Emperor Augustus I

''The Galaxy is a ever changing thing. Its something we must suffer. "''

- Foxerian Martin

Early Life
I am Foxerian Martin Last of the line of Martin from the True Sith. I have decided to record my events into this very data pad that I have carried with me through fire and hell. I will recall each of the events that have happened to my through my thousands of years traveling and my knowledge of the force. My thoughts will now be put down on recording. Let me begin.. I was born on the world called Korriban, I was too young to remember the planet because I was moved to the world known as Malachor V. I was born in the academy there. The dark peaks and electric shock waves still go through my bones. I remember I had some talents mostly because my father was once the Dark Lord of the Sith. He had brought me to that damned world while I was inside my Mother’s womb. When I finally saw the light in the dark of the academy I was brandished through the True Sith Ritual of Blood. This Ritual was a form of clan brandishing as many families had. First, my Father cut his hand, and splashed the blood on my head, then my Mother slashed her hand and splashed the blood on my belly. Then they wrote together some words across my stomach and the ritual was complete and I was finally one of the family.

I began training as soon as I could walk, it didn’t matter if I could speak because the only language I understood was Sith’ese. The ancient tongue of the Sith. I learned Galactic Basic through my father and the books of Language learning other tongues as well. I also made my first friend. Lorian Dicious. Though as evil and elusive as the other students, we found friendship through dueling, admiring each others movements. We became friends and defended each other from the older students who thought they were better than us. Those idiots, we were the best in the whole academy besides the masters and knights.

My mind was sharpened for battle, and my emotions were fueled by passion and hate. I longed for a challenge. That’s when one day, I slew my best friend. I didn’t know it until I saw him on the floor and the blood coming from his side. I killed him with a training blade during a spar. He left himself open and was killed for such error. I cannot risk such errors, I cannot risk my mind to wander, I cannot even risk to take my eyes off my opponent even for a split second. I will kill if the other being is the weaker foe.

I was then taken to my father for the disgrace of killing another student of the Dark Side and skilled in it. When the mentor left, I was left alone in the huge meditation room with my father when he meditated to control his passion for power. It showed off him like a cloud of rain. It blackened his figure and everything around him was darker than ever. When I approached I went to my knees and apologized. He didn’t say anything until a few moments later. He told me “Son, You have done nothing wrong. And I knew this day would come from you. You are not like the others in this Academy. Those around you are Not ‘Sith’. They are only fallen or born on other planets and brought here to learn. For they see themselves sith, but they aren’t. They are only following a religion. They are not like us. We are the true sith, for we do not require such needs as they do, we feed off of their suffering, we feed off their life essence. We are Immortal. And I know you felt Thrill from killing your biggest challenge yet. But that is nothing compared to death on the field and cutting your opponents life to a complete end at the end of your blade. Or Just looking at them, and crushing them to bits. That is true glory.”

I then Realized that my father’s eyes were different. They were like a snakes and Cat eyes. The pupil was straight and only a couple of Centimeters long. The eye ball itself has become a dark yellow. This was the true extent to a Sith’s power, and it showed.

I was dismissed and returned to my bed room to sit in the dark and think about my father has said. I am pleased that by killing my best friend I have earned more than I know.

The Departure
Perhaps a mistake...No it was no mistake. My mind was confused and dazed from the extent of the eyes constantly changing. It should have been a glory and honor to have received such power just from eyes. But the pain, was getting to me. The eyes my father had received were passed down to me. I was amazed at how I received them so quickly, while I was told my father didn’t receive them until he was at least the age of 17.

I felt as if my life was to good to be true, like a story. But, I would soon realize that everything can change through constant changes in the Galaxy, and the changing of Leadership through each culture or Empire. These theories of constant Destiny ring into my head, yet there is no truth behind them. I returned to my father. He was pleased yet confused why I had returned to him so soon in the morning. I asked him. “Why are we a race in hiding father? Should we not be displaying our power and numbers to the galaxy and finally rid the gal

axy of corruption and bring our rule to it?” My father merely chuckled and said “My son there is much for you to learn, the galaxy is weak yes, but there are those that seek to destroy us completely. For you see we are the last of a true race. We must keep our artifacts our teachings and us alive. We cannot give our enemies the pleasure of finally ridding us from the face of the galaxy. We will prevail young one. For now return to your room and get some rest. Like I said before, we are the last of a race.”

I yawned and turned to leave when shouts and the clanks of armored boots on the ground echoed through the academy. I turned to my father who was already standing, and had forced a piece of furniture in front of the door that went into his throne room. I heard one of the shouts say “Kill him!! Kill the Lord and steal his power for us to extend our Empire into the galaxy!” My father looked at me, then the silent movement of my mother walked over to me, she hugged and kissed me. Then she went over to my father and hung on him. My father smiled, a very happy smile. And his eyes faded to a gray color…their original color.

He spoke “I love you Foxerian…” I didn’t realize it until I was in the air and floating to a opened wall with a escape pod in it. I Screamed for them, but it was already too late…I saw the Sith bust into the room, and my father leap at them…Then I saw the darkness of space, and a voice say “Destination set. Primary engines primed, Hyperspace engaged.” I saw the void of space, and then my world for the last time…It was beautiful. I felt a small droplet of a tear fall down my face…and I cried myself to sleep…falling into darkness.

Darkness
The dark and damp surroundings of the cave that I slept in were less than compatible, but I endured the darkness. I was beginning to forget what light looked like and how people felt or talked. When I was unexpectedly found by a Jedi Knight Named Raltharon Damara. The Jedi knight was exploring rumors that had surrounded the cave of a crash and of faint sounds coming from inside. The Jedi Knight walked up to me with his Blue Lightsaber ignited. He told me "Young one, why are you here in this cave? Look at you, you are starving and by the looks, cold." My robes were torn and I could tell I was losing weight each day. The knight lifted me up in one arm and started to walk. I couldn't fight his grip due to not eating much, but the small wamp rats that came in now and then. The knight smiled at me with such lightness I almost cried with joy.

When the sun hit my eyes it felt as if they were melting, and I turned away. The knight said "You must be prone to the dark because of being inside the cave so long." He tore a little of his cloak and rapped it around my eyes to cover them from the light. I felt the Two suns radiating heat, and I smiled embracing it. Then I felt the rise of the knight's body walking up the ramp of a shuttle, and then the sounds of the consoles. He placed me in the co-pilot's chair and wrapped me in a blanket. I fell asleep for most of the trip back to Coruscant, but what would become of me was unknown, even to the Knight.

The jolt of movement and I slightly flying into the air obviously means that the shuttle must of landed. I took off the piece of cloak around my eyes. I closed my eyes at first, then opened them slowly to look out the cockpit veiw port. I got up and walked with the knight to the ramp where we walked to the Temple's entrance.

The Knight took me before the council. A glow came from the Grandmaster....It was like a white vial that always stayed behind his head as a scene. The Council members strangely began to pace in their seats. Some didn't even know what to say until the Grandmaster Spoke. "Knight Raltharon Damara, Who is this you have brought before us?"

The knight replied. "I have brought before you a child as you all can obviously see. But, this is no normal child. I found him in a cave near the City of Anchorhead. He was several miles away from the city, but rumors rose out from the cave. They talked of a demon that stalked it. At first, I thought it was a Krayt Dragon. When I entered the cave, it was empty. No signs of blood, no signs of blaster fire. Nothing....I expected to find nothing. But I came across the boy. When I looked into his eyes as he huddled against the face of a rock wall...It struck me as terrifying...His eyes were like a deep pool of water that had been contaminated. Yet firey as if flames dashed among them.This boy needs guidance. Perhaps here he can lear-" He was cut off by the sudden rise of a Jedi Master named Aum Specnoe. "Or perhaps he will one day bring doom to us?! Have you not seen the signs? The recent data flow shows that Knights had been encountering all kinds of omens of the Dark side. Do we all believe they are gone? What if this boy is part of it? you see, Knight Damara. I have also heard of these 'Rumors'. They tell of a firey ball of death crash landing in the sea of sand. And how a person, no. A Beast crawled out of its pit. This boy is dangerous and what if we were to train him? I sa-" The Grandmaster put up his hand and said with a clear and loud voice. "This is a discussion for later. For now, Knight Damara show the boy to a room. Then return back to us. There is much you must hear in private." He bowed, and put his hand behind my back as to lead me off.

We arrived at a room. Most likely his, because the room showed evidence of a person already using it. He said "Wait here, I will be back tonight. Tomorrow morning we shall give you a proper room. For the night, you shall stay with me." He shook his hand through my hair, then walked off. I pondered for a moment, and went to the large bed. I fell into a long slumber.

The First Class
The light streamed into the room, and it was illuminated as the objects glowed with glea at the sign of light out of darkness. I rubbed my eyes, and looked around. I was still in the Knight's room, and it seems he never returned. I was curious at why nothing had been touched, and examined the room. I was surprised to see that a set of robes were laid out next to me. I smiled, and picked up the robes. Though similar to the robes that I was already wearing, I had a difficulty putting them on. But I figured it out. I was quite bored, so I left the room. I started to venture the long and huge halls of the temple.

There were many people amongst the temple. Some wore cloaks and were much older. Some were younger and only had a robe on. I finally tried to back track to the room, when I saw the Knight from earlier. He was walking toward his room, when he saw me. He smiled and walked over. He approached me and said " I see that you found the robes I left for you. " He chuckles. I cracked a smile and said " Yes, they were really easy to find. but, can I ask you something? " He nodded with a smile. " Where am I, and who are you? "

He said saying with a grin " I am Jedi Knight Raltharon Damara, and you are on Dantooine. " " Dantooine? " He started to laugh softly. " Dantooine, and this is a Jedi Temple. " I didn't quite get it. " Jedi temple? What are jedi? " He one again grined and said " We jedi are a symbol of peace, and are Keeper's of Peace in the galaxy. We try to keep peace between all species and factions. But I must say, that you are late for your first class! Follow me. " I nodded and we paced toward a room at the end of the hall. Inside there were children surrounding a Man. He looked like the man from yesterday.

