AN: It is now officially the fourth quarter of my high school senior year... I honestly can't believe college is so close now. I mean seriously! It's almost surreal to me.

But enough of the shitstorm that is my life. I've actually spent a good deal of time researching the possibilities of the Star Wars universe...

Like weapons! Guess what? There are things that aren't lightsabers, yet equally if not more badass.

In example, the Nightsister Energy Bow, which is basically a bow that shoots fucking pure plasma. Or a lightwhip, which is the lightsaber version of a whip. Or those shields used by the Knights of Zakuul from the Knights of the Fallen Empire SWTOR expansion.

On top of this, I was also researching potential planets to be used. After all, I need 100 of them...

Anyways, read and review and enjoy!

Chapter Start

-Star Wars Online-

"*GASP*!" Kibishin jolted up with a sudden shock, the feeling of cold air brushing against his skin being a surreal feeling.

The first thing that he noticed was where he was, or rather, where he was not.

Instead of the red walls and yellow-orange lights of his quarters, he found himself inside of an ancient room. The carved stone tiles on the walls had cracks and vegetation growing out of it, hiding bits and pieces of the hieroglyphic-like symbols and images that were present with missing or obscured or dimly lit areas. In fact, the only source of lighting for the room seemed to be a lone torch that danced around and cackled every few seconds.

The next thing that he took note of was his Head's Up Display, something that made him very concerned. His avatar status was hidden, including his Health and other options.

"Inventory." Kibishin said, releasing a breath that he held when the blue-tinted box popped up. Everything he had from before was still in his inventory, including his clothing, weapons, and the likes.

Finally, the last thing he noticed, something that he had nearly neglected...

He was still in his underwear.

...

"What the hell?" he mumbled, having equipped his Neophyte clothing and was about to equip his double-bladed lightsabers when...

"You cannot equip this item."

If he wasn't panicking before, he was now. Kibishin tried to equip them again and again and again, even testing to see if he could equip his Sith Training Blade, but found that even that item could not be equipped.

Never in his time during the Beta did he encounter an area that wouldn't allow him to equip weapons. It was preposterous, unfathomable, unthinkable! There were certainly no reports of an incident like this before by any of the other Beta Testers, and they had to report when bugs in the game popped up, even if it was the smallest glitch.

A subtle glint flashed in the corner of his eye, luring his gaze towards the lone torch that lit the room. It flashed again, indicating that it was an actual item instead of a background object.

...

Perhaps... Perhaps there was a reason he couldn't equip his weaponry, and not just a bug or a glitch.

He walked over to the metallic frame-like pedestal that held the torch, reaching out and grasping the burning wooden stick in his hands and pulling it out of its lodging.

"This way..." an almost ethereal wisp of wind called out to him, its voice soft and silky yet familiar all wrapped up in one.

Someone or something was calling out, beckoning him to advance out of the crypt-like room he was in.

Against his better judgment, Kibishin slowly made his way out of the room, marching onward into the darkness and unaware of what lay ahead...

-Star Wars Online-

"Kirito!" Dann exclaimed, his back to The Forge and his eyes trained on the approaching creature. "Hurry up in there!"

"Give me a minute!" Kirito responded from the top steps, his weapon of choice being built by the Force in front of his very own eyes.

"We don't have a minute!" Dann retorted, watching the beast that guarded this ancient construct approach.

The Forge Guardian was a Jurgoran, a large, amphibious animal with black eyes and green-and-yellow skin that was native to Dromund Kaas. How one made its way to Tython was a mystery, but one thing was for certain...

It was larger than the average Jurgoran. And while it originally had a buff called "Larger" in SWTOR, its size was the same as other Jurgorans in the game.

That appeared to have been one of the changes that were made by SWO.

"Shit..." Dann muttered, the creature standing nearly four heads taller than him. "Hurry up Kirito!"

"Just... about... done!" Kirito exclaimed, jumping down to the bottom steps of The Forge.

"Thank God! Switch!" Dann said, dashing up the steps to construct his own lightsaber.

...

"Grrrrr..." The Forge Guardian growled, causing Kirito to smirk as he extended his lightsaber.

