Background
400 years after the death of Luke Skywalker, the galaxy is finally at peace. The Republic is at its highest strength in hundreds of years, and the Jedi order has grown so large that new Temples have been built on Tython and Yavin, however the Temple on Courascant still holds the Jedi Council and Archives. It has been more than 400 years since the last sighting of the Sith Civilization, and most Jedi consider them all but extinct. The Order has seen many powerful Jedi over the years, Jedi who became heroes in battle and peace, Jedi who have mastered the Force in ways never heard of.
Clark Matner was born on Courascant to a middle class family. He was born with very blonde hair and blue eyes. Being on Courascant, and in such close proximity to the Jedi Order, it was not long before the Jedi discovered Clark had a very strong connection to the Force. This was very strange, considering neither of Clark's parents were Force sensitive, however not unheard of for a non-sensitive family to birth a sensitive being. At only 4 years of age, Clark was taken away to the Jedi Temple to begin his training. Almost immediately Clark showed signs of immense strength in the Force, being able to lift small objects with only a flick of a finger. At the age of 6 Clark was given his first training light saber. He surprised his masters when, only a few months after receiving his light saber, he asked for another one to use in his off-hand. Very rarely did a padawan ever learn the duel wield style of combat, however the masters obliged and gave Clark his second light saber. When Clark turned 9 years old he was chosen to be the apprentice of Master Har-Danub, a Twi'lek male with exceptional skill in the duel wielding style, who also held a very high position in the Jedi Council. It was very uncommon for such a high-ranking Jedi master to chose such a young apprentice, even more uncommon the fact that he already had another apprentice, apprentice Pat Sadowy, another padawan who had dirty blonde hair and blue eyes, and who also preferred the duel wielding style. Years past, Clark and Pat, now 14, became very good friends and both became very skilled in duel wielding and control of the Force. However everything changed when they went on a very confidential mission. They were sent to Korriban, the birth place of the Sith, to figure out why their was an increase in unnatural seismic occurrences throughout the planet. The mission, and the Force, led the party to a remote desert known to Clark, as the Valley of the Dark Lords, from his research in the Jedi Archives. After a 3 day venture they finally made it to the outskirts of a stretch of Temples. Feeling pulled to the largest one, Master Har-Danub ordered his apprentices' to stay outside. The two friends waited for hours, when finally their master came back out of the temple. Now both 16 years old, Clark, whose hair has turned brown and eyes turned greenish, and Pat, whose eyes have only turned a brighter blue, are fully christened Jedi Knights. Both very powerful, and under close watch by the Jedi Council, they are expected to become two of the most youngest Masters elected to the Council in modern history. Both Clark and Pat have vowed to uncover the reason behind their Master's fall, and the adventure will take them to places that they never dreamed of going and test their skills like never before. Introduction-Chapter 1
Lightsabers clashed, and screams of terror bellowed in the background as Jedi Knight Clark Matner back flipped, barely deflecting a blow that would of left him without a head, and landing awkwardly behind his attacker, knocking a group of beings to the ground and leaving Clark momentarily off-balance. Grimacing the assailant spun, pivoting on his right foot, light saber coming around in a powerful side strike aimed for Clark's midsection. It took only a fraction of a second for Clark to regain sense and he met the blow with speed only a Jedi could of achieved. A loud crackling noise sounded as the two blades of pure energy met, momentarily locked in a stalemate. Clark took the chance to gaze into his attacker's face for the first time, and what he saw astonished him. What he had only seen pictures of and read stories about was right in front of him. What stared back at him were two golden eyes incased in a reddish iron mask, the eye color that could of only been obtained by a fully trained Sith.
The Sith frowned. "This is what my master sent me to kill?" Sess thought in disbelief. "This Jedi is merely a boy!"
The young sith could not believe it! No! Would not believe that his master would send him on such a petty errand. Training all his life, perfecting every sequence of light saber attacks and defenses, being beaten for every little mistake, and this is what it was all for? "Hmph! This should be quick! However, this Jedi boy might be good practice." Sess thought as he moved to end the stalemate between him and his opponent. "I haven't had a difficult fight in awhile."
Sess was born on Nar Shadaa, a human with black hair and green eyes. From a early age he realized that he had special powers. He had heard of stories of heroes and villains, about the JedI and the Sith being able to do extraordinary things with this so called Force power. He had dreamed of getting off the disgusting, scum infested moon of Nar Shadaa and going to Courascant to train as a Jedi. He soon realized however, that it would be harder than he thought to get off his homeworld. His family was in poverty and therefore could not obtain safe transportation to Courascant. The Republic rarely ventured out to Hutt space, and even when they did, they did not dare go to Nar Shadaa.