He sighed and said " A little late getting him here Raltharon. " Raltharon bows and says " I'm sorry Master Specnoe but I had to explain to him where he was. Foxerian please go and sit with the other children, Master Specnoe will explain some things to you, and the others. " I nodded and sat down next to a group of kids who all looked at me. Some smiled, some looked forward. The class resumed.

First Class Part 2
Laughter echoed the room as the master examined each stance everyone had taken once they received the saber....But most curious when he came to me. My stance was already perfected..The master didn't dwindle long. He continued walking down the way looking at each and everyone. He Smiled, and said " Good good. I see that everyone is new to this. So we should all be starting at the same level. " He looked at me, and I took a gulp. He then continued on talking about how each and every stance must be at least above basic to stand against an attack. It doesn't have to be perfect. At least not yet.

We all took a seat on the part of the floor where we were sitting. Each equally spaced out. I silently mumbled to myself " This is quite boring. " The master looked over and said " Do you have something to add, Initiate Martin? " I said " No Master Specnoe " He nodded and continued. He spoke clearly and straight to the point. And after his teachings. He said " Now can anyone display to me how to counter a Shii-cho attack? " A kid stood up. He had black hair and quit

e eager to show off his own skills. I didn't like how he smiled so I stood up, and stared him down.

" Initiate Martin, you will be countering and blocking shii-cho attacks. Initiate I'srel, you will be attacking in the form shii-cho and try to get around his defenses. " We walked to the sparing center, I stood there quietly, one hand on the hilt and wide open. Nynuc I'srel was the boy's name. He replied to my stance with " You better keep your guard up! " He smiled. Obviously he was over confident, and I used this to my advantage and said nothing. The 12 other initiates sat and watched.

" Ready? " Said Master Specnoe with his hand in the middle to signal us when to begin. I nodded and Nynuc replyed " You know it, master. " I cracked a grin. The master rose his hand and said " Begin!! " Nynuc was right away ready to land blows without even trying to attack him. I smiled. And I dodged the training blade without even activating my saber yet. The jab was going to hit me right on the chest. But it was not an easy thing to pull off. Shii-Cho was the quickest and the lightest of every stance. I activated my saber knowing I wouldn't be able to do that again.

Nynuc sweeped at my feet with a quick jab. But I used one hand to deflect it. He grimmenced and started to actully attack me. He started with a few jabs to the chest then he began to mix it up between the weak points in the body. Like the arms and legs. Each one was deflected with ease. I started to have to try but his movements were very predictible. Nynuc's Attacks were precise but he was not landing any. He tryed different ways to get in through, like twisting the blade in his hands and switching it from left to right to confuse me. But nothing was working. I knew this fighting stance all to well.

He jabbed at my chest, but then remarkably he kicked my feet from out from under me, and I fell onto my back. He jabbed down ward. Obviously trying to kill me out of the heat of the duel. He jabbed at my head with a quick strike. I moved my head, Luckily, And he missed. He then tried to Deliver a physical blow to my face with his fist. I caught his fist, and he pushed with all his might, but I also kicked his feet from out from under him. And he fell onto his back. I pushed myself up. And had my saber to his throat. He gulped, and the master said " Enough. Martin go sit with the others. I must have a conversation with Mister I'srel.I walked over to the others, and some of them said " That was amazing!! " " How did you do that?! " I replied to each. " With practice my friends. With practice. "

The class ended hours later, and I was free to leave. The sun was setting and I walked outside of the room. The others all walked out, chatting away. Each going to their rooms for the night. Others to the food hall for something to eat. I smiled and walked over to a window. Watching the sun set. Raltharon walked over and said " I was able to get you a room, Foxerian. " I smiled.

He escorted me to a room.It was actually a nice room. It looked like the Knight's but without alot of the objects inside. I walked around inside, and saw a closet. I opened it, and inside was freshly pressed Robes and boots below. I grined, and looked a

t the Knight in the door way. He said " I'll see you in the morning " He walked out and the door closed.

I sighed, took a shower, and got into bed. I chuckled and said " Well this isn't all that bad. " I turned off the light and fell asleep...

Vision
I was sitting in the grass....It was wet and thunder crackled in the air. I was drenched. My robes were torn, and I had my head inbetween my legs with my arms covering my head. I looked through my knees. Seeing a pair of robed/armored boots. Then I looked slowly up, seeing the figure. I saw only his eyes....They stuck out like fire on a torch. The pupils were snake like, and the eyes were yellow. He looked down at me. And then raised a Blood Red Saber, and swung down....

I woke in the middle of the night. Sweat rolling down my skin. I took a breath, and then laid back down. I was very confused at what it was. Was it a vision? Or just a terrible nightmare. Who was the man? Why did his presence seem familiar? I let those questions die in my head, as I fell asleep.

The Suns had yet to rise, but I had gotten up. I went to the closet and put on my robes and boots. I walked out of the room, and looked at the lightly lit, and empty hall way. I walked down the hall and took a left. I looked down the other hall way. It was empty...But there, Raltharon was sitting on the window looking out at the moon. I walked over, and said

" Its a bit early isn't it Master Raltharon? " He looked at me, and examined and said " What about you? You are wearing your robes and everything. " I smiled. But it quickly faded as I remembered the dream. I said with little emotion " I think I had a vision, master Raltharon. " he replied " Oh? Tell me about it " I looked at the moon and said " It was strange...I was sitting in a wilderness with a man who had a very strange presence. It was jedi..But it was twisted. What could it have been? " He replyed with a serious expression " He was of the Dark Side of the Force. They seek only power and domination of the galaxy. "

The moon settled, and the Suns rised. The halls teemed with life, and I had returned to the class room I was in. But this time Master Specnoe did not come. A women entered, and said with a smile " Hello, I guess you must be eager for today, seeing as your the only one in here! " I blushed and said " Well, I had a early morning thing. So here I am. Mind my manners, I am Jedi Initiate Foxerian Martin. " she grined and said

"I am Jedi Master Sandra Dervo." I looked at the door as many others entered. They all gathered around.

The Master smiled and said " Please everyone sit, and we will begin our lesson. "

Ten Years later.
" I'm not sure about this Fox. " Nynuc said as he climbed a tree. I was confident that something would happen here. I was already 20 and a Jedi Knight. Nynuc and I both of the same Title, looked at the slaver camp. The Trandoshans have been smuggling and illegally selling wookiees off planet for the highest bidder. We were sent to investigate the presumed control camp.

I jumped down the tree into the wilderness. The leaves brushed agaisn't my face as I fell to the ground. I hide behind a bush, peering through looking at the observation towers at the corners of the camp. Nynuc wasn't far behind me. He landed as well, and was looking at the camp.

"What do you think? About 5 towers, and 3 guards in each?" I said observing the towers. Nynuc replyed "Yea, this will be harder than expected. We'll need a distraction..." I nodded. I looked for anything that might be distracting enough. When a sudden explosion shook the foundation and a tower was on fire. Blaster fire errupted, and an unknown force was attacking the camp with heavy fire.

The wookies were scattering around, some were shot on the spot. Some got away. But many of them were caught in it. I shuddered and thought of the families of each of the wookiees. I nodded at nynuc. He nodded back. We ran toward the large wall blocking the slaver camp from the outside. I jumped up to the wall, and grabbed onto it. Climbing up the rest of the way to a tower. I saw that the guards were still inside, and were firing into a group of wookiees trying to escape. I jumped up, and ignited my Blue lightsaber. I sliced a blaster in half, and pushed the trandoshan out of the tower. The other two retaliated. I kicked one in the face, and he accidentally pulled the trigger on the way out, killing his comrade. I dis-ignited and scanned the area.

A slaver ship was about to take off with wookies as their prisoners. I yelled to nynuc who was clearing out a tower. " Nynuc! Look! They're trying to escape with whats left! We have to stop them! " He jumped into the camp, the unknown forces swarming in as well...I didn't know who they were. But they were humans. Most of them heavily armored and with modified blaster carbines and pistols. I ran into a slaver tent, looking around for whats inside. I let a few wookiees go, but nothing important. I ran out and looked for nynuc in the chaos.

Smoke blinded me from being able to see him. But I tried to sense his presence, closing my eyes, and concitrating. I was able to sense his presence, and ran into the smoke. blaster fire was shooting about anything that moved. and the smell of smoke was ruining the air.

I saw nynuc attacking the command post. He was clearing out the trandoshans and disarming any weapons. He deactivated the cages and let the wookies free. I saw the slaver frigate start to take off. So I threw my saber at it's right engine, trying to disable it from lifting off...but It kept going with a dozen of wookiees on board..The left engine exploded, and the whole thing crashed into the mountain side. The fires burned the trees and wild life around it.

I was shocked and disheartened at the sight. I walked to nynuc and said "I....I failed. I couldn't stop them from taking off. They...They just kept going." He sighed, and said "You can't save everyone Fox, the force will take care of them." I nodded, and looked at the heavily unknown force that attacked the camp. The leader from where I could see, was dressed in mandalorian armor, and wearing a helmet. While brandishing a modified Arkanian Blaster Rifle.

