I got this idea after reading a few Fairly OddParents stories. I've tried to write Fairly OddParents stories before, but with no success. Hopefully, this time will be different. I hope you all enjoy the story.

*I don't own Fairly OddParents or Star Wars: The Old Republic!*

Dialogue Key

"I wish Vicky had a fish head!" = Regular Speech

'Oh great! The wand not working 'PBBLPT!' noise!' = Thoughts

"May the Force be with you." = Someone Yelling

Leaving Home! The Tomb of Ajunta Pall!

Fifteen year old Timmy Turner sighed as he leaned down against his desk. He was in the middle of a homework assignment given to him by his new teacher in High School, Mister Cocker. But unlike the Elementary School teacher that Timmy used to know, Denzil Crocker, this particular member of the Crocker family, Denzil's second cousin twice removed, is totally sane. He doesn't believe in things like Genies, Fairies, leprechauns, or anything of the supernatural. And unlike Denzil, his cousin's ear isn't located on his neck, he doesn't have a hunch, and his nose is smaller.

But Timmy's mind isn't focused on his work. It's focused on the three people who are no longer in his life. His Fairy Godparents, Cosmo and Wanda, and his Fairy Godbrother, Poof. The three of them had to go away forever when Timmy turned fourteen after stopping Denzil from unleashing an unspeakable evil that would have destroyed both the human world, the Fairies, Anti Fairies, Pixies, hell just about every single magical species out there, sentient or otherwise.

With quite a bit of effort on their part, Timmy and his fairies were able to not only stop Denzil's crazy scheme, but also get the guy locked away in a funny farm where he's unable to torment children or chase after fairies ever again. But unfortunately for him, this is where things took a turn for the worst.

Once the clock struck twelve and signalled the arrival of Timmy's fourteenth birthday, Jorgen Von Strangle, toughest fairy in the universe, arrived bearing the news of Timmy now being too old for fairies. However, due to his many actions in saving the entire universe multiple times, the Fairy High Council deemed that Timmy shall be allowed to keep his memories of Cosmo, Wanda, and Poof and all of the misadventures he's had with them. After a tearful goodbye and spending one last birthday together, Timmy's Fairy Godparents left their godchild forever. As stated in Da Rulez.

But Timmy's misery didn't end there.

His parents became more and more neglectful to the point where they're never even around anymore, and don't even remember his real name. They usually call him things like Tommy, Talula, Terrence, or even Lawrence if they're not even trying. Which is usually all the time. Not to mention that Timmy's evil babysitter, Vicky (Plants scream and die in the background at the mention of her name) has become even more cruel and sadistic to the point where her very presence became toxic to the strange insect that turns people evil when it bites them. It was forced to flee and find a new host for its own safety and Timmy hasn't seen it since. Though there are strange reports coming in West Dimmsdale that some people are beginning to act strangely out of character.

On top of that, Timmy's friends have all gone their own separate ways.

After much practice and some lessons from his extended family, Chester redeemed the name of McBadbat and has joined a pro Baseball team. Word is he'll be competing in the next game. He even got his braces removed a few months after joining. Hopefully, nothing happens that forces him to get braces again.

A.J has skipped several grades and is now in College hoping to major in the scientific fields. And with his high intellect, it's most likely that he will succeed.

Sanjay has dropped out of school and enlisted in the military at his stepfather's recommendation, and is currently at Boot Camp undergoing military training. Though with all the training he's already gotten beforehand, he's likely to breeze through it.

And Elmer has finally gotten his boil removed and is excelling in art classes. Word on the street is he may be the next greatest artist since the likes of Donatello, Leonardo, Michelangelo, Raphael, and Vincent Van Go.

Even Vicky's little sister, Tootie, his biggest and only stalker, has finally moved on and is currently pursuing a member of the chess club at high school. He never thought he'd say this, but he kind of misses her crazy and unwanted advances. At least when Tootie was pursuing him, he still felt wanted.