"*SSSZZHH*! *VRRRMMP*!" A purple blade of plasma extended from the hilt, followed shortly after by two quillons that ignited and began to vent out the raw power of the crystal used to create the blade.

Glancing back behind him, Kirito saw that Dann had made his way to the top of the steps.

"RRAAAAAGGHHH!" The Forge Guardian raised its massive hand up, poised to strike the black haired player.

Giving his crossguard lightsaber a test swing, Kirito raised his purple blade at the creature.

'I'm... I'm going to survive...' Kirito mentally said, gaining an edge in his eyes as he prepared to fight. 'In this world!'

And with that, he released a battle cry and charged the beast.

-Star Wars Online-

"Welcome!" Dann noticed the blue textbox pop up. "Before you receive your lightsaber, you must answer some questions. Be truthful when you answer them!"

"Oh God..." Dann groaned.

"Question 1: You're in the final mile of a marathon, but the last stretch is exhausting! What will you do?"

"a.) Hang in there and finish!"

"b.) Stop running."

"c.) Find a shortcut."

"A." Dann replied.

"Question 2..."

...

"Now for one last thing!"

"Ah! Finally!" he exclaimed, having dealt with nearly thirty questions.

"Place your hands around the crystal." A plain white crystal suddenly appeared out of nowhere, hovering just above the pedestal that Dann had to answer the questions from.

"Eh? Alright..." he muttered, placing his hands near the crystal.

"Relax. Calm yourself... And now count backward from three."

"Three... two... one." Dann said, the crystal lighting up with a green hue the moment he reached 'one'.

Then the various components that made up a lightsaber suddenly appeared out of nowhere, interlocking and forming a custom lightsaber with a simple cylindrical design.

"You received x1 Form III Duelist's Lightsaber!"

Grasping the hilt in one hand, Dann ignited the lightsaber, the green plasma blade springing to life in less than a second.

"... Form III?" he questioned.

"Less thinking more fighting!" Kirito called out, reminding him of the creature below that needed to be dealt with.

"Right! Almost forgot about that..." Dann mumbled, dashing down the steps with his green lightsaber in hand.

...

"Hmm... I see what you mean."

"So you agree? They are of noteworthiness?"

"The former Beta, Kirito, yes. Dann Soral, however... We will need to keep more of an eye on him to formulate a more concise conclusion."
"I see..."
"Is there... something you wish to add, sister?"

"I wish to be the one who overviews these two, brother."
"Hm. Since you were the one who brought these two to my attention, you may do so as you please."

"Yay! Thank you, brother!"
"First Eta, then Iota, now you too, Upsilon? Who's next? Kappa? Omicron?"

"Oh hush, brother. Now... would you report to father in my stead? I don't want to go just yet."
"Of course... sister."

-Star Wars Online-

"I hope to God this is the right direction..." Kibishin muttered, cautiously making his way through the twisting and turning hallways that seemed to go on for eternity.

"Jensaarai, hadzuska koshujontu tsawak... midwan hyal?"

The voice that called out to him was ancient, booming, demanding no less than full attention. Yet he could not understand what it was saying, something that seemed highly odd, considering that all languages - from English to German to Mando'a - had an automatic translation, whether it was to an audibly comprehensible language or from subtitles.

"Uhh... what?" he called out dumbfounded, unable to understand the language that was being spoken.

"Midwan chats, dzwol qo kots chwuq kun."

"I can't understand what you're saying!"

A gust of wind suddenly shot past him, nearly knocking Kibishin off his feet...

As well as pulling the torch, his only source of light, out of his hands. The golden-orange flaming stick clattered against the ground, dying in an instant and leaving the pinkette without any illumination.

"Embrace the darkness."

-Star Wars Online-

"You did pretty good for your first time out there, Jay." Cypersix praised, one arm wrapped around to Jaylan's shoulder.

"..." Jaylan said nothing, the events that happened not even a few hour ago still playing over and over in his mind.

"C'mon, Jay. Say something, anything."