We walked toward them, and bowed. The man also bowed his head. "We thank you for your assistance, but who exactly are you people?" I said with curiosity. The man removed his helmet. He was brandishing a large wound over his nose, and a smaller one over his left eye. He replyed "We are a group of Mercanerys who just heard about a large fund on liberating any slaver camps. We were just lucky enough to run into this one on our way back to camp." I nodded...Though I was not convinced for some reason. I didn't get a good vib from this man, I thought he was lieing yet he seemed confident at what he just said. I looked at nynuc who had the same expression and probably the exact same thing I was thinking.

"If you don't mind me asking, Who are you?" The man grined, and said "I am Trycan Corulag, Mercanery at your service master jedi." I nodded, and said "I am Jedi Knight Foxerian Martin." Nynuc said as well "I am Jedi Knight Nynuc I'srel." The man nodded, and said "Would you both mind coming back with us to camp, we were just about to eat." I smiled, and said "It couldn't hurt." The man put his helmet back on, and got on a swoop. We got into our own swoops, and followed the group back to their camp.

I wasn't sure what would happen next, but this guy didn't seem like the Hero of the day...

The Feast
Perhaps I was paranoid. Or perhaps it was just this person. The feeling of betrayal, a feeling I know all to well. As we sped with the Mercenarys I couldn't but help feel like there was something a miss. Nynuc who was speeding beside me seemed not to have noticed anything yet. But I could tell he was in conflict with ideals in his head about the situation.

We arrived at the camp in approximately one hour. It was small, but it was fortified to keep out any of the animals that were in the large forests of the Kashyyyk. We entered through a laser gate, which was powered by a portable generator. One by one we arrived, and each swoop was unloaded of any cargo it might have had on it. The weapons and ammunition were stored in different locations ( this was a smarter tactic if attacked. ).

Trycan turned to us and gestured for us to enter a very large tent. We entered and inside there were four tables which were probably for the garrison. Then in the back there was a red drape over a opening. I brushed past the drape and before me was a large table with seats rather than benches. Trycan followed behind us and sat at the head of the table, we sat beside him to his right, and across from us was a female Zabrak and a male Twi'lek. Probably his best hunters, I thought.

Trycan announced "Bring in the feast!" and 5 men entered each with a personal meal. I was quite hungry from the long journey and tired from the fighting. We ate, and drank our ales ( I didn't drink all of mine. ). The man was quite enjoyable though. He seemed like a good man, his ideals were wonderful and he had a sense of humor. He was very easy to get along with. I wasn't surprised this band of mercs followed him.

Yet his face told more. He had a scar over his right eye, and a Diagonal scar running from the right side of his hair line( From where I was sitting, Trycan's left though.) to the left side of his chin. I couldn't help but ask "So, Trycan, where did you get those scars?" His smile turned into a frown, and he drank from his ale. A awkward silence filled the room until he spoke. "I earned these through a war many years ago." I was shocked at such a statement. For this man didn't seem like a mental case.

"I was fighting with a band of rebels on the outer rim for a good price until we were drafted into a fleet of Republic Warships on a war path to a moon called Yavin 4. There we encountered a massive fleet of unidentified ships docked over head at large ship yard. When I asked who it was we were fighting, they never told me." He gulped down a large chunk of the ale. "The battles there were horrific. The warriors we fought were wielding vibroswords, but they were different. They were amplified in some way. They clashed with lightsabers. I saw each member of the small group of rebels die in that single battle....It waged on for 3 years until we finally captured their leader. I'm not sure what they did with him. But I heard he killed himself by using a concealed table knife."

I said "I see. I'm sorry for your lose." He smiled again, and said "Do not be, it was many years ago. For now, please use the quarters we have set up for you. In the morning you can go wherever your supposed to check in." We nodded, bowed, and left the room heading toward a medium sized building. I was relieved that I could finally go to sleep. But I wasn't prepared for what was going to happen next.....Perhaps I was paranoid. Or perhaps it was just this person. The feeling of betrayal, a feeling I know all to well. As we sped with the Mercenarys I couldn't but help feel like there was something a miss. Nynuc who was speeding beside me seemed not to have noticed anything yet. But I could tell he was in conflict with ideals in his head about the situation.

We arrived at the camp in approximately one hour. It was small, but it was fortified to keep out any of the animals that were in the large forests of the Kashyyyk. We entered through a laser gate, which was powered by a portable generator. One by one we arrived, and each swoop was unloaded of any cargo it might have had on it. The weapons and ammunition were stored in different locations ( this was a smarter tactic if attacked. ).

Trycan turned to us and gestured for us to enter a very large tent. We entered and inside there were four tables which were probably for the garrison. Then in the back there was a red drape over a opening. I brushed past the drape and before me was a large table with seats rather than benches. Trycan followed behind us and sat at the head of the table, we sat beside him to his right, and across from us was a female Zabrak and a male Twi'lek. Probably his best hunters, I thought.

Trycan announced "Bring in the feast!" and 5 men entered each with a personal meal. I was quite hungry from the long journey and tired from the fighting. We ate, and drank our ales ( I didn't drink all of mine. ). The man was quite enjoyable though. He seemed like a good man, his ideals were wonderful and he had a sense of humor. He was very easy to get along with. I wasn't surprised this band of mercs followed him.

Yet his face told more. He had a scar over his right eye, and a Diagonal scar running from the right side of his hair line( From where I was sitting, Trycan's left though.) to the left side of his chin. I couldn't help but ask "So, Trycan, where did you get those scars?" His smile turned into a frown, and he drank from his ale. A awkward silence filled the room untill he spoke. "I earned these through a war many years ago." I was shocked at such a statement. For this man didn't seem like a mental case.

"I was fighting with a band of rebels on the outer rim for a good price until we were drafted into a fleet of Republic Warships on a war path to a moon called Yavin 4. There we encountered a massive fleet of unidentified ships docked over head at large ship yard. When I asked who it was we were fighting, they never told me." He gulped down a large chunk of the ale. "The battles there were horrific. The warriors we fought were weilding vibroswords, but they were different. They were amplified in some way. They clashed with lightsabers. I saw each member of the small group of rebels die in that single battle....It waged on for 3 years untill we finally captured their leader. I'm not sure what they did with him. But I heard he killed himself by using a concealed table knife."

I said "I see. I'm sorry for your lose." He smiled again, and said "Do not be, it was many years ago. For now, please use the quarters we have set up for you. In the morning you can go wherever your supposed to check in." We nodded, bowed, and left the room heading toward a medium sized building. I was relieved that I could finally go to sleep. But I wasn't prepared for what was going to happen next.....

The un-expected revelation
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The next moring young Foxerian awoke from his bed with a startle. He looked around and then rubbed his head. He turned toward his gear in the corner of the room. Foxerian got up from the bed and approched his gear and took the robe from the mess. He wasn't much a tidy person so much of his things were scattered about the corner. He put the right arm slot on and then left, he then tided the robe's belt in the front. He placed the bottom half the of the robe on and then his brown boots. He slipped his regular tunic belt around his waist and then clipped his lightsaber to the belt. He then walked to the durasteel door and opened it walking outside. It was just day break and the fog was still looming around the camp. It was all silent, alittle too silent for his own tastes. He approched Nynuc's supposed room and knocked on the door. A low grunt was heard and he opened the door. Nynuc was dressed but obviously not awake. Foxerian snickered and said "Alittle tired are we?" Nynuc just grunted and they both walked out.

The camp almost seemed abandoned, no fires could be smelled like the night before nor any sounds were heard. He expected to hear some sort of activity but there was none. They walked to Tyrcan's hall and inside they found nothing. There was only a few things left over like the chairs and tables. But everything else had been stripped. He was confused and Nynuc had shown a sign of confusion as well as to ask: "Where is everyone?" Foxerian returned with a reply "I have no idea. Strange they didn't tell us they were leaving." Nynuc nodded and they both walked out again. They walked out of the camp's front gate and walked down the path they had ridden the night before on the bikes.

Noises emerged as they walked down into the valley, where the trandoshin camp had been located. Nynuc stopped and lifted a hand. "Wait, there's something not right. Come on" They crouched down and went into the jungle overlooking the trandoshin camp. They looked down and could see the dark shapes going through the reckage and debree. They even saw some wookiees who were in shackles like the day before. The dark shapes smoothed out and it had been black armor. They were scouring the camp, looking for whatever they could find. Their armor was demonic looking and their helmets had red visors. They were wearing a emblem on their shoulders. It was similiar to the Death Watch's emblem but their's had shapped out two letters: DB. He was confused as to what it all could mean, and they continued to observe until a man with what seemed like ranking symboles on his armor approched the rest of the groups and shouted an order. They all approched two shuttles that were just beyond the jungle. As they boreded the officer took off his helmet, and it was Trycan who was bording the shuttle. The shuttles took off and also took the wookiees they rounded up with them.

Shocked at the revelation, Foxerian and Nynuc looked at each other. Nynuc said solomly: We need to find a ship and get off this planet." Foxerian nodded, but didn't seem that suprised. He had known from the start that something was strange with the group. But what were their intentions? To make it look like they were helping the jedi and then sell the wookiees off? Well it seemed that it had been confirmed with the actions of the group. Foxerian never saw that man again nor the group. He supposed that they were just another group of mercanaries. He knew that he had to move on for the safty of others and to not look back at the past.

Splitting ties
Foxerian ever since that day, began to keep to himself. He was a loyal Knight and did as the council willed without question. It didn't seem like he had emotions and his veiw of others was changing. He didn't trust anyone, nor at time did he trust himself. He felt as if his own life wasn't controlled by his own actions and that force was manipulating everything around him and it hated him. So he hated it back but still was talented with it, he tolerated it because he knew there was no way of losing such a connection and if he did it would ultimatly destroy him.