Timmy sighed and ran his rand through his now shorter hair, having gotten it cut so he wouldn't look so childish anymore. He just can't focus on his work anymore. Not with all of these depressing thoughts swimming through his mind. Timmy reached into his shirt and removed a shining star attached to a golden chain. A gift from the Fairy High Council upon his fairies leaving forever. They said that it's made from the core of a wishing star. In the case of an emergency, he can use the star pendant to make one and only one rule-free wish. But they had it keyed to his specific DNA pattern so that there wouldn't be another Fairyversary Muffin incident.

Not that he blames them. After A.J's monkey, Bippy, made apes the dominant species of the planet, and Denzil Crocker used its magic to take over the world after capturing Wanda, they have the right to be cautious.

He looked towards his laptop computer, a gift from his parents after they remembered his fourteenth birthday and deemed him responsible enough for a personal computer, then back to the wishing pendant. Deciding that this homework is unimportant, Timmy took a blank sheet of lined paper and wrote down a note that told the readers everything he needed to tell them. After doing this, he walked over to his laptop and turned it on. Thankfully, Vicky isn't here to babysit this week since his parents wanted to save a little money and decided not to have Vicky babysitting him every time they went out.

This being one of those times.

Logging on to his laptop, Timmy quickly opened up a game that he recently downloaded. Star Wars: The Old Republic. He quickly designed his character and silently made his wish. As his body began to glow, Timmy said two words that ring change for the entire universe.

"Goodbye… forever!"

Timmy's body was converted into energy and sent through the screen of his game as he began to experience everything that was about to happen to his created character. His new life is about to begin. And looking towards Timmy's note, we can see exactly what it is he has written down. All in neat cursive writing that was achieved through many years of constant practice.

'Dear Turners,'

'If you're reading this, then that means you've finally remembered that you have a son and checked up on me for the first time in a long time. It wouldn't be the first time that you've ignored me in favor of hanging out with all of your adult friends or just wanting to spend time with each other. Now, normally, I would berate you with harsh words in regards to your behavior, especially with how you always leave me with an evil babysitter like Vicky. (If you need proof of her being an evil babysitter, look under my bed. There's a secret panel there that contains a briefcase full of evidence to back up my claims gathered over the past five years.) But I won't. My words would be wasted on you two.'

'But my point is that I have decided to leave this sham of a life behind and start anew in a whole new world, Aladdin reference not intended, far away from you two and the other people who have contributed to my ever growing depression and misery in some way. Don't bother to come looking for me, because you'll never, ever find me! EVER!'

'Sincerely, Timmy Turner.'

'P.S., Mister Turner, you absolutely suck at building and fixing things! I mean, there's a reason why bike and car frames are made of titanium instead of wood and why people don't make electric sundials! Jesus Christ almighty, read a manual for once, why don't ya!'

And now that we have read his letter, I believe it's time we look and see just how Timmy is doing now.

Timmy's POV.

"Alright you bunch or wretches! Move along, single file! Move it, slaves!"

I grinned as I arrived on the Sith Planet, Korriban, with a fresh shipment of slaves. It's a brand new life for me and I intend to make the absolute most of it. From the memories I'm getting from my new body, I'm a nineteen year old young man who was born and raised as a slave in the Empire when it was discovered that I am strong in the Force. So at the request of a 'Lord Zash', I have been freed from slavery with a few others and brought to Korriban to take part in the trials. I'm a member of the Sith Species and proud of it.

As I walked out of the shuttle, I took a moment to get a feel for my new surroundings. Old statues of ancient Sith were erected during a time of conquering. Back when the Sith Academy was first built. The red sands are soaked with the blood of fallen Sith and acolytes who have come before me, but I have no intention of failing. I sighed calmly as I felt the warmth of Korriban's sun shining down on my now red skin. My short, black hair was slicked back to keep it out of my face, and my piercing yellow eyes took in everything.

I scowled as I was broken from my musings when I felt someone shove their way past me. Another Sith Pureblood with a serious attitude. He gave me a glance and arrogantly looked forward with his nose upturned like some sort of prissy, rich snob. Hmph! Little shitstain oughta watch his back, because red skin means nothing to me around here! I mean, come on, my own skin is redder than is! If anything, this guy's pink! I saw him walk to the Overseer, a man named Harkun, who gave my fellow acolyte a smile and a nod as he saw him on his way.

