Lightside Sith 013

AN: This is a bit of a world building chapter. I really want to include more aliens in my stories, and think that's a cool thing about the setting. Also just want to show the MC living life. It can't all be laser battles, plots, Dooku's Darkside discrepancies or fucking up Anakin's marriage…a man has to do what he's got to do to get that LP, damnit! 

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During the five day journey from Serenno to Ord Mantell-the hyperlane gods had been kind & it wasn’t the projected six to seven-Kaine had tried interrogating Qui-Gon regarding his note to Dooku, but most annoyingly, he was ghosting him! The damned Jedi Master hadn't said a word during the entire trip. 

Spending those days in frustration, although he studied the ancient Sith tome, he didn't learn anything new. He had some ideas, and had practiced a little more, but was still a ways from mastering his next spell. Otherwise, he worked out lifting weights, watched funny videos on the holonet, kept abreast with the developments of the war, and did some research on various topics. 

Some good news did come through, however, and Obi-Wan had sent him a message, confirming that the information Kaine had used to establish trust was legit. As a result, the lightsaber training droid was being delivered to a holding company on Serenno. 

Besides that, it was a mostly uneventful journey. 

Exiting hyperspace, Kaine once again engaged his stealth drive. The fewer people who associated this ship with the CIS, the better. Ord Mantell, for all the influence that the criminal elements held, was still a major Republic world. Maintaining a population in the billions, and sitting upon a trio of corridors that led from the Mid Rim to the Core, it was one of the most vital trade hubs in the galaxy. Consequently, as the gateway to the heart of the Republic, and a protectorate of Corellia-the original colonists of this world-Ord Mantell had a permanent contingent of clone troopers on the surface, as well as three Venators, two frigates, and three corvettes patrolling the system. 

Flying towards the location of his meeting, the capital city of Worlport, Kaine was reminded once again just how many people there were in the Star Wars galaxy. A constant stream of starships were exitng & entering hyperspace about every five to ten minutes. The permanent population of Ord Mantell was about twenty billion, with about 500 million temporary workers, merchants, and guests on any given day. 

Lush with jungles, volcanic islands, large oceans, a handful of deserts, etc it was a world with a diverse biome not so different from Earth's. Having contacted & paid for parking at a discreet private hangar, the equivalent to air-bnb, Kaine smoothly landed the Odachi in a fancy garage for a cool 1,000 credits a day. The cost was enough to make any normal man cough blood, but after scamming 50k credits from those idiots on Naboo, Kaine was ready to bleed. 

Besides, Ord Mantell, specifically, Worlport was notorious for gambling. He was certain he would be pissing away money faster than he could drink water during this trip. He also intended to use the Force to help him win big a handful of times. Conveniently, Durge was due to meet him inside the famed casino, Lady Fate. 

Exiting the hangar wearing his Sith Warrior/cannon fodder outfit, Kaine breathed in the salty air, and looked out over a beautiful beach. Renting both a hangar & a private house, he saw plenty of pretty Twi'lek girls running around playing volleyball, and other people enjoying their day. 

An Aqualish wearing a captain's hat was piloting a fast luxury hover boat across the waves, a beautiful Togruta mistress was behind him, stroking his beard. Two Wookiee adolescents were building a sandcastle, and a buff shirtless red Zabrak was hitting on a pink skinned Zeltron babe, only to get slapped in the face, and laughed at by his Human friends. Tens of thousands of Humans & aliens; Rodians, Ithorians, Sayormi, Sullestans, and too many to count were in the sand or ocean enjoying the lovely tropical weather. 

Seeing as he had several days to resolve his mission, he figured he could take this as an opportunity to farm some LP. Afterall, the good people of Ord Mantell deserved his caring touch, right? Quick-changing out of his edgelord outfit, Kaine was wearing a pair of swim trunks, and a simple black mask that covered the lower half of his face. 

Walking along the beach, he saw a weight lifting competition where a big sign crossing out Wookiees & other big aliens was on display. Noticing this speciesist affront, Kaine decided to educate them never to judge a person by their appearance. Now, Kaine was by no means small, and was quite well developed, but the men at this event were all built like Schwarzenegger or Mark Henry. Absolute units of men. A big white furry Talz blinked his four eyes, and tooted his long cylindrical mouth as he lifted a deadlift of about 2,000lbs! For comparison's sake, the heaviest on Earth was 1,124. Next, a jacked Human lifted 2,100lbs, much to Kaine's shock. 

“Surprised that a Human can lift that much, hm? Between genetic modification, stims, and cybernetics, anything can happen. Of course, there is a limit to how much is allowed in this event.” A mouse-like Sullestan said from the side. 

Looking at the shorty with huge, wide ears, Kaine was reminded of an overly buff Mickey Mouse. Shaking his head, Kaine reminded himself that this was Star Wars. Where all sorts of incredible, impossible things took place. Hell, he was a Space Wizard for Force's sake! 

Stepping forward, Kaine went up to the 2k weight, and tried to lift it. He sort of got it off the ground a few inches, showcasing just how strong a Pureblood Sith was. However, this was his limit. Just as the Taz began to honk something derogatory, Kaine slapped the weights with [Telekinesis] and ‘effortlessly’ held it above his head. Making sure to stare into the black four eyes of the furry white alien, and holding it up for an extra few seconds, he gently lowered it like it weighed nothing. 