So Foxerian kept to his studies and missions, sometimes he would talk to old friends but much of the time he was either busy doing some reading or off some place just to explore. He cut his ties from Nynuc as if he never existed. His old mentors whom he most looked up to; Raltharon Damara, Aum Specnoe and Sandra Dervo were cut from his veiw, he no longer wanted to see them. He never wanted to talk to anyone it seemed.

Datapad Log: Beta 3
''It has been over 20 years since I have seen the surface of my home world. Korriban is a desolate world of nothing. The very air you breath is like breathing in death, and the surface is almost like a desert but it's waste lands are composed of many peaks and mountains. Though I am now a Jedi Master and my duties imply me to stay at the temple at some times to teach the younglings, I have the urge to explore that old planet. I must beware though, it's ancient catacombs are composed of the Dark Side and it's creatures do not fear anything but death itself. ::Transmission ends::''

Datapad Log: Beta 4
The crackling of his voice fills the datapad with only a few words. Sith tombs. Jen'ari....Derriphan. Writings on the walls. ::Transmission cuts:: (For Sith'ese translations go to Sith Language)

Datapad Log: Omega 1
He appears back onto the datapad, by the looks of it just outside a tomb. ''I have traveled deep withen the catacombs of an ancient tomb. I believe it was the tomb of Naga Sadow..I must find more information about my past. I've come to a conclusion that I was indeed born here, the ground feels familiar and the air fills my lungs with excitment. I will record further findings. ''::Transmission ends::

Datapad Log: Omega 4
''I've found it! I've found what I've been looking for. The information and the teachings streaming into my head, I can see the very language appear right before my eyes. Everything is clear, and now I understand what the 'Force' truely is. A curse I bare and will forever bare. But no longer will I sit beside these jedi in a time of peace, for too long have I sat in the shadows. The time of justice and tyrany is coming. I've been held back by the Jedi and their lackies and there for they threaten me and those who stand for the greatness of others. If it means destroying those I once thought of as family...Then it will be done. ''

The Return
" For centuries jedi have lived as a symbol of peace and prosperity. But do we truely know if they stand for such liberties? No, the jedi are trained to know what is right. But who's right is wrong? "

The planet of Dantooine is a symbole of some jedi as a haven of peace. The plains of dantooine are fertile and the animals there are less than hostile if left alone. But now, the creatures of the grove have begun to act alittle more hostile. " For what reason could they be acting like this? " Says a young jedi knight to another jedi. The academy councilor Vardun Lruis; believes that the creatures are acting out of pure fear or panic. Why they would acting this way, no one knows. Yet for the Councilor, he knows. A slight wind before the storm.



The fog that morning was most unusual for Dantooine, dew began to grow on the grass; But then the sun was invitable to rise, and the fog began to clear and the dew began to evaporate away. The jedi began their daily rituals and other things they do in the morning. The world was silent other than the jedi. The brushing of grass was the only thing that was heard through the haze of the fog that still lingered. The fog had been thick and was still layering the outskirts of the academy but the sun was still piercing the fog making small pockets of clearings. The sound of the brushing of the grass was low, and the sound seemed to repeat but in slow patterns. The Jedi Brutes who switch out every so offten, were looking at the fog. They never lost their focus and stared at the fog. They couldn't feel a presence but something was obviously coming this way. They looked at each other (Only 2 of them) and then back at the fog; They prepared themselves for whatever was coming. They saw several small patches of light withen the fog and looked at the small clearings. Something caught one of the Jedi Brute's eye; But only for a split second did he see somthing. The grass was still brushing aside in slow motions. A second time one of the jedi brute's saw what seemed like a left shoulder that was cloaked in black. They could still hear the brushing sound now gaining strength in sound but still the same pace. The next they caught a glimpse of a torso clad in small portions of armor. The grass further gained strength in sound. Then all was silent. The brushing stopped and no longer could they see anything. Then, the grass gained strength again in sound but the sound still was the same pace, making no attempts of speeding up. The air was calm, but the fog remained, and the dew was only in small portions. Then, they glimpsed something. A mask, that had a small portion taken out of at the upper left side. They saw a portion of a eye. The eye wasn't normal, the pupil was almost exactly snake like, and the eye was colored a dark yellow. The hood had been lowered to cover the upper portion of it and they only caught a small glimpse of this image. Then, the fog began to fold and a shadow emerged out of the fog.

Vengence
" The Dark side of the force is a pathway to many abilities some consider..unnatural. "

As the Fog folded away, a jolt of lightning struck one of the Brutes. Surprised the second brute looked at his comrade and then back at the fog, The brute then ignited his blade and ran toward the fog, wanting to find out what the cause of it was. Another lightning bolt struck the second brute just before he got to the fog. The first brute was clinging to life and looked at his fallen comrade, weakly trying to crawl to his comrade. He crawled to the smoking body and shook the body." There is no use. " The brute looked up, the head of the being was right in the sun and couldn't tell what the figure looked like. Before he could ask, a lightsaber struck through his throat, the smell of the burning of flesh filled the brute's nose just before he died. The Figure then retracted his lightsaber and headed to the door of the academy.

The Chronicler of the Academy had felt the shift in the force, and knew that something was wrong. But what the origion was still a question needing answered. The Chronicler sat and meditated on his thoughts. As he did a few other Jedi entered the room. Raltharon Damara, Nynuc I'srel, and visiting councilor Aum Specnoe. They gathered around the Chronicler and sat as well, nodding to eachother going into a meditative state.

The two Jedi Knights smiled at eachother, one being a girl and other a boy. Their secret relationship was seeable at best. The boy proposed that they travelled to the garden where no one would see them, so they traveled the corridors to the door to the grove. As they got to the door, the door opened and without hesitation, the man was struck down by a flying lightsaber piercing his heart. The women screamed, and looked at her fallen love. She had tears already streaming from her face, she turned to face the assailant, yet again the sun blocked the figures face who was also hooded making it harder to see. Without questioning herself, she charged at the figure and the figure only stood there. She slashed downward open her foe hoping to make it quick, A hand sprang out of the cloak and grabbed the womens hands on the lightsaber. The lightsaber was only a few inches from the figure's head, the figure twisted her around agaisn't him. Forcibly he twisted her hands and made her cut open her own throat. She fell to the ground immeditaly, there she rested never to get up and together the two were in the force.

The figure took his lightsaber from the heart of the man, and stepped over the body. Before he could go through the next set of doors, 6 jedi had come running through the door. They looked at the bodies and then the figure. They didn't ignite so rashley and one asked " Who are you? " The figure didn't answer. " Who are you?! Answer me! " A small quick chuckle came from the being, " Vengence. " Before he knew what hit him, a lightsaber pierced through the jedi's skull and the lightsaber retracked back to the figure's hand. There was no longer any reason to continue diplomaticlly and the jedi ignited, one of the Jedi was the apprentice to the fallen Jedi. He looked at his fallen master and ran at the figure, fueled by hate, he struck to the left side of the figure. The figure caught the boy's arm inbetween the elbow and the hand before the strike could land, and cold words slowly edged out of the figure's mouth, " You have hate, young one. But your resolve is not as great as mine. " The figure's right leg extended and then bended into a knee, it struck the Apprentice's Elbow and snapped it clear out of place breaking it. The boy screamed from the pain and dropped to his knees. No longer able to hold his lightsaber, the lightsaber fell before the feet of the figure. The figure picked up the lightsaber and looked at the remaining jedi. He broke the lightsaber into two in his grasp, the electricty and smoke burst out of the remains of the lightsaber. The Jedi looked at him, angry they all charged their foe. The first Jedi struck downards from above, the second struck from an angle to the left. Both were clashed with the figure's lightsaber, the third jedi struck from the side, and the fourth still ran toward the figure. The figure grabbed the third jedi's hands before he could strike a blow, the fourth ran toward the figure now having a chance to end it. But before he could also land a blow, The right leg of the figure swiflty kicked him in the stomach sending him toward the wall. With all of their attacks deflected or blocked, The figure sent a shockwave of the force, sending all three to the wall. Each hit the wall with a snapping sound and the wall cracked at each one. Each one had their spine brocken on impact and died.

The figure disignited and dusted himself off. Then proceeded toward the door, and walked through the door. There waiting were 10 jedi already ready for him. The Figure smirked beneath the mask and hood. " Shall we begin? " The Jedi jumped at him.

Resolve
" Tell me what you regard as your greatest strength, so I will know how best to undermine you; tell me of your greatest fear, so I will know which I must force you to face; tell me what you cherish most, so I will know what to take from you; and tell me what you crave, so that I might deny you… "

Debris covered the courtyard, small pockets of holes were in the ground and the jedi lay there. He retracked his lightsaber from the chest of a pinned jedi on the tree trunk. The figure looked around at the scene, and then looked at the door to the council room. He stepped over a couple of bodies before reaching the door. The door opens and leading them come Aum Specnoe, Raltharon Damara, and Nynuc I'srel. They looked at the bodies and then the figure. Raltharon looked at the figure and asked " So then you are the source of the disturbence? " The figure simply looked at them not answering the question. Aum then said " Enough of this, you shouldn't hide yourself from your comrades; Foxerian. " Both Raltharon and Nynuc looked Aum with alittle suprise and then back at the Figure. Seeing no more reason to hide himself, Foxerian lowered his hood and then removed his mask. Raltharon was first to speak ''" How dare you! Do you know what you have done?! I had hope in you! I had hope that you wouldn't be influenced o- " Find my roots?! You jedi preach the same thing, speaking of peace and justice and serenity. Your pathetic code is nothing, no longer will you hold me back Raltharon this is your end. " ''Ratharon was struck, he was the person who had first found the boy within the cave, and thought of him as a son.