This all changed on Sess's 18th birthday. He was attacked by a gang of street thugs that infested the many alley's of Nar Shadaa. He only survived because he was saved by a dark robed figure who wielded what Sess knew was a light saber, but was a red color instead of the common blue green that Jedi used in their light sabers. This dark robed figure told Sess about the Dark side and that he could learn to use this power to accomplish everything he ever wanted. The dark robed figure claimed himself the Dark Lord of the Sith, and told Sess that under his wing they would rule the galaxy. Sess was all to eager to accept this offer, and left Nar Shadaa, vowing to bring his family to the highest royalty when he returned. He trained to become a Sith, trained to kill JedI, and now there was one, right in front of his face.
The eyes were filled with hate, anger, and resolve, and it occurred to Clark that this was the first time anyone had seen a living Sith for hundreds of years. Not since the days when the Revered Luke Skywalker was Grand Master of the Jedi Council had the Jedi even had a run-in with the Sith civilization. Every Jedi padawan is required to learn about these fabled Sith and are usually taught how awful and scary they are. "This is when I first learned about the Dark Side and all its evils." Clark thought, still in his train of thought. "I never actually considered the possibility of-"
Clark snapped out of his thoughts just in time to dodge a blow that would of taken his head off his shoulders. "Damnit, I need more room!" He thought as he deflected and dodged every attack that came his way.
Most of the people originally at the scene were now mostly gone or scattered, which left quite a bit of room to maneuver. Clark reached out, and felt the Force flood into his body like a river dumping into a ocean. It energized him, and he pushed out with it, sending the Sith flying and into a dumpster on the opposite side of the alley. Clark used this time to summon his second light saber to his left hand. He felt the familiar weight on his palm and thumbed the activation switch, lighting up the left side of the alley wall a blinding green and mixing with the already blue light that Clark's first light saber was already giving off. The 2 opposing lights swirled in front of him, creating a aura of mixed light. The Sith charged toward Clark, and once again Lightsabers clashed. Only this time they were not locked in stalemate, and the dance that is light saber combat began. "So I guess Sith are trained as well as Jedi's are." Clark thought as he fought the urge to show his surprise at the Sith's ability to counter his uncommon duel-wielding fighting style.
After what felt like hours, but was probably only a few minutes, Clark felt himself getting weary and tried more and more to draw on the Force to keep himself sustained. "Come on! Show me an opening!" Clark thought as he tried more desperately to break the Sith's seemingly impenetrable defensive skills.
Finally the Sith showed a weakness, raising his light saber a little to far up for a strike, leaving a wide opening to a stab through the heart. Clark took this opening, driving his right hand light saber toward that opening and raising his left one for a feeble block with all the strength he had left. No sooner did he hear a light saber deactivate did he smell the stench of burnt cloth and flesh. Clark withdrew his light sabers and deactivated them, watching the limp body fall to the ground and feeling the Sith's life force wink out of existence. He grabbed his comlink and dialed it to the frequency of emergency broadcast. "Jedi Knight Matner requesting assistance and quick delivery to the Jedi Temple. I repeat this is a emergency, I am in the Crimson Corridor, sending coordinates."
Sess was tired, more tired than he had ever been even when he was training with his master. Trying to draw on the Dark Side to keep himself aware, Sess lost concentration for a fraction of a second. Knowing the Jedi was to powerful not to notice this, Sess only had a moment to think about his life. He thought about his family and everyone he loved on Nar Shadaa., he thought about how he had promised to take them out of poverty and how he knew he had failed. "I'm sorry!" was all he had time to think before darkness claimed him, forever.
"Sir, you have requested immediate delivery to the Jedi Temple. Sergeant Jazil said, removing his helmet and motioning Clark onto the transport. "If you don't mind me asking, why could you not of just rented a speeder?"
"Because I need to get there ASAP." Clark answered as he stepped onto the ship. "This is a matter of grave importance and I must report this to the Jedi Council immediately. I order you to get there as quickly as you can manage. Send a message to Grand Master Kul, and tell him that he needs to order a immediate Council meeting."
"Yes Sir!" Jazil said as he began contacting the Jedi Grandmaster.