"... How do I get over it?" he finally asked.
"Pardon?" Cypersix responded, tilting her head slightly at the vague question.

"How do I get over killing someone? I... I can still see them in my mind, every time I close my eyes..." Jaylan questioned, causing the Chiss player's eyes to soften slightly.

...

"I dunno."
"Huh?"
"I said I don't know." Cypersix replied, shrugging her shoulders. "Personally, I've never really found a problem with killing in this world. It's kinda strange..."
"That doesn't make me feel any better."

"Well I guess then the best thing to do is... maybe find a coping mechanism? Something that you can use to ease your mind? Something you can fight for?" Cypersix suggested.

"I... What would I use to cope?" Jaylan queried.

"Beats me. That's something only you can answer." she replied, giving Jaylan one last pat on the back before standing up. "The arena's contract says that you only need to survive four fights, but you can stay on after that if you'd like."

"How many fights have you been in so far?" he questioned, causing her to hum in thought briefly.
"Me? Seven." Cypersix responded, sending a flirtatious wink towards Jaylan before turning and walking out of the room, leaving the male player alone to his thoughts...

'Something I can fight for...' Jaylan thought, glancing down at the vibrosword he had used, lain against the very bench he sat on.

He immediately recalled the tattoo he had equipped, the symbol of Clan Ordo. It was Mandalorian, of that he was certain, but beyond that, he had no knowledge of this 'Clan Ordo'...

At this point, he would have normally used the Goggle search engine to search 'Clan Ordo' on the Internet, but considering he was trapped in the Internet, it was highly unlikely that he would find what he was looking for.

"Hey, mate." Jaax's voice pierced his train of thought like a lightsaber through durasteel, causing him to snap towards the room's entrance. "Congrats. You've got a fan." he said, pulling out a hologram projector and clicking the button to turn it on.

Jaylan was quite surprised when an image of the Hutt that had rooted for him appeared.

"Achuta, champio. Chuba fofo moulee-rah myo - Huttuk! (Hello, champion. You doubled my money - Hutt-size!)" the Hutt exclaimed, followed by a boisterous laughter that lasted for at least ten seconds. "Jeeska tonka gee ta hodrudda, um mee wamma chuba grancha. Kickee da waba chuba - punyoos, cheeka, pankpas - chuba wamma fofo moulee-rah myo andoba tee-tocky goba bo! Jee choba nopa un bargon kankee anboda, hagwa dopa-meeky choba ma, ootmian champio. (Keep up with the competition, and I will pay you greatly. Anything that you wish - weapons, women, starships - you need to double my money another seven times first! I will not offer a deal of this kind again, do not double-cross my offer, outlander champion.)"

And with that, the holographic transmission cut out, leaving the vague warning-opportunity for Jaylan to think on.

"... That was Gushado the Hutt, quite the influential Hutt on this planet. If you can name it, then he can get his hands on it." Jaax stated. "You have either really good or shitty luck, but seven more fights to win nonetheless."

"Will I ever meet him in person or...?" Jaylan asked.

"Heh. Survive those seven fights and we'll see."

-Star Wars Online-

"Darkness there and nothing more..." Kibishin muttered, hesitantly feeling around in the air for anything to grasp onto.

"Move forward five paces..." The pinkette froze upon hearing the familiar voice.

"... Eta?" he called out.

"Move forward five paces." the voice repeated.

"..." Sighing, Kibishin decided to listen to the voice and walk forward five paces...

"*CLINK*!" Only to step on some type of pressure plate, sinking an inch into the ground and locking into place.

"Shit." Kibishin cursed, bracing himself for anything that was to come.

...

After a few seconds of not experiencing the sweet embrace of death, the pinkette decided to crack his eyes open. And in place of the darkness that had been here moments ago, the entire chamber - which was large enough to hold a herd of Rancors - was lit up by torches. There was a hexagonal platform in the center of the chamber, four obelisks surrounding the structure, and the only other person in the chamber...

"See? I told you, Kibi-kun~" His suspicions were confirmed when he saw Eta standing a few yards in front of him, arms clasped together behind her back and bouncing back and forth on her heels.