" What have I done? " Aum turned to Raltharon and said: " You could not have foreseen this .'" Aum then turned back to Foxerian. " But to have stooped so low, is something unforgivable. " '" Peace is a lie there is only passion. " Aum looked at him. " What? " " Through passion I gain strength. " " Through strength, I gain power. " " Through power, I gain victory. " " Through victory, my chains are brocken. The force shall free me. " Aum then said " So be it. " Aum Ignited his blade, and made gestures only he would fight. Foxerian ignited his blade, and waited for aum to make his move. Aum sent a force blast at Foxerian, it was easily deflected by his left hand. But aum was expecting this and had moved in quickly striking from below. He dodged the blow just seconds from impact, it surely would have cut him in half. He looked at aum " Your not even trying Foxerian. " Foxerian stood there silently, blocking out the sound. He waited for Aum's next move.

Void
He looked at Aum; The cool air slowly pushing away the dust from the scene. His vision faded in and out, his mind raced and his thoughts were jumbled. 'Is this my potential?' He thought to himself, his mind staggering even to think. His body was limp almost acting on instinct. 'Why is this happening to me? Perhaps I pushed myself too far even just defeating the earlier jedi; I can feel my strength withering.' He slowly looked down at his hand, it trembled. 'Am I afraid of death? Why should I be, I feel already dead. Where is my hatred, where is my passion?' His vision faded for a second as he looked up. Aum was gone. " Where are you looking?! " The blade came crashing down at him, it struck the ground and the ground trembled from the blow. Aum looked over seeing that Foxerian had dodged the attack with ease. 'Using his blade with force blast hmm? Alittle much from a Jedi. But Master Aum was never a regular jedi.' He looked at Aum still not having thoughts of attacking, his thoughts held him back from thinking straight. Aum stared at him, " Whats the Matter? Afraid of me now? Why are you not attacking, Sith? " Foxerian chuckled or did so unadvised from himself. " Afraid of you? You are nothing, I no longer need to say anthing to you as if I was your equal. " Aum sighed " Your arrogance will be the death of you, if not by me then it will be someone stronger or you will consume yourself. " Aum charged forward, spinning the saber in his right hand and then switching to his left before stricking from the left side. Sparks flew as the sabers clashed and then again as the right swing came from Aum, A downward strike then from above, and then again just above Foxerian's right shoulder. Each still deflected by the one hand that still moved limply to deflect the blows from Aum. 'Why do I continue, should I give up now? Then why would I have gone so far, to fall so hard.' Aum continued his barage still not contacting any part of Foxerian. Foxerian's robe flew as each blow connected with his blade, Aum still was using Force Blast as a combination with the saber. But how could this be possible, should not the blows be atleast tattering the robes? It would seem that Foxerian's body was doing its own, it deflected the blows with its own. Foxerian continued to fight unconscious his body reacting to the movements as if a chemical reaction to mixes.

His vision still fading in and out of the fight, he fought his own weak mind as his body did it's best to defend him from the blows. 'Is this what it was like for you Father? Was this my destiny, to be so weak? Father, if you still can hear me, help me'

'That is what I fear, weakness. Do I fear it because I felt as if I was my father, maybe I could have saved him and Mother if I wasn't so weak? Could I have reacted?' Aum stepped back out of breath, Aum pushed his brown hair from his face. He noticed that Foxerian didn't even look tired. Aum thought to himself 'This is impossible, to be fighting at this strength and not be tired, what kind of monster has he turned himself into?' Aum looked at his blade and held it out parrel with his body. He placed his left hand on it, and the bottum of the blade ignited green. The double-bladed lightsaber glistened green and Aum got into his position and charged at Foxerian.

'I will not fear this weakness, no longer shall I fear my own power. I cannot determine battle from the Force alone, battle is fought in the mind not from the power one possesses.' His vision returned, just as Aum struck at him with the double-bladed lightsaber. Foxerian quickly reacted slashing upwards the hilt slashed in two, and then kicking aum in the face. He left no time for reaction and ran at the floating body and grabed Aum by the neck and slammed him down into the floor; The floor shattered from the force of the impact, Aum coughed out blood and some of it splattered onto Foxerian's face. " This is war Master Aum, old men should not be partcipating. " and with that Foxerian struck into Aum's chest, leaving his carcass to smell of burnt flesh and looking at the two remaining.

Memories
Blood slowly trickled from Aum's mouth, his body pulsating with what he had left and the slight smell that filled his nostrils. A smile trickled across his dying lips. His eyes looked up at the blue sky and the birds that flew overhead. He gurgled out what was a chuckle, his coughs shook his body and it was slowly going limp. 'I remember that day. He was a small boy, though alittle rugid around the edges, he had the potential of a true jedi. I feared this day, but I also knew it was coming, the day that my fears would come to shape and I felt that if the council accepted him that he would go down this path. I was right, but I didn't see it coming once I got to know him. He was shy to others and kept to himself, but he had the potential of a good man. Maybe, this is a test for him and me, the Force seems to make its own decisions.' He gurgled out another chuckle. 'But now thats over, and my time is done. I can only hope that we endure this storm and the future generations learn from our mistakes.' Aum took one last look at Raltharon and Nynuc who had worried looks, and then to the lurking jedi who didn't want to get involved. He could see a women weeping in the arms of another jedi as he breathed his last breath, he outstretched his arm toward the sky and then it all went black. (A memory to Aum, whereever he may be.)

End Game
Foxerian looked at the remaining two. He pulled his hood back up over his head and over his eyes. Leaving his mask placed on his belt. He smiled. Then belted his lightsaber as well. The two took a quick glance at each other. " You two aren't worth it. Neither are the rest of you. I now know my limits and how to improve on them. Good Bye, jedi. For now. " With that Foxerian turned and walked out. The jedi were still in shock of the events that just occured, but then quickly came to. They treated the jedi downed before, just before they all almost died from their injuries. Aum though, did not recover. He was already too far gone. His age finally caught up to him and his body couldn't keep him together long enough to be healed. A ceremony was held for the jedi who also did not recover during the healing process. Then a seperate one for Aum. Raltharon spoke at his funeral. ''" Master Aum Specnoe, was a good man. His life was dedicated to the Jedi Order and to it's future jedi. He never once stopped believing that the Jedi could ever crumble or ever fall to another attack. That was his one flaw, even as we all felt safe and secure. We were almost destroyed by one. One whom we trained to be a Jedi. One who was my friend. Master Aum always spoke of him, but never felt the desire to get to know him all that well. He even said on the day of Foxerian's admitence, that he would brng destruction. We didn't heed that warning and we paid for it. Master Aum is now with the force and the force shall guide him to a ever long after life." ''The Jedi held a moment of silence and then all left in silence.

Foxerian looked back at dantooine from his star ship. Flipping the mask in his hand, he remembered his old life as a jedi. He chuckled and set a new course to Korriban there he would remain for some time.

Unexpected Landing
The ship dropped out of hyperspace in Tatooine space. Foxerian looked at the charts and had seen that the ship dropped at Tatooine instead of Korriban. ''This thing dropped out of hyperspace way off course. Must be a malfunction in the hyperdrive. I don't know much about hyperdrives, so I guess i'll have to just get a whole new one. I only have enough credits for the hyperdrive it would seem as well. I guess, I won't be drinking in the cantina anytime soon. ''He went back to the cockpit and drove the ship a little ways from Mos Espa, for he didn't have enough credits to dock his ship. He walked toward the ramp controls, and lowered the ramp. He pulled up his hood and placed his mask on. He then walked down the ramp and into the vast ocean of sand that layed before him. He pulled his cloak around his body, traveling toward the large city.

As he entered Mos Espa, more activity began to show. Speeders exited and entered the city, small jawas were always around something mechancial (Little buggers). Jawas were known to steal anything that showed interest to them. He smiled behind his mask and continued walking into the city, where he was met by the large crowds around the bazaars and various stands along the street. The street stretched for what seemed like atleast a mile, reaching a small speeder bay where most of the patrons for a cantina nearby, would leave their speeders as they went for a drink. Though that didn't protect the speeders from the little jawas who would occasionally steal a part or two.

Foxerian looked back at the large crowds, and turned to his left as he entered another room with a few people inside. The room took a large dip in the middle, and was excessable by stairs. He went down the stairs and continued through the small hallway and ended up outside again. To his delight he found a small parts shop. It was busy enough that he could tell there he would find a good priced hyperdrive. He entered the shop and looked around. Inside there were many droids off to the sides and some droid parts hanging from the ceiling above the room. He pushed aside one of the parts hanging from the ceiling and out into the back of the shop. There he looked through the various ship parts scattered about the ground. Each was tagged with a price, but were not all lined up a row. You would see a part on one side of the back, and then find a similar part on the otherside of the back. He walked past a large ship engine and saw the perfect hyperdrive for his ship. He looked at the price, and he barely had enough to get the hyperdrive and maybe get a drink. He smiled with happiness. He looked for the shop owner, who was a Twi'lek, and paid the twi'lek for the hyperdrive, as well as hired a few jawas (1 cred for 4 of them.) to carry the hyperdrive back whenever he asked them to. He didn't speak the jawas native language but understood a good bit of it.

He looked at the hyperdrive with success in his eyes. He asked the jawas to wait here for him, and he would give them another credit. The Jawas jumped with a little glee, and stood there waiting for him as he entered a Cantina just across the street. He sat down in a booth near the main bar which was located in the center of the cantina. A twi'lek waitress walked over and asked him what he wanted. He replyed with "Corellian ale. My dear." The twi'lek laughed and walked off for the drink. He sat back and looked around the cantina. He pulled his hood down just over the eye slight of the mask, that he could see under it. He kept his lightsaber hidden from the public eyes as to not draw attention. Even though his mask might draw enough attention as some of the populace drew notice of him. He took off the mask, and lowered his hood even more. His blue eyes scanned the rest of the crowds around the bar as he leaned back in the chair. The Twi'lek waitress returned with his drink, he smiled and said "Thank you, darling." He placed the credits on the table and enjoyed his drink.

