Summary: In a strange twist of fate, or perhaps the will of the Force, Jaune Arc becomes a Sith Acolyte apprenticed to Lord Zash. With his faith in Remnant all but shattered, will he bring about his own brand of peace to the galaxy? Or will he bring ruin to all of creation?

*I don't own RWBY or Star Wars The Old Republic.*

"I really am the best." = Normal Speech

'The Dark Side will give me guidance.' = Thoughts

"Beware your master. Beware your apprentice." = Force Ghost Speaking

"This is my domain and soon it will be adorned with your blood!" = Someone Yelling

From Slave To Acolyte!

"Oh, Jauney, would you be a dear and hand me my shears?" asked a kind looking woman with brown hair, fair skin and blue eyes.

"Of course, madam." replied the one known as Jaune.

Walking over with a pair of fabric shears was a young man who looked to be about seventeen years old, almost eighteen, with messy blonde hair, naturally pale skin and blue eyes. He was fairly tall for someone of his age group, but he was kind of on the skinny side. His clothing consisted of a long sleeve maroon tunic, a pair of black pants and a simple pair of shoes. However, he was also wearing a shock collar on the back of his neck, signifying that he is an Imperial slave.

This young man is Jaune Arc, the only son of the Arc family and a former student of Beacon Academy on Remnant. Though he hates it when someone mentions that place along with several people who reside there. Just don't ask me why, as no one quite knows the reason. However, unlike most slaves in the Sith Empire, Jaune was actually bought by a kindly family and made a house slave and assistant to the woman who ran a special boutique that makes custom clothing for Sith, bounty hunters, Imperial Soldiers and the like.

As the family that bought him is kind to him and treats him as a human being rather than a slave, he's never been shocked with the Shock Collar at all. Not even when he accidentally spilled hot apple cider all over the new tablecloth at Thanksgiving last year.

Anyway, Jaune just brought the shears to his mistress, happy to help out in any way he can. He's a very good soul like that.

"Thank you so much, darling." the woman said with a smile.

"Is there anything else I can get for you, Mistress Andrea?" Jaune asked.

"I really could use a cup of tea when you get the chance." she replied.

"Right away, ma'am!" Jaune said with a salute.

As he left to the boutique's kitchen to prepare the tea for his mistress, he thought about his life back at the home of the family that bought him. They are a rich family loyal to the Sith Empire, but they don't flaunt their wealth around like most nobles do. They prefer living on a simple farm house as opposed to a mansion. But they do own a hundred acres of land; more than enough room for the children to run around.

Andrea and her husband, Mark, have three beautiful children. All of them are human/Zabrak hybrids that love Jaune like he was their own big brother. The children include two boys named Eekro and Vravu, and a little girl named Aatrig.

Jaune smiled and chuckled to himself as he poured the hot water into a tea kettle and placed a bag of tea leaves into it. He remembers all of the good times he's had with this kind family. Helping Mark with fixing up and restoring old school speeder bikes and cars for his collection, running this boutique with Andrea, reading Aatrig bedtime stories, and even regaling Eekro and Vravu with tales of his own adventures back on Remnant.

Yeah, despite being seen as a slave, he's got himself a pretty great family here. He's just happy that he was bought by this kind family and not some corrupt politician or a haughty and arrogant Sith Lord who would probably only use him as free labor. Or possibly as a lab experiment. Both of those are fates worse than death.

As Jaune walked back into the boutique with the tea and a few cups, he saw Andrea speaking to a Sith Lord. An Inquisitor who helps run things at the Sith Academy on Korriban, to be precise.

The man is a good deal taller than Jaune with short, graying hair and tan skin, but he has a body type that makes him look both fat and muscular at the same time. He wears typical Sith Inquisitor robes and has this intricate looking war paint on the sides of his mouth and eyes.

"Oh, uh, I wasn't aware that we had a customer, milady." Jaune said to Andrea. "Uh, should I… come back later?"

"There is no need for you to go anywhere, young man, I haven't come to simply speak about fashion. I've come on official business in regards to you." the Inquisitor said.

"Me? What about me, if you don't mind my asking?" Jaune asked with a raised eyebrow.

As he set the tray down, he offered the Sith a cup of tea, which the man graciously accepted. He seemed much more approachable than most of the Sith that have come through this boutique. Still, he wasn't about to let his guard down. That attitude is the same as a certain silver haired, cane walking, coffee guzzling SOMEONE who shall not be named.

"Jaune, I would like you to meet Inquisitor Zyn of the Sith Academy. He has come here on my request to test you in Force Sensitivity." Andrea explained.

"Indeed. Tell me, Jaune, who exactly were your parents before you became a slave?" Zyn inquired.