I can just tell that this guy is going to be nothing but trouble for me. And ever since Cosmo, Wanda, Poof and I stopped Crocker from rendering all creation nothing more than forgotten history, I hate it when I'm right.

Bah, I've wasted enough time as it is. I casually walked towards where the other slaves were gathered. It looks like Harkun is breifing them all on something, but I paid him no mind as I strolled up to the group.

"Ah, the last one to arrive is finally here. I hope you don't think you're special. It would be a shame if freedom went to your head, or if you somehow got the idea you didn't need to pass your trials to become Sith." Harkun all but growled at me. "Lord Zash has given me the task of sifting through you refuse to find one worthy of becoming her apprentice, and I intend to do just that."

I smirked at Harkun. He doesn't scare me with his funny little bit of face paint, his ugly face, or his even uglier beard that he obviously stole from a goat and glued to his chin. I crossed my arms and offered a little quip just to get on his nerves.

"Please don't get all sentimental on us, we've only just met."

"I won't." Harkun growled at me before dismissing the other acolytes. "Now the rest of you gutter trash already know your trial. Get going while I bring our latecomer up to speed."

While the rest of the acolytes went on their way, Vibroblades at the ready, the only girl in the group stopped to talk to me for a moment. Looking at her, I have to say she's even more beautiful than that popular girl in my class, Trixie, who I used to have a crush on. Her neck length red hair and blue eyes are simply captivating, and she has womanly curves in all the right places. Her face has a little bit of scarring on one side, but it seems to only add to her beauty in my book.

"Watch your back, friend. And don't worry. It'll be alright. He can't kill us all." she said as she offered me a warning.

"Thanks. That means a lot coming from a beautiful girl." I replied as I tried flirting with her.

And amazingly enough, it seems to have worked as she giggled a little at my line.

"You're cute." she said. "Just… watch you don't get yourself killed."

As she walked off to complete her trials, Harkun turned his attention to me as he gave me my own trial. One which I think is the same one he gave to the others. Though I really can't be sure.

"Now, slave, for your trial. There's a hermit named Spindrall who lives in the tomb of Ajunta Pall in the Valley of the Dark Lords. Spindrall's a lunatic, but Lord Zash sees him as some kind of prophet. Once you find him, he will test you." Harkun explained.

I gained a bloodthirsty glint in my eyes and showed off my pearly whites in a grin as my hand twitched towards the weapon on my back. A Vibroblade just like everyone else's.

"The more challenging, the better."

"But there - You know your task. But in case you forgot, I'll say it again. Spindrall lives in the tomb of Ajunta Pall in the Valley of the Dark Lords. Don't keep Spindrall waiting, Slave." Harkun said.

I merely nodded as he walked away. I was about to be on my way towards the tomb when I felt something underneath my tunic. Feeling around my neck, I discovered a familiar gold chain. Curiosity getting the better of me, I gently pulled the chain and pulled out what looks like a pocket watch. But when I opened it up, it revealed that it was actually a locket. One that has a picture of myself with Cosmo, Wanda, and Poof during our last birthday together. All four of us were smiling, Cosmo had a little facepaint on his chin, Poof was wearing a colorful party hat, and Wanda was laughing as some bits of cake fell off her face from when she tripped and fell face first in a slice of it. I was also laughing in the picture, just savoring the happy moment between me and my god family.

Closing the locket, I carefully tucked it back underneath my tunic and made my way towards the Valley of the Dark Lords. Look out world, there's a new Sith in town, and his name is Timmy! But if you must, then call me Timothy. Timmy sounds too childish at my current physical age.

Oh well, I'm sure my brain will eventually catch up with my body.

As I came upon the tomb, I found myself nearly laughing at how obvious the entrance to the tomb really is. They might as well paint a sign that says 'Tomb of Ajunta Pall: Beware of K'lor'slug. TURN BACK, STUPID!' and stick it right above the entrance. Still, I'm not about to let these things make a meal of me! So as the first K'lor'slug attacked me, I struck it down quite easily with a downward slash from my Vibroblade.