It was getting rather late now, as the twin suns began to drop below the horizan. He looked out the window of the cantina, seeing the light change to a darker shade as the suns slowly dropped. He finished his drink and returned to the shop. Suprisingly, the jawas were sitting there waiting for him. The jawas said with a small hint of happiness: "ootini!" and all four picked up the hyperdrive and followed him through the streets of Mos Espa. The streets now clear of the commen folk as the suns had dropped now and darkness had taken the scene. He kicked some of the sand up with his boots as he walked down the street. He suddenly heard the sound of a lightsaber igniting and a couple of screems and blaster fire. He told the Jawas to stop and take a rest quickly and ran down the alleyway. He stopped at the corner of the alleyway, and looked down it. There he could make out a blue lightsaber being held by a women, whom was dressed in a darkershade of robes. Her silver hair was gleeming in the of blue from the lightsaber as she battled back some hormoned crazed thugs. There were quite a few of them as well. Where they had come from he had no idea, though he could make out each had a similar tatoo on their arms. He could tell now that each were part of the same gang. He watched the women slash and push back the thugs. He chuckled and thought to himself: She can handle herself. He scratched the back of his head and turned. He heard the women screetch as she was overwelmed by the thugs as there were too many for one person to handle(Maybe even for him in his current state.) He looked back and saw her continue to fight the thugs, but they took her lightsaber. He knew at that moment that he had to assist or no one would.

He walked toward the thugs the sand pushing behind his boots and into the air. He tapped one of the thugs on the shoulder. He grunted and looked back. He punched the thug square in the face and the thug was launched at the wall, through the thugs and over the women. The thugs looked at him, as well as the women. He chuckled and said: "Gentlemen is that anyway to treat a women?" They charged at him, he shook his head in disappointment. As they neared him, he closed his eyes and they changed from blue to the snake like pupils with the yellow covering the edges of the pupil. He pushed back his right arm, and electricity sparked ready to be shot. He pushed his hand forward and the purpal lightning ignited from his finger tips and blasted most of the thugs away off to the sides of the alley. He sighed, his hand was smoking from the tips of his fingers. He walked to the women, stepping over a dead thug. He smiled at her and said: "May I ask who you are?" She looked at him, he noticed that her eyes were similar to his, and he was intrigued by this. She said as he reached out his hand and helped her up: "My name is Tara DeWolf." He smiled and said: "Tara? Thats a wonderful name. Mine is Foxerian." She smiled at him and the two walked off with the jawas to his ship.

Planning
The full moon shined over the planet of Korriban. Its reflection gleaming off the side of the windows of the Academy. The Sith Academy long forgotten now lived in by Foxerian and Tara, has been fixed up alittle it still needed work but it was being reconstructed slowly. Foxerian didn't have much time for the reconstruction of the Academy, for it wasn't his goal to revive them. His love for Tara was too strong for even him and she loved him back. Foxerian lived as a Bounty hunter, it gave them enough money to live on. Foxerian though did not stride around as his real name, he created the Alias of 'Loterious' after some of his decedents and eventually put in Rogue to improve the name.

Foxerian had travelled much of the galaxy and usually Tara travelled with him. She also was once a Jedi and had abilities of her own that he used for his missions. Through their travels they were cursed by the spirit of Kara Blackheart. This spirit corrupted much of Foxerian's steps, he began to become a much darker figure, the two could do nothing but sit back and watch.

As he travelled deeper within the unknown, Foxerian discovered his own power. He was able to create Artifical portals to his mind, there he would torchure his victum or kill (depending on his mood) this person. This ability though had 'Effective' draw backs, as he later discovered. His skin turned black with each moment he possed or used this skill. He could only assume that it would eventully consume him and destroy him. Though the warnings pointed out what would happen, he continued to use the ability.

Visionary
As he navigated through the crowds on Tatooine he was given a tip that another contesting Bounty Hunter was in the vacinity. He searched for this other Bounty Hunter to lower the competition. He searched and searched much of Tatooine but could not find the Bounty Hunter. He decided to go onto one last settlement before he left. Anchorhead was a medium - sized city, and would be easier for him to track his target. But this also led him to a dead end. He was just about to give up, when he litterly looked up. He saw three figures, one was saying and moving his hand, the other two were holding hands. One was a women dressed in Jedi robes. The other in Mandalorian armour.

Foxerian knew that this was his target. Foxerian crept up the side of the wall in order to get a better view of things. As he crept he could start to hear the man speaking. "Do you Allen I'sreal take, Alateri-" He could not make out the rest. But as the sentence began to sink into his head he could make up some facts. Allen is the brother of Nynuc, he is the target, he is getting married, and he is getting married to a Jedi. This fasinated him, and he watched from a higher postion. He watched as the two were finally married and kissed. He thought to himself How lovely. He reached for his customized throwing daggers, and threw them at allen, one pierced the armour just below his right arm. The others missed and hit the floor. The women was not too pleased to see that her husband was getting hit by daggers and frantically searched for him.

Foxerian jumped down and stood before them and clapped. ''" Congradulations Allen and...Alaterial I think." ''Alaterial was tending to Allen's wound. The other man had ran off. He shook his head, and said "So this is the famous Allen I'sreal? You've been a pain in my side for far to long, its time I ended it." Alaterial healed Allen's wound and stared at him. She ignited her blade and charged him out of hatred. But before she could make contact with him, Allen had caught her. "Don't charge him head on. You can't let him get to you, he's only playing mind games.' Allen drew his blaster, and jumped back alittle and fired at Foxerian. Foxerian smiled and delfected the shots with his hand, using a combination of Force push and his hand to make the projectiles explode on contact before dealing any real damage.

His hand smoked from the shots, and Alaterial had been waiting for him to loose concetration on her and jumped up. She brought the saber down on him, and Foxerian stepped to the left. He dodged the blade, and she slashed to her right as to cut him in half. She missed again, Foxerian had ducked below the saber. She tried once again, and missed a downward slash. Allen jetted up and fired his rocket at him, Alaterial jumped away and watched. The rockett stood inches before him, being stopped by Force Grip. Foxerian sent the projectile hurtiling at Allen. Allen quickly dodged the rockett and moved in for close combat, for he was very skilled in his martial arts, hopig to defeat him that way. Allen sweeped at his legs, but Foxerian jumped over it. Recovering allen quickly swift kicked to his right to hit Foxerian on the face, Foxerian blocked the kick with both hands, Allen quickly drew his blaster and fired, barely missing Foxerian's head by inches. Allen threw a punch at him, and the punch was caught by Foxerian's. Foxerian merly overpowered his oppenent and threw him agaisnt the wall. A lightsaber hummed behind him, Foxerian quickly turned around and force blasted Alaterial out the window onto a starship. The people in the bay looked at them with curiosity.

Foxerian jumped out the window after her. Before she could stand up, Foxerian stopped on Alaterial's lightsaber hand several times and she released the weapon. He kept his foot on her arm and looked down at her. " You are not my target, do not persist or you will die. " He stomped on her stomach and jumped back up to Allen. Allen had predicted this move, and had another rockett waiting for him. Just as Foxerian jumped up he launched a rockett at him. Foxerian force pushed the projectile to evade it, and it continued on behind him. Before he realized it, it was heading toward Alaterial. He looked back and force gripped it away just before impact. He turned back to allen and kicked him in the stomach. He reached for his lightsaber and ignited it. He looked at Allen and as he was about to kill him, Jedi arrived. They looked at Foxerian, and as they charged him, he disappeared into ash. He had used his own little teleportation technique to his shuttle and took off. Though is plan didn't come through he had enough of this life.

He walked into the Academy, and embraced Tara. He kissed her gently and said: "I'm going to make you my Queen of the Universe." Foxerian smiled and looked back at the new recruits.

Construction
Now tasked with the Re-construction of the long forgotten Sith Empire, Foxerian had began to summon lost connections with the people of the Sith. The society of the once Sith Empire gathered to him, responding to his call of war agaisn't their long foes the Republic and the Jedi. Force users came to his call, asking for the teachings of forgotten Sith, and this he willingly gave to them. But before he could conclude who would become Sith, he had to 'test' the abilities of the Force Users. His first test for the recruits was to survive. He gathered 50 hopefuls for the first session of the test, and there he announced " In Order to survive and become stronger, you must eliminate all those in your way for power. Do not hold regret, or remorse for those around you, for they only help you become stronger. We are Sith. " The Battle royal began, recruits were armed only with the force and what they had. Out of the 50 of the hopefuls only one remained. Foxerian personally approached the victor and said " You have bested all here, as the first of the Sith, you shall become my apprentice under the title of Darth..Xirritium. " Xirritium kneeled before his new master and was titled. Foxerian then took on his role as the Dark Lord Augustus.

Augustus had Xirritium on his limits during their training sessions. He used every aspect he was trained as a Jedi and molded it with the Sith way. He created a new training regiment, testing all senses of the body and all of the abilities of the force. Xirritium was progressing very quickly and at a very young age. Augustus could see him as his heir and knew one day his Title would be approached by Xirritium.

As he trained Xirritium, Xirritium trained others to learn the basics of the Sith and other training regiments to keep the training progress continue with all the other Sith. This chain of progress was rapidly spreading amongst the Sith. Even non-force using citizens of the Sith used every resource to build and construct weapons, armour, ships, droids. Every resource that was available to them was used.

