2.5 billion years ago there was a young boy, he gained half of an incredible power that was supposed to kill him. The other half became known as the Force and it lived within everything in the universe, binding it together. The force was balance and calm, the other half was rage, destruction and chaos.

The boy was shunned by all those he knew, in time he grew to hate everyone and everything. Even the animals of his world feared him.

He was given many names, Cain, Satin, Death, but he preferred Ember.

If he saw something that he felt was unneeded or wrong, he killed it. Then he started to enjoy the killing, dealing the world all the karma it deserved and more. In the end he destroyed his home world.

They called him a murderer, he called it fun. They dubbed him the Devil, he laughed. They called it genocide, he called it being bored. They called him demon, evil, cursed one, and he said, "Thank you." To him it was all a game, that's all it had ever been, his entire existence to him was a joke, a flub in creation. He killed because it was fun, he wiped out entire planets because it was fun, then they managed to seal him away hoping he would never return. They hoped he would die. To rot for eternity in a prison no one would ever find.

Now the chains that bind him weaken, his anger at his existence gone his millennia of solitude tempering his rage, his release is immanent. The fools to set him free are near.

Embers bring fire that consume all.

Embers bring fire that forge together what was once broken.

"You sure we're in the right place," one person wearing Mandalorian armor, said to man staring att a relic of a map. The person was a woman as was evident by her figure. She was slender, but still had a rather curvy figure. The person who she spoke to was a Chiss salvager called Garr, she had agreed to take the job because it seemed pretty easy. Guard salvagers as they check an old planet in the unknown area outside the main galaxy. But the vibe she got from the rock they set down on gave her chills.

She was a bounty hunter named Sinister blades. The name was self explanatory of her skillset

"trust me darlin' we're in the right place a pirate vessel went down with a enormous treasure in a old war," Garr said with a western accent, he pointed to a map that was written painstakingly on rawhide.

They check the atmospheric conditions to see if the air was breathable, it was, and they exited the ship to find there was a thunderstorm all around them. They could barely see through the mist and rain, but faintly there was a cave in the distance.

"There," Garr said pointing at the cave.

They reach the cave to find stone doors with no way of opening them, they set explosives and blasted a hole, she crawled inside but found there was complete darkness. But at what appeared to be a faint pulsing light in the center of the chamber, Garr thought it was gold. Sinister felt something else, she could almost hear the faint thump of a heart beat that was not her own. She lit the chamber with a light to get a better look, she stumbled back in shock. It looked like a sarcophagus wrapped in layers of chains and covered in paper tags with strange markings on it.

"We shouldn't be here," one of the crew said in fear, but Garr wasn't listening he reached for the chains and the moment he touched them it was like a bomb went of as they were all thrown against the wall, in that moment she heard something.

Remove the tags and the chains will fall.

Before Sinister knew what she was doing she had gotten up and was carefully, removing the paper tags, and sure enough the chains fell. Once the others had recovered they loaded up the solid gold sarcophagus on hover panels. Then they loaded it onto the ship putting it in the cargo hold.

Then everything went wrong when a piercing scream of pain was heard and the bridge was alerted that someone opened the airlock. When they went to inspect, anyone who wasn't on the bridge was dead and the sarcophagus was ripped open from the inside out. Who ever was in that coffin just got out.

Then again she heard the voice.

Thank you for setting me free.

{On the planet Shili}

A young looking man with dark blood red hair and luminous golden eyes looked down at the people of the planet he had come to call home for the past year. Though he had kept his gaze was on a three year old Togruta girl who was walking around showing a rose to everyone she could find. The girl's name was Ahsoka Tano, and she was to be his first student if the Jedi didn't pick her up before him.

She had bright orange skin and deep blue eyes, like her people a crest that to him looked like hair, she had blue and white coloration in the crest. She had white markings on her face and arms that were also shared by the others.

