Hey everyone, UCCMaster here!

I want to thank Lord Revan Flame for his OC form. I instantly found inspiration and have already begun drawing outlines for this new OC. Anyways, I still would love to see some more inspiration and ideas. My OC form is still below and don't be shy. Send any thoughts and ideas that you may have. It only takes a few minutes and I know those die hard swtor fans have ideas for my Revanites and Tythos Knights. I will say teenagers and middle schoolers are more welcome than adults as this story is about a group of middle schoolers. Anyways, enjoy this new chapter of the Tythos. Please Rate and Review!

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"My lord, I have found him, but there's a complication."

"…go on."

"Well my lord, the candidate lacks…personality. He would never join us, much less succeed."

"I don't have time for excuses agent. You will bring me the boy or I will send someone who can."

Imperial Academy, Anaxes
13 BBY, 1200 Hours

"Oh my word Taranto, what happened to you?"

Taranto had just sat down at his desk during his study period when Ra'chelle had appeared right beside him. "It's nothing for you to worry about."

"Nothing to worry about? Taranto, you have a black eye and bruises all over. You need to tell someone."

Taranto glared at her. "Go away."

It was all her fault anyways. She had started the entire torture session. Maybe if she left him alone he could have peace.

"What's wrong with you? You get beat up and you decided to cower and not do anything about it?"

Taranto felt his cheeks reddening in anger. He had just about enough of this girl. "Why do you care? I've only known you for a day and you act as if we're best friends. You've just been annoying and a pest. I just want to be left alone, and if you care: you'll let me be."

Her expression was horrified. After a minute, her expression darkened to a snarl. "Well, if you really feel that way, then fine. Be that way. I only befriended you because I thought you were different from everyone else, but you're just a coward who pushes everyone away for no reason, then fine. For some reason, I thought you were special, but all I see now is a wimp." With that, she twisted around and stomped off.

The rest of the day and well into the next week, Taranto avoided the fuming girl, however hard as it was. Since many instructors had originally seen the two get along pretty well, they decided to pair them up as study partners, much to their displeasure. Whenever they tried to work together, it merely ended up in an awkward silence and tension. Finally, Ra'chelle had enough.

It had been a week since their original argument and Taranto had settled himself down for lunch when he noticed the brunette waiting for him, a glare resonating than her red eyes. Taranto, uncomfortable with her presence, decided to wait for her. Unfortunately, it seemed she was waiting for him as well. After yet another awkward silence, the girl let out a sigh before beginning.

"Ok listen here Taranto; we can't keep acting like this."

Taranto cocked his head up at her. "Why not? Maybe I like ignoring you." He sarcastically retorted.

"No you don't," she replied flatly, "As much as you hate to admit it, we need to get this awkwardness out of the way if either of us want to succeed here. So I need to know: what happened that caused you to be so hostile to me?"

"Why do you care?"

"It's because I don't care that I need to know. I'm worried about my own grades and I can't do my job if you keep playing tough to get. So suck it up and tell me what's on your mind."

Taranto really wanted to ignore her, but she wasn't going to let up. She grabbed his head until their faces were inches apart. He could unconsciously smell the shampoo she used, it was a sweet smelling Nabudian dew. Wait? Why did he care?

"Get this in your head kid, I'm not going to leave you alone until you man up here and tell me what's wrong. We need to work together rather than against each other, so start talking."

Taranto froze in terror. With that glare, you could forget that she was a happy, friendly girl, and was instead a professional interrogator from the Imperial Security Bureau. Suddenly, being quiet and compliant seemed like a better idea than playing tough.

"Fine, I'll tell you, okay?"

She didn't let go. "Keep talking"

He quickly collected his thoughts before stammering. "Some bullies noticed you being friendly to me and warned me to stay away from you unless I wanted you to get hurt."

He let out a breath. "That better?"

The girl's face changed drastically. The intimidating hardness gave way to shock and surprise which led to a faint…smile? "Aww Taranto, you would do that for me? I'm touched."

"Hey! You guys should kiss!"

The two teens turned to see the entire cafeteria staring at them and grinning. Ra'chelle blushed really hard and before facing Taranto to realize that the entire time she had been holding him, their faces had only been inches from each other. She quickly released him and pushed him away from her, causing him to lose his balance and fall off the bench.

"Ouch" he moaned.

The girl placed her hands over her mouth in shock. "By the Force Taranto, I'm so sorry." She quickly stood up and rushed over to his side. The two gazed at each other for an awkward moment before the girl held out her hand to the boy, smiling.

"I think we got off to a bad start. Can we start over again?"

Taranto, normally shy, felt a smile coming on. "Sure, why not?"

The girl's eyes beamed at him. "Great! I'm Ra'chelle Shinto."

"Taranto Shan" he said, taking the brunette's hand.

"Great to meet you. I foresee that we'll be great friends." The two sat back at the table, and resumed eating, the beginning of a blooming friendship.

"Any contact?"

"Not much, but I'm still digging. I have a few leads I'm following."

"You'd best hurry. We've intercepted transmissions between the Revanites and an unknown individual inside the school."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm saying that they're getting impatient and are sending reinforcements."

"…what sort of reinforcements?"

"Your guess is as good as mine. But that's not the only bad news."

"What else?"

"…the ISB is getting suspicious. We're getting confirmed reports of an inquisitor heading your way for an investigation. So hurry up and find the target. You need to get to it first and retrieve or eliminate him."


"There is no contemplation, only duty."


How was that? I know it's a little short, but I'm trying to get to the Tython as soon as possible. I'm still taking OCs. I've only received one from Lord Revan Flame and he was accepted immediately. So any OCs you have on your mind or want to see in the story I'd love to read your ideas. I have examined the site, this is the first ever story like this. The other one similar didn't even get past SWTOR period.

May the Force of the Lord God Almighty be with you, Always!


Here's the OC form:

Character name:

Loyalty/loyalties: (Revanite, Tythos, Imperial Security Bureau [works for the Inquisitor], Imperial Academy)

Age: (I'm focusing on Imperial Academy is middle school)

Occupation: (If they're undercover)


Preferred weapon and style: (Tythos are Jedi only [feel free to vary the lightsaber and preferred forms], Revanites could have Sith among them, feel free to vary weapons and forms [lightsaber], Imperials have no Force adepts [Agent Kalus guys], students don't require weapons)


Role/Inspiration: (What would you want to see from this character?)

Example one is

Character name: Taranto Shan

Loyalty/loyalties: Academy-Tythos

Age: 13

Occupation: Middle School student

Appearance/race: Human male, fair skin, short brown black hair, a little shorter than average, scrawny, blue grey eyes

Preferred weapon and style: green lightsaber, practitioner of Shii Cho form

Personality: shy, timid, prefers to avoid a fight if possible, but doesn't want others to get hurt

Role/Inspiration: Taranto is the main protagonist of the story and will reluctantly take arms against the Revanites