Gerbha Desert, Planet Tatooine, 4002 years before the battle of Yavin
Deemus B'atha slowed his speeder bike down. He was a human male, and he had been chased by authorities who seeked to kill him for his crimes. He was arriving to a small desert village, and he couldn't see his Jedi pursuers anymore. Either they had given up or taken a wrong turn and lost him. Good, Deemus thought. His modified starfighter was now destroyed, and during his escape he had been shot to the stomach. The wound was bleeding, but he didn't care. He couldn't escape the planet anymore, so his death was inevitable.
Deemus stopped the bike and jumped off. He hid his lightsaber and tried to look panicked. It wasn't hard, since his situation wasn't the best possible.
"Help! Help me! I've been wounded by bandits!" he yelled as he stumbled to the village. Soon a female Bith came out of one of the houses.
"Oh dear! Quick, follow me!" she ordered. As Deemus walked behind her, he could see that the village was apparently a Bith settlement; all of the people who had come to see the source of the screams were members of this big-headed species.
"Were you shot?" she asked, worrying.
"Yes", Deemus answered. "My friends... they were taken as prisoners... do you have some sort of ship in this village? I must go look for them!" he continued.
"We have a small transport ship, but your wounds must be healed first", she replied.
A male Bith, possibly the female's husband, came from the hut where they were heading.
"Tiatha, what is wrong with him? Does he need help?" the man asked.
"No", Deemus said. "I don't plan to live long. I just have to find my pursuers and kill them before my time comes."
"Pursuers?" the female Bith replied.
"Are you pursued? By the bandits?"
"Oh, the bandits. I lied about the bandits. It's the Jedi who are after me", Deemus explained.
"Why? Are they dark Jedi? Well, of course they are, why else would they-" the man said, until he realised what was going on.
"You... stay away from my wife!" he yelled as Deemus revealed his red lightsaber. This alerted the rest of the villagers, as red is the preferred lightsaber colour of the dark Jedi and the Sith.
With a quick swing, Deemus beheaded the female called Tiatha, but as he was taking a step towards the male, he was hit by a blaster.
"I wasn't expecting you to be armed", he said to the other Biths of the village, who had come out of their huts with weapons. There was about ten of them, and while they thought they had the upper hand, Deemus was about to prove them wrong.
"You can still back off", Deemus offered. "I had to kill her to prove my strength to you, but I don't mind you living. Look at my wounds, I am dying. I just need your ship to make sure that my death doesn't go unworthy."
"You will die for what you did to Tiatha!" an elderly Bith shouted, raising his laser rifle.
Deemus, however, wasn't just any dark Jedi. He was a trained Sith, whose master had just died hours ago in a Jedi raid to their hideout in the nearby planet Geonosis. He managed to escape, but the four Jedi chasing him struck his ship with an electric blast that made it malfunction, and he crash-landed on Tatooine. Now his Sith powers were more powerful than they had ever been, since his anger towards the Jedi and sadness caused by his master's death fed them.
He let out a small smile.
"Very well then. As your spirits flow out of your bodies, just know that I would have spared you if you had chosen so." Then he put his lightsaber away and the Biths hesitated for a moment, confused by this gesture.
That was mistake. Deemus raised his hands and employed a very powerful Force lightning. The Biths collapsed under the power of this ancient Sith technique, and they screamed in agony as the lightning made them drop their weapons and forced them to fall into the ground. Only the oldest Bith, who had claimed to kill Deemus, still held his weapon tightly in his grasp.
Then, as suddenly as it had begun, it stopped. The Biths opened their eyes in confusion, only to realise that Deemus had taken out his lightsaber and finished them off, one by one. Finally he stopped by the old man and lifted him from his throat.
"What is your name, fool?" Deemus asked. "You oppose me, but I like your willpower. I want to know who you are before I kill you."
"My name is Krengo", the man replied. Suddenly a smile appeared on his face.
"Even as you are about die, you smile", Deemus said. Then he heard an engine start behind him.
"Fool!" Krengo yelled and burst into laughter. "You Sith lords are driven by your anger, and it blinds every small bit of sense you might have had in your skulls! You are not the first Sith lord who has been fooled by me! Behold, as your transport leaves without you!"