As one the Sith began to rise on their new base of operations on Ziost. Augustus would finally be able to exact revenge upon his enamies; The Jedi. He did not hate them, for it was not like him to hate. He wished only their absolute destruction, they were in his way for his true goal: To be the Emperor of a new found Empire and finally be at peace with his wife and family by his side. He would not stop until his goal was realized.

Plague
His attention was being swayed from his Empire, he began to notice that his skin had begun to turn pitch black. His abilities became weak, and he as a person was dying. But he was determined he would not die from this illness: " I just need a break, thats all. " He re-assured himself, that he would be cured if he stopped using the ability as much. But he continued to use the abilitiy to show the hopefuls the extent of power. But unknowningly he was killing himself for the benefit of others. He decided to take a retreat to Naboo with his wife. Foxerian threw off his title and returned to his normal name as he traveled to naboo, for his title could not be found out nor could the Sith empire be discovered.

Foxerian arrived at Naboo, Tara and Foxerian stayed at a local village just south of the capital city of Theed, there they enjoyed the medows and the quiet sceneray. Ironicly enough Allen and Alaterial had taken a vacation within the vacinity as well.

As Foxerian was out walking around in the medow with his wife, he saw Allen with Alaterial. Both of them stared at eachother for a minute, not realizing who they were. For Foxerian didn't wear his normal robes, and Allen wasn't wearing his Mandalorian armour. Foxerian reached for his lightsaber, and Allen reached for his holstered blaster. Allen fired, and Foxerian deflected the shot, Foxerian then force pushed Allen down. As Foxerian drove down for the final blow, Allen drew his Lightsaber and blocked the attack. Foxerian was suprised, for he didn't know Allen was a Force Sensative nor did he realize he had built a lightsaber. Allen was skilled for a beginner much like his brother Nynuc. The two battled their way to a landing platform, and there they dueled. Foxerian began to feel rage building within himself, he could not explain the rage he was feeling and struck at Allen with heavy Blows and alittle uncorrdinated slashes. He placed Allen near the edge and struck away his lightsaber.

Foxerian's rage began to consume him, he no longer had controll of his own body. He could see the black consume his body, and he no longer could control his actions. Foxerian laughed and picked allen up, and then stabed him. Allen looked at his wife Alaterial who was running up with Tara, and fell into the water. Alaterial was overcome with tears, and ran to the edge of the platform. Foxerian turned to Alaterial, hoisted her up by her hands into the air and said " If you love him so much, then be with him. " and threw her into the water after Allen. He looked at Tara, his movements not controlled by himself, he walked over and threw her down. He smiled, and ignited his blade. He was about to finish her, when he stopped himself by pure willpower. He loved her too much to lose her, and he tried to beat back the rage. He stumbled near the edge, and looked at Tara and said " Kill me Tara! I'm a threat! Destroy me! " He thrust his ligthsaber to her, and stood with his arms to the sides but it was difficult, he was still trying to regain controll. Tara's face was full of tears and she slowly walked over to the lightsaber and picked it up. She walked to him, she kissed him and then stabed him in the stomach.

He fell to into the water, and watched as he sunk. His vision became black and he was about to die, when he heard another splash, and saw silver hair. Tara drug him to the side of the lake and admistered whatever healing abilites she had in order to revive him.

He coughed up water and blood at the same time. He looked at his stomach and saw that he had been bandaged, and looked up to see Tara. He was so happy as he looked at her, and smiled. The plague on his body had disappeared and he felt like himself again. He looked over to his left and saw that Allen also was okay. The two looked at eachother and nodded, they decided then that their differences had to subside and the two went in their seperate directions.

Conquest
Augustus now knew that his army was ready. Years after the gathering of his forces and the training of his Sith, they were ready.

It was dawn on Dantooine and sun began to streem into the council room. The Dantooine temple was much larger, and almost mimiced the temple on Coruscant. There in the Council room, Raltharon Damara, and Nynuc I'sreal, both now part of the council, discussed why they had a feeling of darkness encrouching around Republic Space. They felt the echos in the force and knew something was coming, but when, where and what was coming was unknown to them. As Nynuc was just finishing a sentance, a Rockett buzed into the Council window and blew up. They two quickly had jumped out of the way of the explosion and looked out of the window. There they saw the main Sith War Fleet raze the cities of Dantooine and the troops piled within the streets of the city just outside of the Temple. There the Sith and Jedi forces finally confronted. Xirritium led the charge into the Jedi lines outside of the temple and there they battled for dominence over Dantooine. Calls were sent out to the Republic only to be blocked by the invading fleet. The city fell within 2 hours. The Jedi temple was raized and the jedi had fled the system, now retreating back to various Temples. The Sith began their conquest out from Ziost and conquered nearby planets enforcing their rule over them.

Augustus watched from his Flagship the expansion of his Empire, he was proud of his forces and continued his war with the Republic for some time.

Death
From the seat of his throne Augustus watched as the galaxy burned before his feet, his vengence reaching the planet of Coruscant. There Augustus personally lead his forces to seize the Senatorial district and then destroyed the Jedi Temple which was present. As the crowned 'King' and 'Emperor' of the Sith Empire, Augustus waited for Republic forces to come back to Coruscant as a retaliation to the attack. Augustus sat and waited for the Republic forces, but they did not show. As age began to play its game with Augustus, his mind began to mold with age, and his body began to weaken.

Xirritum now ready to take the throne from Augustus as he pleased, did not personally take the throne from him. Xirritium really only had 2 main problems: 1. Augustus, and 2. Augustus's heir; his son. The first was taken care of. Augustus was killed by a squad of Republic soldiers led by a Jedi Knight upon the hills of Naboo. There he died, and he was buried on Korriban. Much greif struck his family and now they set theirs eyes upon the throne in order to keep the dominance. Augustus's son: Ravuin, did not take the throne. He was also killed, but upon the battle field. He was struck by a bolt from a rifle of a Republic Soldier at the Battle of Dathomir. His body was also carried to Korriban to be laid to rest.

Xirritum saw no threats lingering any longer. Queen, or Empress Tara Martin still stood in the way. Xirritum acted swiftly and cunningly. He killed her with his own hands, but made it look like an accident, and therefor no other heirs of age; Xirritum took the throne and was crowned the new King/Emperor of the Sith Empire.

Knowledge
An abyss of black flowed around him. He knew not where he was and his mind wondered. "So, is this death? Is there no further life to this or is this my sentance for my crimes? The endless void, nothing moves, I don't even know if I move. I can't tell in this abyss. Perhaps this is how it ends for all of us. Nothing is there at the end of it all. All of it is for nothing." He scanned the abyss with his 'eyes'. He didn't feel, or touch, or anything. He felt only the wake of death upon his body: Nothing.

Until a light gleamed upon him, and he saw that someone had opened his Holocron.

Family
The story will continue after said information

There is much to talk about the Martin family. Through ancient traditions many were brandished with the mark of the M, though not all were blood family. The M represented the family along the stomach, and mainly placed there in blood. The blood through some sith magic, was then wiped away and revealed that the letter was permanently placed in said location.

Some can claim they are of the family because it is easily copied. There is one way to tell that the person is of the family, which is the traditional eyes. The eyes do not have any special abilities, besides maybe a fear effect. Other than that they are pure appearence. They symbolize a generation of Dark Side weilders, and can be mistaken for a cathar and other species who possess said eyes.

Many have said even in these much later years that one of the family still remains in the universe, though it would be difficult to find the member for the Martins do not wander far from lost academies or ancient tombs. They feed off of the residual Dark Side energy and Light Side if need be.

Most of the data has been uploaded to the Archives, and will remain there.

The Growing Tension
The red glow filled the large throne room. Lord Xirritium looked upon the holocron with great interest and waited for the holocron to fully activate. A small hologram of Foxerian appeared and spoke before Xirritium. "I am Foxerian Martin once called Lord Augustus. This holocron has been activated indicating that I have passed from this world to the next. Most of my knowledge is inside of this very holocron, another holocron holds the rest of the puzzle. But before jumping into the knowledge know this, if you choose to use this holocron then you must do me a favor." Xirritium was intregied by the holocron and accepted the terms. Though a darker truth was within the 'fine line'.

Xirritium carried the holocron everywhere he went. The Sith Order grew in size as new force users began to come to them. The Empire was being reduced due to some resistance from Republic and jedi forces, but the Sith Order continued to thrive. The more and more Xirritium used the holocron the more he learned and became stronger.

Xirritium began to come to the end of the holocron and realized that he had yet to hear what the holocron desired. As he sat on the throne and watched the holocron, the holocron activated on its own and said directly and demanding "Now that you aquired what you most desire you now have two tasks to preform for me. Your first is retrieve a suitable weilder of the force. The second is to retrieve the following data and use it on my body."

For what purpose the ritiual was for, was still unknown to Xirritium. So Xirritium began to search the ranks of the Sith Order for a suitable weilder of the force for whatever purpose. But found no master appropriate for the task. So he sent a team to retrieve a talented force user from a nearby planet. When the team returned battered and missing a few members, they placed before him the talented force user and a women. The Women pronounced herself as the Princess Kitana from the nearby planet.

Xirritium pondered as to what to do with her. He ordered them to take her with them to Korriban where they would complete this so called ritual. Xirritium however was not stuiped, as he looked through the ritual he could see that the ritual would indeed revive the ancient Dark Lord. Xirritium prepared himself before going to Korriban for a fight. He assembled a group of trusting sith and flew to Korriban to prepare Augustus's tomb for the ritual.

The room was dead quiet between small conversations between sith. They prepared the tomb for the ritual and waited for further orders. Xirritium placed the force user on the tomb, and kept kitana close to himself. He watched the sith gather around the tomb and kneel, paying their respects to the dead Dark Lord.