"Eta? What are you - nevermind... where are we?" Kibishin asked, looking around the ancient carvings that made up the walls of the chamber.

"So... you seek the power of the Dark Side." It was that same voice from before, the one that spoke to him earlier.

"Who-" "If you seek power, then you must first pass the trial!"

A strange burst of darkness exploded at the platform, manifesting into the form of a cloaked figure with a lightsaber in hand, the crimson blade igniting seconds later.

"Fall like those before you!" the cloaked figure yelled.

"Kibi-kun! Catch!" Eta exclaimed, throwing a crate towards the pinkette.

"What the fuck is that. Who the fuck are you. And what the FUCK is happening?!" Kibishin questioned, pointing towards the incoming crate, then towards the cloaked figure, and finally stretching his hands out and flailing around comically...

"*BAM*!" That is, until the crate impacted against his skull, knocking him over and leaving him with a throbbing pain in his cranium.

"Prepare yourself, Acolyte."
"Open the crate up now! Hurry!"

"What is it?!"
"Just hurry!"

"Fine..." Kibishin muttered, tapping the crate twice in rapid succession and causing it to burn in a bright light, shifting form between various familiar lightsaber designs until finally settling on...

"No freaking way..." Grasping the cylindrical hilt with both hands, he automatically equipped the lightsaber, not even bothering to look at the weapon's name for the recognition of its design alone was enough for him to know what it was...

And admittedly, he felt his heart skip a beat from excitement alone as the blue plasma blade sprung to life.

"Heh... let's do this!"

-Star Wars Online-

"*GASP*!" Kibishin suddenly shot up out of his bed, gasping for air as if he were deprived of it. Patting himself down, he found that he was still in his underwear and alone in his quarters, just as he was when he fell asleep...

"It was just a dream..." he muttered, attempting to get out of the tangled mess that was his bedsheets.

...

"No way... Impossible!" The pinkette traced his finger over a particular slot in his inventory, shaking as he realized that what had happened was not a dream...

Which, in turn, caused him to stumble off his bed with a loud crash.

"Kibishin-kun!" Asura cried out, dashing through the doors of his quarters the moment it opened up, having heard the crash and rushed off towards its source wearing nothing more than a white towel that loosely clung to her with her hair and body dripping wet...

"Hggnhh!" Kibishin grunted, pushing back up only to get a nosebleed as he collapsed backwards.

"KYAAAAAAA!" Asura exclaimed, clasping the towel tightly to her body as she realized what she was wearing, or rather the lack thereof what she was supposed to be wearing.

"Yi - Asura! What's... wrong..." Indra trailed off, seeing her sister paralyzed in embarrassment and Kibishin on the floor with blood coming out his nose.

"Ugh..." Kibishin groaned, attempting to push back up...

Only to get shot back by another nosebleed.

"What the..." It was at that moment that she realized that, like her sister, the only thing she wore was a towel that clung to her dripping wet body...

...

"KYAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Gokugo groaned, lifting his head up off of his pillow briefly at the sound of a feminine cry.

After a moment of internal debating, his head dropped back down, attempting to return to the serene sleep he was in beforehand, saying only one thing which was muffled from his face being smothered into the pillow...

"To hell with that scream. I need my sleep."

-Star Wars Online-

"*SZHOOM*!" Kirito jumped back as Dann slashed his new green lightsaber at their rather formidable foe.

Forge Guardian, Lvl. 10, Hp: 1567/5000

"Switch, Kirito. I've got it from here." Dann stated, adopting a defensive stance as the Forge Guardian loomed over him.

"RAAAAAAAAGHH!" the beast bellowed, bringing up one of its hands to slam Dann, only to have its strike pushed back by the green blade of plasma, allowing the players to get in four extra slashes into its body, one from Dann and the other three from Kirito and dealing 217 damage total in the process.

"A few more good hits and it should be done for! Damn, Kirito..." Dann said. He would've whistled but found himself tongue-tied when he had to push back another strike from the Forge Guardian meant for him.

"Try eviscerating it!" Kirito exclaimed.

"Eviscer-what?"
"Cut the thing in half!"

