Bad Reputation: A Bad Batch Fanfiction Story

𝕋𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘

Summary: Your first day of training with Darth Vader.

Warnings: Violence

~

     You wake up around 4:45 AM. You didn't want to be late for your first day of training, after all. You quickly get up and make your bed. You put on your uniform and armor and walk out of your room. Your footsteps echo as you walk through the silent castle toward the training room. As you enter, expecting the room to be empty, you're surprised to find that the Third Brother is already in there, meditating. 

He opens his eyes and stands up, glaring at you from across the room. "I'll leave." He walks over to the doorway. "Wouldn't want to interrupt your training..." He mutters as he leaves.

You can sense jealousy in the Third Brother. You don't dwell on his attitude towards you, however. You have a mission; one that he is not part of for the time being. Eventually, you hear Darth Vader's breathing get louder as he gets closer to the training room. He steps into the room and walks over to you.

"We will begin with lightsaber training." He tells you.

You take your lightsaber off of your belt and turn it on, the red blade shining in the darkness of the room. Darth Vader takes out his lightsaber and turns it on as well. 

"Which form of lightsaber combat have you used in the past?" Darth Vader asks.

You try to recall memories of using your lightsaber. You don't remember any- only the word 'Niman'. 

"Niman."

Darth Vader nods. "Form VI. As I expected. I will be teaching you a new form of combat called Form VII, or 'Juyo'. It is aggressive and unpredictable in nature, and it is physically and emotional exhausting. You will use your negative emotions for this style of combat."

"How can I find these emotions?" You ask.

"You will listen to the Force by meditating. You will find them soon enough."

~

     To teach you the Juyo form of combat, Darth Vader instructs you to meditate prior to the actual lightsaber training. You're sitting on the ground in front of him, trying to listen to the Force.

"I don't hear anything."

"You will."

After a few minutes of silently waiting, you start to hear whispers. They say things like 'traitor' and 'fury'. 

"I hear the word... traitor..." You say, still closing your eyes. 

"What do you feel?" Darth Vader asks.

"Angry... at something." You hesitate. "Or... someone?" You try to think of who you could possibly be angry at. Nothing comes to mind.

"Stand up and open your eyes." He instructs. "Now, use your anger and hatred to drive you. Try to strike me."

You use your lightsaber to strike Darth Vader. He blocks it with his lightsaber. 

"You're too weak. Too timid. Again."

You strike again, a little more aggressive this time.

"Use your anger."

"I don't even know what I'm angry at."

Darth Vader stops striking at you for a moment. He pauses before saying the words, "You're dangerous."

Those words feel familiar to you. You feel as though someone you used to know said the same thing to you. You don't know why, but the phrase fills you with rage.

You strike again, feeling your emotions feed into your power. When you strike, it's your strongest one yet. 

You laugh. "I'm dangerous? Good." 

"Yes. Use your anger."

You continue to strike, not stopping for a moment to rest. This is the most powerful you've felt. Being dangerous is exhilarating...

~

     After a few hours of training with Darth Vader, he tells you that he needs to attend to some things, and tells you that the other Inquisitors will be there shortly to train, too. He tells you to practice dueling the other Inquisitors.

Three other people soon arrive: The First and Second Sisters, and the Third Brother. You recognize the Third Brother, but the Sisters look unfamiliar. They look to be 17 or 18. 

One of them, the one with dark, curly hair, introduces herself as the First Sister. The other one with short, red hair introduces herself as the Second Sister. They're demeanors are cold towards you, but they aren't as rude as the Third Brother.

"Lord Vader requested that I duel with one of you." You state.

"Brother," The Second Sister calls to him. "Train with her. She's around your age."

He rolls his eyes, reluctantly walking over to you, his lightsaber on.

You two begin to duel. You can tell that he's using the same form of lightsaber combat as you. He has more experience than you, but you still feel that you're stronger than him. You use the Force to push him away from you. He quickly gets up and rushes towards you, striking you. You block it. You draw on your negative emotions of anger and hate and strike him hard, making him stumble. 

"What about me do you despise so much?" You ask, moving closer to him.

"You're nothing. Some of us, unlike you, actually had to work to get this far." He says, striking at you again. 

"I... am not... nothing." You push him again, knocking him over and standing above him with your lightsaber near his throat. You've won.

He laughs as he stands up once you move your lightsaber. "Yeah, yeah. You won." He moves closer to you, surprising you as he puts his lightsaber next to your neck. He leans in closer to you. "Some advice, Soldier? Don't let your guard down."

He turns his lightsaber off and steps away from you.

"Then why did I win if you didn't have your guard down?"

"To demonstrate my point."

~

      Darth Vader calls you to the meeting room. You swiftly walk there. You step into the room and stand in front of him, awaiting your orders.

"How was your training with the Inquisitors?"

"Very productive, Lord Vader. I defeated the Third Brother in a duel with him."

"Excellent. Your training tomorrow will begin at the same time."

"Understood, Lord Vader."

"In the meantime," Darth Vader begins, handing you a datapad. "Research Clone Force 99. In order to track them down when it is time, you will need to have information on them. You will need to study their tactics, to know their every move."

You take the datapad from him.

"I understand."

As you begin to leave the room, Darth Vader tells you one more thing. "There is a file which you are not permitted to access under any circumstances. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"The file is titled Project Y/N (A/N: Replace 'Y/N' with your initials)."

"I won't open it. You have my word."

As you leave the room with the datapad, you can't help but feel curious as to what is on that file...