+1LP floated up in the air as he asserted dominance over a lesser foe. 

However, Kaine was unsatisfied with these paltry gains, and had become somewhat addicted to lifting. After that, he went up to every participant, and did that classic YouTuber workout bro thing where he lifted juust above their max limit, and made it look easy. 

In short, he was a raging asshole, aka, a model Lightside Sith. 

+1LP's repeatedly wafted up into the air, and farming was never easier. Eventually, he was pushed forward by some announcer, and he-alongside two others-had gone up onto a stage for the main event. 

“How exciting, give a round of applause for our finalists!” A slug-like looking brown skinned Ithorian wearing an astronomical amount of sunscreen & an umbrella hat above his head said through his translator. 

The spectators clapped along, and the competition began. 

An orange Devaronian with sharp devil horns, and muscles upon muscles was roaring at the top of his lungs as he went through a series of weights. 1k, 2k, 3k, 4k, 5k, he finally stopped at 5,500lbs, sweating up a streak. 

Hissing like a madman, an all black Trandoshian did the exact same routine, making it up to 6,000lbs. 

Of course, when Kaine stepped forward, he held the weights for a few seconds instead of instantly dropping them. By the time he got to 10,000 it was difficult for him as an Acolyte (mid) to lift much more, so he called it there. Tossing 10k worth of weights off to the side like it was nothing, he stretched, and let out a long yawn. 

“Champion, what is your name?! Are you going to attend the next Summer Slam Strongman competition? Do you have any words for your thousands of fans out there?” The Ithorian came forward with a microphone, and gestured towards a camera.

Meanwhile, a sexy green Twi'lek girl wrapped a bigass belt around his waist-like the kind a fighting champ might wear-and rubbed up against him suggestively. 

Kaine grabbed the girl in a tight sidehug-not that he had any intentions towards her-violently pointed at the camera, and began to talk in his best generic pro-wrestler impression. 

“Listen up, brothers. You weak sissies don't have what it takes to beat me. I'm on that mountain top, and I'm calling Jedi Master Mace Windu out. I've heard he's the baddest man in the galaxy, but he can't get none of this!” Kaine then kissed the Twi'lek girl full on the lips, and flexed for the camera. “Because there ain't no stopping the Big Red Machine, brother, oh yeah!” 

Every jealous dude in the venue, and pissed off pro weight lifter was instantly triggered, and a wave of +1's & even a couple +2's or 5's by those who were reaaallly pissed were added to his LP pool. Saving a life was only worth 1LP, but the true path of the Lightside Sith was in gaslighting others. 

Grinning like an idiot, Kaine knew he was being stupid, but cheesing a weight lifting competition to make everyone feel inferior to his innately superior Sith biology was simply the pinnacle of what a Lightside Sith ought to do. What's that, the Force isn't genetic? Sorry, but any Pureblood Sith who doesn't have the Force isn't really Sith! 

Leaving the Ithorian announcer stunned in silence, Kaine walked off the stage, and disappeared along the beachside boardwalk. 

“...well, there you have it folks, the Big Red Machine has called out Jedi Master Mace Windu of all people! Next month's Summer Slam Strongman competition is sure to be killer!” 

Whistling a jaunty tune, Kaine was happy, since that little stunt had only cost him two hours of time, and netted him 257LP. He had only just arrived on Ord Mantell, and things were looking up for him! 

Unironically, each defeat over those bodybuilders was a ‘conquest.’ There were certain rituals, and spells that required a man to have ‘defeated a thousand foes’ and more. To draw upon the power of the ancestors, things like claiming planets, taking slaves, and personally defeating people was very real. There were even sections of his book that wouldn't become visible until he met certain prerequisites. 

In a way, by acting through competition, instead of slaughtering innocents in the streets, he was a model Sith. A true paragon, and enlightened individual. Only the truly vile, or those who were attempting to claim his life would be on the receiving end of his lightsaber. Just like that Twi'lek who shot at him upon Ryloth, Kaine wasn't afraid to throw down when necessary. But why cause needles harm, when to farm LP, all he had to do was show off his superiority? 

Whilst he was at the beach, Kaine went on to enter several more conflicts. At one point, he picked up the Zeltron babe in front of the Zabrak, then dumped her shortly thereafter. Then, knocking the Aqualish guy wearing the captain's hat out, he took his hover sailboat, and Togruta mistress on a joyride~. He also went on to destroy the Twi'lek volleyball team, and experienced a private dance show after joining them for an undefeated run. 

A dozen other minor events & side quests took place until he was back at the space-bnb hangar, drinking some coconut-like fruit juice, and enjoying the sunset. 

Several hundred LP richer, and more than halfway to Acolyte (high), Kaine wondered what the good people of Ord Mantell would have in store for him tomorrow? 

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AN: As per usual with my stories, getting to ‘strongish’ is easy, he'll advance to Sith Lord (low) relatively soon. But becoming a Darth will become somewhat more challenging. I'm also thinking about foregoing prestige classes in this story, but idk, what do you guys think?