"One down, hundreds more to go." I quipped.

As I descended down the stairs into the tomb, I came across an odd sight. Imperial soldiers were fighting off K'lor'slugs from behind a barricade of sorts. Some are dead, others are injured, but one of them was approaching me. He has well-groomed black hair, and lighter skin around his eyes from wearing goggles.

"Excuse me, acolyte. Sergeant Cormun. Fifth infantry company. Korriban Regiment. Can I - can I talk to you?" he asked.

"Speak freely, Sergeant" I said.

I'm actually curious about what he has to say, so I'll go easy on the man. Besides, he looks like he needs some help, and this might be beneficial to me somehow.

"Thank you. You're one of the slaves Harkun brought in on the last transport, right? Here to prove yourself to the bloodthirsty overseers?" Cormun asked.

"Yes. That's me, alright."

No sense in lying to the man.

"Well then, here's your chance to not only show off for the overseers, but to start building ties to the Imperial military as well." Cormun said as he explained the situation. "I'm here commanding a hard target mission to eliminate K'lor'slugs in this tomb. They're horrific things… mouths bigger than your head. I've lost three squads of good men fighting them. They come in packs, they just - they'll swallow a man whole."

"If you're trying to deter me, it won't work" I warned the man.

"Understood. I was hoping you could assist my operation while you're in there. The damn K'lor'slugs breed so fast there's no way to wipe them out conventionally, so we started targeting their egg chambers. They went insane! We managed to get explosives to all of the egg chambers, but the K'lor'slugs were all over us before we could detonate them." Cormun explained.

I grinned at the prospect of bloodying my weapon once again, even if it is against a bunch of simple creatures such as these K'lor'slugs. My choice is a clear one.

"Sounds like you could use some help." I said. "Have your men remain here to provide cover. I'll finish them off."

"Don't underestimate those K'lor'slugs, My Lord, they're… they're smarter than they look." Cormun warned.

While he and his men stayed behind the barricade, I drew my Vibroblade and charged it up as I followed the directions to the egg chambers that the Sergeant provided me with. Along the way, I picked up a datapad detailing a mission to eliminate looters in the tomb who were stealing Sith Artifacts. This could help me further develop ties to the imperial military as well as maybe dim my newfound sense of bloodlust.

Oh, speaking of bloodlust, it looks like I've found the chamber where the explosives were planted. Right in the middle of a huge chamber filled almost to the brim with eggs double the size of ostrich eggs and covered in a green, veiny substance. And guarding the eggs were five small K'lor'slugs, likely hatchlings, and a larger K'lor'slug with a red carapace.

Time to go to work.

Releasing a war cry, I charged at the beasts and quickly killed off the smaller K'lor'slugs before making my way to the larger one. This one was much tougher than the hatchlings as my Vibroblade did hardly any damage. So after dodging a strike from the beast's talons, I shot it with a burst of Force Lightning. The K'lor'slug roared in pain as it was electrocuted before falling over, dead and charred black.

With the beasts slain, I holstered my Vibroblade and pressed the button on the detonator. I walked out of the chamber as it started beeping, and after silently counting down from five... kaBOOM! The explosives went off and destroyed ever egg in the chamber, and caused the ceiling to collapse on top of them while effectively sealing off the chamber from the rest of the tomb.

"Well, that takes care of that."

I quickly jogged back to the entrance of the tomb to see Sergeant Cormun getting his surviving troops all patched up. Nice to see that they're going to make it.

"I heard the explosion when you set off the charges. Outstanding, sir." Cormun praised.

I nodded in thanks before heading on my way. I'm certainly glad that that's taken care of. As I continued on my way through the tomb, killing many looters along the way and recovering the stolen Sith Artifacts, it dawned on me that I have no idea where Spindrall is supposed to be in this big, stone maze of a tomb. I was about to curse out Harkun when I noticed one particular room. It looked like a sacrificial chamber to me. Inside are six acolytes who seem to be practicing their saber and Force abilities on training dummies, and at the top of the altar is an old man in brown sith robes.