Jaune sat down on a nearby chair as he recalled his family, and how much different he was from them. How they all seemed so much more gifted than he was in combat, but how his own mind seemed to be sharper than all of theirs combined.

"My father's name is Joseph Arc, the man who married Marianne Arc. They both had crimson red skin and these odd growths on their faces, but while my dad has piercing yellow eyes, my mom had these gentle blue eyes that could seem as cold as ice when she gets mad." Jaune answered. "But the odd thing about it is that I don't look much like either of them. Both of them have red skin and black hair, but my skin is pale and my hair is blonde. The only thing I inherited from them is my mom's blue eyes and their philosophy to protect the innocent. I don't even have their proficiency in combat!"

"Ah, I suspected as much." Zyn said. "You see, Jaune, your father and mother are Dark Council members who are specialists in the Light Side of the Force, and retired from the life of the Sith to try and live a peaceful life on Remnant. But they certainly hadn't anticipated the Foul Creatures of Grimm that infest the planet, and so began to train their children in the ways of the Sith. As a matter of fact, the reason they both look the way they do is because they are members of the Pureblood Sith species. A crimson race of conquerors who first harnessed the power of the Dark Side in order to fight their Jedi adversaries."

Jaune was surprised by this. THAT'S why his parents and sisters look the way they do? Why hadn't his mom and dad ever told him about his heritage, and why does he look completely human? Was he adopted, by chance? Is that why he's the only other male amongst seven female offspring?

As if reading Jaune's thoughts, which he probably did using the Force, Inquisitor Zyn spoke up and began to explain some things.

"You are most certainly not adopted, mister Arc, you are indeed Pureblood Sith. You merely need to break free of this horrible shell that someone by the name of Ozpin stuck you in so he could suppress your true power and make you feel like an outcast amongst your family and your peers! He did this by using a combination of Dust and technology to alter your appearance as well as all but sever your connection to the Force. But there is a way to rid yourself of the effects, even as you are now."

"Inquisitor Zyn has with him a special device, a Holocron, that can restore a Force User's Midichlorian count back to what it was before any form of interference happened. By using this, Inquisitor Zyn can not only return you to your true form, but he can also restore your connection to the Living Force. If you do this, you will be allowed to attend the Sith Academy and train to become a true Inquisitor or Warrior of the Sith." Andrea added.

Jaune was stunned. He couldn't believe this. Ozpin was the one to make him look like an ordinary human and nearly severed his connection to the Force? But why would he do that? What was his motivation?

Now, Jaune may be ignorant to a lot of things, how to get a girlfriend included, but that doesn't mean he's stupid. His parents taught him all about the Living Force that flows all around the universe. It speaks to his family. Gives them strength and guidance. Aids them in combat with their bloody red blades that are Lightsabers. And if he is one of them, then this means that all this time he was supposed to be much stronger than he is now.

And Pyrrha's training in the use of a sword and shield (or lack thereof) certainly didn't make him any stronger. If anything, her training was holding him back from reaching his full potential.

"What do I have to do in order to restore who I truly am, My Lord?" Jaune asked.

Inquisitor Zyn took a sip from the tea that Jaune had prepared before taking out the Holocron in question. He handed it to Jaune and instructed the boy to sit on the floor in a lotus position.

"Simply meditate where you are right now. Open yourself up to your emotions. Relax your body and your mind. Feel the power of the Force as it flows around you, and let it bring you the strength that you were so wrongfully denied!"

Jaune nodded, took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Slowly but surely, an aura of dark red and black energy began flowing around him. It didn't feel evil, but more of a darker and more powerful energy than his Aura ever was. Using a scanner, Inquisitor Zyn checked the boy's Midichlorian count and was shocked.

Jaune's strength in the Force was greater than most other Acolytes in his age group! Easily at a count of twenty five thousand! Soon, Jaune began to rise up into the air as his appearance started to change. His hair began to darken until it was more of a red color while keeping its messy look, and his skin darkened until it was a very reddish obsidian color. All along his lower jaw line, the sides of his upper jaw and his chin grew these tendrils that resembled a mustache-beard combo, but as he settled down onto the ground and opened his eyes, everyone saw that they retained their deep blue color that he'd inherited from his mother.

Jaune looked down at his hands and smiled as electrical energy from the Force began to crackle at his fingertips. He'd never felt this kind of power before, and it looks like both Andrea and Inquisitor Zyn are pleased at the results.

"So, tell me, My Lord… How soon can I enroll in the Sith Academy?" Jaune asked.

*To Be Continued…*

And so begins the first chapter of a new continuum of Star Wars and RWBY! I hope you guys enjoy the story idea, because I want to try and make it as great as I possibly can. I just hope to get plenty of good reviews for it. Anyway, I'll see you all next time!