Falling Into Darkness
I sense a change in the Force.
A new dawn has risen for us, one that will forever change the balance.
A lone dark cloaked figure entered a cavern full of shadowy passages with faint unseen light sources. Whispered chanting in the darkness echoed through the air as the cloaked individual boldly walked forward cautiously.
We are awakening to become something more, something to be feared.
The lightsaber clutched tightly in his right hand quickly switched on like a reflex as sense of danger grew near. The red glow of its energy illuminated the depth of the cavern and its many passages. Several similar cloaked individuals come out the darkness and attacked with their lightsabers drawn as well.
The Darkside is stronger then ever. I was driven to become part of it, join with it and be trained to use the power to defeat our enemies.
The lone dark warrior fended them off with a quick strike to each that tried to bring him down. The skill with his sword was masterful and precise; one by one they fell to the ground dead as his lightsaber fatality impaled them. The echoes of their doom filled the honeycombed cavern.
I feel the time has come to end our exile and begin our strike upon the Jedi. But you've decided otherwise - to hide away, to keep training others - to build an army of us.
Marching on with even greater steps, the skulking victor continued on with his sword drawn. The cavern began to show more light as passage grew wider and less confined. In the distance, the sound of clashing sabers can be heard. More echoes of deathly howls and screams of agony.
You want to only have the best warriors at your side, to create a supreme group capable of infiltrating the temple and bringing the Jedi Masters to their knees.
As the cloaked individual enters the mouth of a larger opening, the sound of clashing and pain are revealed. Stepping in the dark warrior is witness to a large arena full of battling members of the Darkside of the Force taking each other out. It was a swarm of death and red sparking lightsabers. The individual stood there for a moment to gaze at the spectacle.
So now you weed us out, test our might, fuel our anger and make us fight for survival. This is what you teach, this is what you believe will make us strong. You are the inquisitors - the ones who determine who is truly strong in the Darkside.
Watching from high above, a group of shadowy figures stand on a large outward ledge and converse to each other as they monitor the scene. A few turned their heads to see the lone warrior entering the arena and point to him.
I was once a good apprentice to you. I showed you limitless potential and strived to be the best. But you judged me to be unworthy, cast me out and left me for dead on some barren world with nothing but rage and revenge to keep me alive.
All of the battling cloaked warriors stopped as they sensed his presence. Everyone now focused on the one slowly walking though the pile of corpses littering the floor. The shadowy group above seemed to be disturbed by this intrusion and demanded in unison for him leave or be destroyed. He gave them only silence.
Now I return to you; not as the apprentice I once was, full of fear and hate – but something you made me; determined, focused and wiser.
The remaining horde of warriors surrounded him, each with a sword in hand ready to strike. The individual continued to glare at the group high above, as if the others surrounding him weren't even there. As the warriors moved in closer and closer, the cloaked figure in the middle raised his left hand slowly.
When I left you, I was but the learner. Now you will finally see that I have become – The Master.
Unknown to the surrounding attackers, the lightsabers of all their fallen challengers rise up behind them; in one massive surge of the force, they activate in unison. The sound echoes in the cavern and the light of all those weapons signals the doom of all those standing near the individual.
In one slow tilt of his head, the sabers took out the entire horde in a swift slice to their torsos. The screams of death only fueled the mysterious cloaked figure to use his powers yet again against the inquisitors standing high above on the outcropping of rock. It shattered beneath their feet and all came dropping to the cavern floor.
Those that were not dead from the fall were soon met with a lightsaber slicing them out of existence. All but one of the inquisitors was spared from such a fate. The dark alien creature raised his hand in fear to the ever-slow approaching attacker.
The time has come and our order is now ready for a rebirth.
But I am not like all of you - An old order still clinging to the Jedi ways. No. I have become more.
I have seen my true destiny.
Standing over the alien, pulling off the hood of the cloak, the attacker revealed his face. The alien looked up in horror and tried to use the force against him; the attacker sliced the hand off as it reached out to him and then creature's head. Split second timing and ends the confrontation. All that is heard in the cavern now is the lightsaber humming with power and the lone figure switching it off, as he stands motionless.
The dawn has come and a new power shall rise…
Story Two: A Jedi Rising
Story Three: The High Price
Story Four: Coming Of The Dawn