honest I wasn't really listening to my dad when he told me I had to go in two years. 

I hear the shuffling of feet walking down the stairs of the upper castle. I'm a bit confused because it's 3 am. My eyes are half glazed in sleep as I was scouring the holonet for top tier shitposts. 

I hear my Father calling to my sister.

"Zenna, come now, Sith lords mustn't dally to respond to reports of suspicious activity."

Behind my father was a very angry Zenna

"Father, this better not be some kind of joke like the last three reports."

They walked by and failed to notice me while I was on the couch. Probably because my presence is so low, I kinda don't pop on people's radar. But I was curious. 

'Where exactly are those two off too?'