"Oh..." Dann mumbled, jumping out of the way of a third strike. "Why didn't you just say cut the thing in half?!"

"Come on! When else do you think we'll be able to use that word?!" Kirito retorted, gripping his crossblade lightsaber with both hands and horizontally slashing at the Forge Guardian's chest and leaving a searing cut that went through both front and back and nearly halfway through the beast.

"Tou-fucking-ché!" Dann yelled, barely pushing back another slash from the Forge Guardian.

"Language!" the black haired Jedi Knight player cried out, getting in a second strike and nearly cutting through three-fourths of the beast's body.

"Oh get used to it! You're in an VRMMORPG! Not hearing any curses is like finding a unicorn having tea with a yeti!" Dann responded, craning his body back, gripping his lightsaber with both hands, and slashing at the creature's chest, connecting with the other wounds that were inflicted and thus severing the beast in two.

...

The Forge Guardian froze up, almost as if its brain was not able to grasp the feeling of missing one half of its body. Then, just as fast, its body began to dissolve into particles, a look of calm, morbid acceptance on its face as it was erased from existence...

Dann and Kirito almost felt bad for the creature, were it not for the fact that was not real... at least in their eyes.

"Congratulations! You received x1 Zakuul Shield!"

"Do you wish to equip? Y/N."

"You want it, Kirito?" Dann asked, motioning to the textbox that popped up.
"Nah. Doesn't really suit my style." Kirito replied, waving his hand dismissively.

"... Equip." Dann stated, causing a rather large shield to appear in his free hand. It was nearly his own height and width, bronze in color and with two beams of blue plasma going from less than halfway from the top and straight towards the bottom.

"Huh, neat. Kinda reminds me of the ones from that one expansion from SWTOR."

"You mean Knights of the Fallen Empire?"

"Yeah, that one."

"Sweet..."

"Right... We should get moving now." Kirito said, deactivating his lightsaber and clipping it to his belt.

"Yeah... I don't think that's a good idea." Dann replied, a somber smile on his face.

...

"What?"

"Kirito, the Forge Guardian is likely going to respawn the next time someone tries to create a lightsaber or whatever here." Dann stated.

"And? What about it?" Kirito questioned.

"What about it? What about those who don't know about the Forge Guardian? How many would be killed without help or without prior knowledge?" Dann retorted, slamming the bottom of his shield on the ground. "I don't think I could live with myself knowing that. So that's what I'll do..."
"Become the Forge Guide..." Kirito finished, a somber smile of his own now on his face.

"... Thanks for everything, Kirito. Really. I wish you good fortunes in your travels..." Dann said, igniting his green blade and waving it upward in a heroic pose.

"... Heh! You just sounded like an old man just then!" Kirito joked, causing the duo to laugh.

"But seriously... don't go dying on me out there. Live long enough to see this thing to the end." Dann stated, deactivating his lightsaber and clipping it to his belt in a similar manner to Kirito.

"I don't plan on losing to this game anytime soon." Kirito said, extending his fist towards Dann.
"Live long and prosper." Dann responded, reaching out with his own hand curled into a fist and fistbumping the black haired player.

"... Wrong series."

-Star Wars Online-

"-Are you sure you can't come with us?" Kibishin questioned, standing at the Outpost Warden Taxi Station with Asura and Gokugo.

"When other players get to Dromund Kaas, we'll try to expand the guild, guide them however we can..." Gokugo stated. "But we can't do that with your mission in mind."
"And your reason, Asura?" Kibishin asked, causing her to look down at the ground.

"I... I don't think I'm suited for combat. I'd just slow you guys down..." Asura mumbled.

"Asura-" "That's why I need to get stronger!" she suddenly exclaimed, lifting her head back up and meeting Kibishin's gaze with her own, a fiery determination in her eyes. "I don't want to be a burden! So I need to train and level up and-"
"I get it, Asura." Kibishin interrupted. "But don't think for a second that you're a burden... to anyone."

"..." She was speechless, a tinge of red on her cheeks as she quietly sputtered and mumbled to herself.