"I am not the first, maybe not. But I am the last", Deemus said and struck his lightsaber into Krengo's stomach. Then he started running.
"I was a fool", he acknowledged as he ran. "I should've killed Tiatha's husband first... why was I so careless?" He became even angrier by his thoughts.
Tiatha's husband had ran away after Deemus had killed his wife. Now he was in the transport shuttle behind the village, preparing to leave Deemus behind. Unfortunately for him, Deemus was faster than the ship's launch.
Deemus cut a hole in the ship's bottom with his lightsaber and jumped in.
"Are you trying to escape me?" he asked from the terrified pilot.
"I am sorry I had to kill your wife - and your little colony - but I had no other choice. I don't really crave anyone's blood, you know", Deemus explained as he took steps closer to the Bith.
"You know, I don't want to kill you. I can, and I will if I have to, but I don't need to. If you were so kind to just leave the ship to me, I would spare you. Make your pick."
The Bith looked at Deemus, and he was probably very afraid. Then he slowly stood up, and carefully walked towards the exit. Deemus looked at his walking, relieved. Suddenly, the Bith grabbed a small basket from the floor, and kept walking.
"Wait", Deemus said. "What do you have there?"
"Please... just let me go", the Bith begged.
"Is it a baby?" Deemus asked.
"Yes. It's my son, and now that you've murdered Tiatha, he is everything I have. Please let him live!" the Bith demanded.
"Yes, yes, of course. But I want him. Give him to me", Deemus said.
"What?"
"Give him to me. If I make it out here alive, I need an apprentice. My master is dead, and I am ready to pass my knowledge forward. I will make your son a proud Sith, instead of some poor farmer who he would otherwise become", Deemus offered.
"Well..." the Bith answered. He took a careful step towards Deemus.
Then he grabbed a blaster from his jacket and shot Deemus in the chest, twice.
"Argh!" Deemus screamed and threw the Bith to the wall with a Force push. The young father tried to shoot him for a final time, but Deemus deflected the shot with his lightsaber. The shot flew back to the Bith and hit him to head, killing him immediately.
Deemus grabbed his chest. His skin was charred, and the wounds that the Jedi had caused him had started to bleed again. He was dying.
Suddenly he heard speeder bike sounds from the outside. He looked out of the window and saw that the four Jedi had arrived. Since the village was filled with corpses and the ship's engines were on, they would soon realise where he was.
Deemus put his hand on the wall to stop him from collapsing. He took some careful steps towards the baby. The baby was crying. Deemus crouched and took the baby on his lap.
"Listen, and listen very carefully", Deemus said.
"I will die very soon, but you won't. You are a Bith, and what I recall from my master's teachings, Biths can be very easily made Force sensitive. You weren't conceived, you were created. And now, I am going to improve you..." Deemus took a deep breath. He was in great pain. "With Force", he finished the sentence.
Deemus put his hand over the baby's head and concentrated very hard. He wanted the Force to flow out of his body to the baby, and that way create a new Sith lord. While Deemus wasn't quite sure how this would work, he wished that the baby would turn out to be interested in the dark side, and then unleash it on the Jedi. Deemus hated Jedi. He had always thought that they had all the power in the universe in their hands, and they were too afraid to use it to command and conquer.
Deemus finished his mental orientation. He heard steps outside, and decided to face his destiny. He stood up, still holding the baby in his arms, and opened the ship's door.
He dropped to the ground and faced the four Jedi masters who had killed his own master a few days ago.
"Hello", Deemus said, and the Jedi stayed quiet. One of them held a blaster pistol, and the rest wielded their lightsabers.
Deemus walked to a small rock, and placed the baby on it. The Bith baby was wrapped in a cloth that kept him warm.
"His name is Krengo", Deemus said and took out his lightsaber. The Jedi raised their weapons, and Deemus managed to wound a Jedi to his leg, before he was killed by a quick swing to his chest.
The Jedi left his corpse to the desert, and proceeded to burn the victims of the Bith massacre along with their huts. They also took the baby, Krengo, and left the desert with their mission completed.