Xirritium himself knew what was going to happen and waited untill preperations were complete. When a sith came before him and said " We are ready." The Dark Lord nodded and watched the ritual begin.

Retribution
A small glow emergies from the lightly lit tomb. The small pocket of light streams up from the spiral stairs which lead to the tomb of the old Dark Lord. A small lava pool sits in the center of a room and has two side walkways that lead to the main chamber. Within the main chamber is the tomb which sets upon a large stone stair way as to lead to a throne. There red crystals sit about the coffin which resides within, the red crystals give off a small glow and light the room with a few torches.

The man who now will be a sacrifice quakes within his own body awaiting an unknown fate. About the room are (According to record) 12 members of the sith order. Each talented in their own way of the force and of the arts of the lightsaber. Each volunteered for the trip to the tomb for the unknown purpose. To the right of the door way stands Lord Xirritium and Princess Kitana, who at this point has no idea how to react to her soroundings and remains vigilant of her captures awaiting some form of death penalty.

4 Sith approach the coffin and the man ontop of it. The man has strange markings, which recently have been placed on his body, and they glow in sync with the crystals. The man sweets and fidgets on the tomb, nervously trying to conjur up a reason for the markings. The hooded sith position themselves around the tomb in a square. In sync with the symbols on the stone, they place their hands on the ground and chant. The crystals begin to glow quicker and quicker. The glow looks like a heartbeat, it glows quickly and dims away. The man shouts and watches as his body begins to keep pace with crystals and trys to wipe the markings away. But the markings cannot be erased from his body, and he screams as his existance is slowly being thrown from his own body into the abyss.

The body then slowly begins to disintigrate into ash. The Sith then stand and quickly proceed down the stairs and watch in interest. Some of the sith murmer ''"Did it work?" "Yes of course it did."'' A fog rises from the stones below the tomb and vent into the room. The lid to the coffin slowly begins to open from the inside, then the lid falls to the side of the coffin. A hand plants itself on the left side of the casket, then another slowly reaches up and pulls out the dusty and black robed body.

Kitana's eyes widen from the rising corpse, and she screams, but is quickly silenced by a sith within the room. The Sith all kneel before the once dead Emperor, except Lord Xirritium of course. Xirritium makes his way through the crowd and looks at the Emperor. He says quickly "I have done as y'ou asked, My Leige. Are you ready to return to your throne?" The Dark Lord does not speak for a few minutes and then utters "Xirritium you have betrayed me, you have betrayed my family, the Empire, and your fellow Sith. Your corruption has spread throughout the ranks of the Sith and now infests my Empire. Thus the only thing that I have to speak to now is this: I have brought to you all Retribution." The Emperor looks at Kitana and levitates her toward him.

She is confused by the levitation and struggles. But she is placed behind him and he whispers "Do not move until this over." She merly nods and watches the old man.

The old man now raises a dusty lightsaber and ignites the red blade, looking upon his past deciples with doubt. He watches as each one raises a lightsaber or staff awaiting his judgement. He smirks behind the old mask. He utters "Are you prepared?" and sends a force shockwave at them.

Risen
The room clouded from the shockwave as cracks began to appear in the walls. Augustus jumped in the smoke cloud within the chaos and watched as the sith took their time trying to sense him out within the crowd. He sent out another shockwave into the floor, and it cracked in several lines etching across the floor. The dust cleared and he appeared at the middle of them with his hand still implanted in the floor.

He smirked, and unleashed lightning into the ground which pulstated through the floor. Several sith fell before the lightning. Their charred remains smoked, others knew better than to stay on the ground. Four sith began their attacks on the dark lord. One weilding a staff began to duel the with him. He deflected the ridged and feriouces attacks from the Sith Marauder. The swings came in powerful from each side, and the marauder was changing hands by spinning the blade each time swinging in a precise pattern from Left side to Right and then from Right shoudler to lower left. He kept pace with the swings, when he saw an opening within the attacks. As the marauder began to switch hands, he jumped to the left and swift kicked the marauder's left leg. The crack of the bone filled his ears and then the smell of the decapitated head filled his nostriles.

He dodged to the right from a swing to the left from a sith knight. The knight was accompied by another knight and the two began their barrage of attacks on the him. He quickly parried their timed strike and force blasted one of the knights. The kight barely kept on his feet as he skidded back from the blow to see the other be struck down from a lightning and blade combo. The knight charged in again, this time one master and an apprentice charged as well. He was being overwhelmed by their numbers, he used force scream and jumped back into the lava room. He jumped to the right side of the large pit onto the walkway. While another followed him and 3 others went to the left. He griped a bone from one of the caskets sticking out of the wall, and threw it at the oppponent behind him. It struck him in the leg and before he knew it, he was struck in the ribs by a powerful kick and was sent into the air just a few feet above the ground. As the opponent landed on his side a punch landed on his ribs again and was struck by lightning fueled punch. The cropse smoked, and Augustus turned his attention to the other three on the corrisponding walkway.

He breathed heavily as he took a moment to think clearly and regain his stamina. He looked at the lava and force blasted into onto the walkway. They scattered, two went to the right the other stepped off to the left. He sent a force blast at the one on the left and jumped across. The bridge connecting the walkway began to fade away as the lava ate at it. His lightsaber clashed the other red blade and he pushed his opponent agaisn't the wall, he kicked out his opponent's left leg and forced it toward the right causing him to fall on his side. He finished him off with a stab through the skull, and rushed over the falling bridge toward the other two.

He looked upon his last opponents and rushed them. He fliped over the master as his side slash just missed him. He landed on his feet and kicked backward to temporarly knock the master on his knees. The red gleaming lightsaber edged across the air close to his face as he dodged the stab from the apprentice. He turned and stabed the blade through the apprentice's ribs and into the heart. He retracked his blade and met the master's blade. He parried a side blow, and gave out an over head strike. The master blocked the attack and countered with a lower strike. Augustus jumped back from the strike and saber locked the master's blade. He slowly edged the two lightsabers up and slaped the master in the face with his own lightsaber. He turned around and struck to the side. This cut the master in two and his two halfs fell into the lava.

He breathed heavily again. His chest inhaled and exhaled rapidly as the sweat barraled down his face. He disignited and walked back into the room. He looked at the charred corpses and the cracks in the ground from the previous battle. Suddenly he heard clapping emitting itself from the shadows. There Xirritium emereged ready to finally take on his old master. Words could no longer be spoken between the two, they knew the outcome must be: Xirritium must kill the master to be the master or he is not worthy of the title. Xirritium pulled out his staff from his holder on his back. The two stared at each other for some time, preparing their minds for each other.

The two finally collided in a large strike which shook the room. Both used their force blast abilities with their lightsaber. The shock was still emitting from the collision as the two saber locked. The room began to crack in several other spots. Both jumped back, and took off for the door. There they switched side to side whilst striking at each other in mid air. They climbed the stairs to the main hall and began their final duel.

He struck out to Xirritium's left and collided with the red blade, he countered with another strike to the right which was parried and he dodged the stab from Xirritium to the right. He jumped over Xirritium's head and planted himsef behind him. Xirritium rolled and faced his old master. Xirritium jumped and did a cart-wheel while spinning his blade all around him to make both a good offensive and defensive. He rolled under parrelel strike to his torso, and struke up. This was deflected by Xirritium's blade, both again met at another stand off. Again they struck at each other with another barrage of attacks. He struke upward, barely scrapping Xirritium's face, while Xirritium struck lower and edged a part of his right leg.

Both stumbled back from each other. He grinned, his perfect battle had finally reached him. He became quite excited by this battle and his ferioucity took hold. He struck down hard and fast at Xirritium's hilt and shattered it in half. Xirritium was left with one blade left. The two struck at each other with intense ferioucity. Their power equaled in strength and endurence. They struck now using force power combinations. He charged his lightsaber with force storm, while Xirritium powered his by a force blast. The two collided and shook the room to it's foundations. He stumbled back from the strike, and Xirritium had spots of electricitiy coming off his body from the strike.

He looked at Xirritum. Both he and Xirritium were both extremely tired. His stamina was fading and he had enough energy for one final strike. He conjured up his strength to charge Xirritium who put up his defensive stance. This was the flaw in Xirritium, now he had enough force behind his strike to attack Xirritium head on, instead of Xirritium using his best offense to be his best defense. He struck down, and came down on the lightsaber. He struck the lightsaber away, and stabbed Xirritium through the chest. He watched as Xirritium's eyes faded and he fell to his knees.

He retracked his blade, and turned not watching Xirritium fall. He walked back to the tomb and gathered whatever he had stashed within his casket. He looked over at the fearful princess and held out his hand for her to take. He led her out of the tomb and began another journey in his life.

Rest
Having destroyed the Sith Order in one blow by knocking out its leadership and causing a power war; He was tired of the fighting and destroying for a time. He led the princess to a shuttle and told her to take off for her planet, there he was certain she would be safe.

He watched the shuttle fly off into deep space, and started back toward the academy. There he sat upon the throne placed within a large room. His mind wandered for many hours, he thought of what meaning could be left of his life. He had exacted his revenge for his family and honor and now there was none left for him to receive within this age. He had decided to allow the Sith to destroy each other and allow the Republic to reform. The jedi would also reform quickly and oust any sith remaining. He chuckled alittle, he felt as though his very decision gave a new face to the galaxy. He decided to crawl back into his tomb and rest for a time. He would begin the hunt again after reawakening from his slumber, to destroy the Jedi again. This time, he would not do it for power, for he had all the power he had ever wanted. No, this time he would do it to entertain himself.

He was ready for his slumber. He entered his tomb and went into a sort of deep meditation slumber, allowing the galaxy to reform. When he awoke, he would exact a vengence like none of this new era had ever witnessed.