"Good luck out there, Kibi-chan!" Gokugo said, sending one last wave towards the pinkette before entering the Speeder Taxi, flying off in less than a second towards parts unknown to Kibishin.

...

"Asura, I-" Kibishin began, only to lose his breath when Asura claimed his lips with her own. His eyes widened, Asura's being closed and both their faces flushed red. Their kiss lasted for only a few seconds, but felt like an eternity to the pinkette when they parted, a small, very thin trail of saliva going between them.

"Yin... Tenragoku Yin." she stated, her blush matching her hair color and a smile on her face.

"I..."
"It's okay. You don't have to tell me just yet." Asura said. "It gives me something to look forward to the next time I see you."

"H-Hai... Yin-chan." Kibishin replied, receiving another peck on the lips from Asura.

"Good luck..."

-Star Wars Online-

"I believe in you..."

"You ready for this?" Indra called out, snapping Kibishin from his stupor as he gazed upon those who stayed at his starship.

"So this is the motley crew, eh?" the pinkette called out, strutting over to each person as he spoke. "Indra, the rambunctious head-strong Sith Warrior..."
"Damn right you are." Indra grinned.

"-Sinon, the crackshot, young Imperial Agent..."

"Well I wouldn't say crackshot..." Sinon muttered, slightly abashed from the praise.

"-2V-R8, the feisty yet fiercely loyal droid..."

"Of course, master." 2V-R8 stated.

"-And me! The suave, charming, handsome-"
"Gullible?"
"-gullible captain! Wait... shit!"

"Oh come on, it was too easy." Indra teased, grinning at how easily she tricked her 'captain'.

...

"Right. Well..." Kibishin began. "Our mission will be not only for us, but for all the players trapped here."

"... Which means?" Sinon asked.
"According to Kayaba, the only way to beat the game is to beat all one-hundred bosses on all one-hundred planets. However, he did not reveal the locations of any of these World Bosses." Kibishin explained. "What I plan to do - and hope that you will all join me - is scout as many planets as I can to locate these World Bosses. Not fight them, just locate them for other players."

"So... we're reconnaissance?" Indra questioned.

"I prefer the term 'adventurers'." Kibishin retorted. "So... you guys in?"

"I will follow you until the end, master." 2V-R8 replied.

"I guess so..." Sinon responded.

"... Hell, you know I'm in!" Indra exclaimed.

"Great! Now then, our first stop is..." Kibishin started, grinning as he spoke. "Tython."

"Tython!/Tython!/Tython?" Indra/2V-R8/Sinon exclaimed at the same time, the latter not recognizing the name.

"That's right! Starting planet for Jedi Consulars and Jedi Knights!" Kibishin exclaimed. "There is a certain place called 'The Forge' where custom lightsabers can be built. If we can get our hands on some non-red crystal lightsabers, then passing off as Jedi in front of other players will be easier."
"What about me?" Sinon questioned.

"I've got a weapon in mind for you, but it's not on Tython and much harder to get." Kibishin replied. "It's worth it, but still hard to get."

"Shall I prepare the necessary course immediately, master?" 2V-R8 queried.
"Yeah, go do... that." Kibishin said awkwardly.

"Right away, master!" 2V-R8 exclaimed, walking up and into the ship.

"Any other reasons, Kibishin?" Indra asked.

"Yeah. A friend of mine, a fellow Beta who knows the game like the back of his hand." Kibishin responded. "Hopefully, he'll help us out or at least give us some information that might be."

"Is there a name to go with this fella?" Indra questioned.

"Yeah..." Kibishin said. "Kirito."

Chapter End

Post AN: I know it may seem like that one scene doesn't make sense, but all in good time, young padawans. All in good time...

And just so you know, I have four pairings planned so far, and none of them are Harems nor will there ever be Harem pairings. Also, I'm still accepting any and all OCs that people want seen in the story, because this is going to be one very long story. At least, that's what I have planned. More than 100k+ words, hopefully I can reach 200k words and beat my old record of... 130k words? If I recall correctly.

Anyways, I'll see you guys next time! Ja mata!

-CrimsonKyuubiSage out!