Hey everyone, UCCMaster here!

I first want to apologize about all the delays. With school, my grandfather's sudden passing, and depression on my head, it's been hard to find time to write. Add on my writer's block as well. I want to thank all the people who's already favorited and follow the Tythos and I promise there are chapters to come. But for now, enjoy the next chapter of the Tythos!

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Chapter 2

"Are you sure?"

"They're definitely making a move. We have good sources that verify this information."

"Why are we saving the Empire? Why don't we just let the two go at each other and make the job this much easier for us?"

"Think about it! Would you rather a blind, incompetent, wannabe Sith be on the throne? Or would you rather have a group of very powerful and evil tyrants and masterminds there?"

"…point taken."

"Then get going! We don't have much time to lose."

Imperial Academy, Anaxes
13BBY, 0815 Hours

"Class, today we have a new student."

Taranto rubbed his eyes as he raised his head off his desk to observe the new student. She was a tanned girl a little taller than himself. Her braided brunette hair fell past her shoulders. When she noticed his stare, she turned and shot him a timid smile. Blushing slightly, Taranto fell out of his chair. His face turned red with embarrassment as the entire class giggled.

"This is Ra'chelle Shinto, she's from Ord Mantell. Please show her around and make her feel welcome here." The teacher turned to her. "Maybe you'd like to introduce yourself."

The girl sighed a little before continuing. "My name is Ra'chelle Shinto, I'm honored to meet you guys. I can't wait to get to know each of you guys personally."

"Miss Shinto, please take a seat next to Mr. Shan."

As she took her seat, she smiled at him again. "You're Mr. Shan right?"

"Taranto!" He quickly stuttered out, "My name is Taranto, but you can call me…uh…Taranto."

She giggled slightly. "Oh, you're funny."

The rest of the morning went along without any developments. Soon enough, the buzzer sounded, and Taranto soon found himself sitting alone in front of the cafeteria table. As always, he ate his ration cubes covered in "gravy" alone. He was always alone; nobody really cared or noticed him. He was quite the anti-social guy, a person who was so shy that he found it hard to hold a good conversation. The only reason he was at such a prestigious academy was because his parents were high up officers in the Imperial Navy and he was smart.

"Hi Taranto, mind if I sit here?"

Taranto jerked up in surprise to see Ra'chelle standing across from him. "Um…sure?" he muttered out.

"Thanks!" the brunette smiled as she took a seat. Taranto really didn't know how to respond. He had never sat with anyone since he had first arrived a year before. Anyone who knew anything about him knew that he never got along with anybody; anyone who tried faced the bully penalty. But here was someone his age, a girl none the less, sitting across from him, smiling.

After an awkward silence, Ra'chelle spoke first. "So, is this the special table for ghosts? Is that why you are sitting by yourself?"

Taranto stared at her. "Why are you sitting here? Nobody in the right mind wants to sit with me."

"I don't know!" She shrugged. "I guess I have a knack for noticing special people. You seemed lonely, and I'm new here, so I thought you could show me the ropes."

He glared at her. "Then I'd suggest you leave. Unless you want to end up dead in an alleyway, you'll want to forget you ever met me. The only talent I have is being targeted. Go ask someone else to be your friend."

She chuckled. "Come on Taranto, it can't be that bad. I mean, we're only thirteen. What's the worst that can happen here?"

"You don't want to know."

Suddenly, her kind, fun demeanor switched off for a moment as she stared into eyes. "Tell me: why is it so dangerous to be your friend?"

"I don't want to talk about it, ok? Just go away."

"What if I don't' want to? I need a guide. Why don't you show me around? I'm a big girl here. I can take care of myself." She glared at him.

Taranto felt a pinch of fear seize his heart as she smiled at him. "Ok I guess."

The two sat in silence, quietly eating the tasteless cubes on their trays. After a few minutes, the buzzer rang out and the two went their separate ways, Taranto heading to Galactic Geography and Ra'chelle to Basic. But almost as soon as Ra'chelle disappeared, he felt strong hands slam him into one of the lockers.

"So Baby Taranto got himself a girlfriend! Ooh! And she's hot!" One boy jeered.

"She doesn't deserve a pipsqueak like you." Another one taunted.

Taranto grunted, but didn't respond. "Go away," he muttered, "I need to get to class."

"Oh, but that's your problem, not ours." The first bully laughed, "Besides, we still need to teach you and your girlfriend a lesson."

Taranto's eyes widen in fear. "No, you can't do that. She's innocent."

"Does that mean anything to us? No! You should have warned her ahead of time. Now it's time to face the consequences."

A few minutes later, the janitor opened the locker door to reveal a battered and bruised Taranto. He raised an eyebrow. "Seriously? I thought I told you to stand up against those thugs."

"It's no use sir. You know how those thugs are." He countered as he gathered his holopads and began limping his way to class, already ten minutes late. Things were just great. The entire galaxy seemed to blame him for everything. He was just minding his own business and suddenly the galaxy decided to punish him. All because a girl decided to talk to him. Could his life get any worse?

"Any contact?"



"I can't seem to figure out what they want here. The Empire's definitely not doing anything special here."

"Now, listen here. We never said it was going to be easy. Keep looking; you've got to find the infiltrator. Remember he or she could be anyone."

"Alright, I'll keep my eyes open."

"Remember the Code but also keep an open heart as well. You never know what you might find there."

"Right, the last time a…" *distant knocking*

"I see your time is up. May the Force be with You."

How was that? I apologize for the shortness of the chapter. For those of you who actually read the author's notes, I want to let you know, that as much as I love this setting, I'm at a story roadblock. I love the setting, but I can't figure out where to go with this story. Thus I am opening up the story to you. Any ideas, characters, and conflicts that you might have, I'll gladly look into. I might not use your character or idea in the end, but I'm open to ideas. Here's the OC form:

Character name:

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

Age: (Currently looking for some Tythos)

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?)

I hope to see some great ideas and will take anything I can get. Other chapters for other stories will be posted as soon as I can get something written down. Thanks for all your support for this story! I don't to ask you to Rate and Review, since I already asked it.

May the Force of the Lord God Almighty be with You Always!