I climbed up the steps to this altar and cleared my throat to get the man's attention.

"Slave. Welcome to my humble hole." the man, Spindrall, said as he rose to his feet and turned to face me. "You are here for your trial, yes? Learn the ways of the Sith from a doddering old man in a tomb. And hopefully to return to your master with the mark of my approval."

Feeling a little snarky, and still needing a way to vent out my frustrations, I decided to be a little snarky with this man.

"No, actually, I just thought that this would be a good place to get some fresh air."

Spindrall was clearly not amused by my comment.

"Do you take me for a fool? No one comes into these tombs for the sheer pleasure of it - not even me." Spindrall turned around and gestured to the tomb itself. "No, they come for power, because they sense that these tombs hold secrets of the dark side."

I myself looked around and suddenly became even more aware of the true significance of these tombs. And here I thought the Sith were just burying their dead in a manner similar to the Egyptians back on Earth. But clearly, I've been proven wrong.

"And they do - but before you can learn them, you must pass a trial of blood. Survive this, and I will teach you what I know."

I pondered Spindrall's words as I walked back down the stairs. What does he mean by Trial of Blood? I got my answer when I saw the six acolytes surround me and prepare themselves for combat. Narrowing my eyes, my hands began to subtly crackle with Force Lightning. I quickly thrusted my arms out and blasted the first two acolytes before they could even draw their weapons. They were dead before they knew what hit them.

Sensing oncoming danger, I quickly drew my Vibroblade and blocked a strike from one acolyte, deflecting as I ducked a strike from another and performed a sweep kick to throw him off balance. With one of my foes down, I quickly decapitated him before he could recover and then rounded to deflect another, rather sloppy, downward slash from the fourth acolyte. Reacting fast given the current situation, I stabbed him through the head, killing him instantly, and kicked him off before using my blade to deflect the blasts of Force Lightning coming from the remaining two acolytes.

And when I was ready, I charged at the two as they were charging up a stronger Force Lightning based attack, and sliced their hands clean off before shocking them to death with my own Force Lightning. With the battle finally over, I sheathed my weapon and made my way back up to the altar where Spindrall awaited with a rather, dare he say it, proud smile on his face.

"Excellent. These former acolytes wanted nothing more than to earn their second chance for glory by killing you and taking your place." Spindrall said as he rose to his feet and faced me once again. "But your desire proved stronger, and their blood became the mantle of your victory - well done. But you are not Sith yet."

Spindrall placed his hands behind his back and began to pace about as he recited what I thought to be a poem. Is this really the time or place for poetry? It was always one of my weakest subjects in English class back in Dimmsdale.

"Peace is a lie, there is only passion. Through passion, I gain strength. Through strength, power. Through power, victory. Through victory, my chains are broken. This is the Sith code. Commit it to your heart, and you will have the strength to crush your enemies. Do you understand?"

"Yes, my lord. I understand."

And I truly did.

"Good. Then go. Return to Harkun and nurture your hatred for him. And use your fear of him to grow stronger."

I silently scoffed at what Spindrall had said. Me? Fear an idiot like Harkun? As if!

"He may raise his fist to strike," Spindrall said breaking me from my thoughts. "But it is Lord Zash who determines if and where the blow will land."

"How do you know Harkun and Lord Zash?" I asked in genuine curiosity.

"Both of them have been through here in my time, and they have gone their separate paths since." Spindrall explained. "Now go! Leave me to my rest."

He turned around and knelt at the sacrificial altar to meditate more. I simply bowed in respect to the old man and started making my way out of the tomb. I can already tell that this is the beginning of a grand adventure.

***To Be Continued…***

Timmy's Character Redesign

Species: Sith Pureblood

Body Type: 1 (Light Build)

Head: Type 7

Scars: Type 1 (No scars)

Complexion: Type 1 (Unmarred)

Eye Color: Type 7 (Yellow)

Jewelry: Type 1 (None)

Hair: Type 21

Hair Color: Type 7 (Jet Black)

Skin Color: Type 5 (Vibrant Red)