As to who the man was, his name was Ember and he had been the one who gave her the rose in the first place. The flower didn't grow on their planet or any planet near theirs, he made it and like him it would never wilt.

"She's so adorable, that's it I am making myself known!", he declared as he blurred out of sight reappearing just outside the area walking with a sight skip in his step, after all those years in that damn box only being able to reach out through a child projection of himself to people in pain. So he was happy for the contact good or bad.

As soon as some of adults noticed him, some of the men gave him distrusting looks while the women gave a few lustful looks. He was wearing black bandaging over his entire torso and loose fitting red combat pants with a rose on the right leg, he had a sash around his waist with a flame pattern on it.

Though as soon as Ahsoka saw him she squealed in happiness, "I knew it, I knew it, I knew it, you gave me the flower I saw you in my dream," she ran up to Ember and he kneeled down producing another rose this one orange and sky blue, "it's so pretty!" She was practically gushing with stars in her eyes.

"You know I have been searching the stars for you to pop up for centuries, I think it's fate that we meet Ahsoka." Ember said rubbing her head affectionately, and she surprised him by giving him as big a hug she could manage. He tried not to cry, as he finally returned the hug.

"Thanks, kid I needed a hug."

-Ten years later-

"So why are we going to Coruscant Ember," a thirteen year old Ahsoka asked her mentor/adoptive older brother as he sat in pilot seat of his star fighter the Burning Rose. He hadn't changed at all physically over the past ten years she sat in the cabin sharpening her sword. It was styled similar to a katana, but the blade was modeled to fit her reverse grip fighting style.

"Because there is something going on, war is spreading, Jedi, Sith, there are no sides of the Force, not even the Flux Current in the two of us," he said a frown set on his face, Ahsoka was actually surprised as she hadn't seen him this angry since a Trade Federation starship tried to invade Shili.

There were no survivors.

"So are we gonna see any old friends?" she asked referring to Plo Koon, the one Jedi he knew and got along with. At the moment he was meditating, he grinned and nodded earning a fist pump in victory.

"Try not to kill anyone, Ahsoka," he warned seeing as this was not their established territory, yes they had their own territory one of no bullshit happened in their star system that endangered the peace that was held.

Though she scoffed at him saying, "Same goes for you, how many of those Separatist scumbags have you offed because they said the wrong thing, granted I would have killed 'em too."

"R-10 make the jump to Coruscant, prepare a transmission for Jedi Master Yoda, tell him Ember Rose is on his way."

BEEP-BOOP-BEEP

The ship made the jump moments later, and just like that the Burning Rose glided into atmosphere heading for the Jedi Temple. They set down on a landing pad, he was greeted by Yoda and Obi-Wan Kenobi. Yoda had a pleasant smile, while he was getting suspicious glares from Obi-Wan.

"Yoda," Ember said with a small nod of respect.

"Ember," the small green goblin like creature/man, well it's Yoda, nodded respectfully to the man who wielded a weapon with more devastating power and deadly accuracy than a light saber. The Flux Katana. He also respected that the man had a dark even evil past, but for as long as he had something good to fight for, he was a friend. Also as fellow teachers, Yoda could see that Ahsoka was advancing greatly and was well in tuned with the ways of the Force.

"Count Duku proves difficult to capture, and word of this Sith lord, behind it all it seems. Your thoughts?", Yoda said to Ember as they walked slowly.

"the Sith's ways are flawed as are the Jedi's, the force only is, It flows only around you people empowering you, the Flux current is like the blood in our veins it constantly refills it is malleable. What makes us truly strong is fight to protect something or someone precious to us. If this thing is threatened your foe has all but lost resorting to cowardice," He looked to the two Jedi seeing their understanding even if they didn't agree they respected it, "I take on an apprentice in the ways of a Jedi, and one in the ways of the Sith. Balance and mutual respect is how we end the war.

With a sigh Yoda nodded as he agreed this plan would be worth a try, "Our true foes reveal themselves they will if this plan of yours succeeds."