AN: Well this is my first foray into the Star Wars universe despite my long adhering fandom to both the cinema and expanded universe and its wide scope of comics, novels and games. This will follow a narrative I have crafted for one of my favorite games within Star Wars Jedi Academy. It focuses around a Jaden Korr after his fallen to the dark side and what he will do in a galaxy where he is free to do as he wishes with no code or restrictions imposed upon him by the Jedi and a growing lust for greater power.

Overall this story will be fairly dark and will cover plenty of mature elements from politics to issues of controversy such as genocide and slavery. Make no mistake this isn't going to be a happy nor pleasant tale, I have never gathered from any Darksider that they are overly happy and led well contented lives or were even mentally or emotionally stable-Don't expect Jaden to be any different.

Note in my story Jaden was born a bit before his 'canon' birth in somewhere around 1ABY in this story he was born roughly four years prior to that thus placing his age around seventeen to eighteen and not 'thirteen' as the EU canon would have you believe because...I personally thought Jaden looked a tad bit older then that in game.

I do hope you enjoy this short first introduction chapter into 'Heir to Darkness'

Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars...unfortunately as I do believe I'd make a far better owner then Disney.

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"I was wrong Jaden."

"No Rosh, you were weak!"

"Jaden, no! AHHH!"

Jaden Korr striking down former Jedi Rosh Penin and falling to the Dark Side on Taspir III

Battle of Korriban

14 ABY, Tomb of Marka Ragnos

Valley of the Dark Lords

Striking down Tavion sent immeasurable satisfaction through him, destroying the opponent that had plagued him for months at a time from the very first second he had laid eyes upon that witch upon the thick and dark jungles of Yavin 4. His connection the force had never felt fuller, his power had never felt more complete then when he had finally embraced the darkness in which Katarn had warned him against throughout his training. The 'vaunted' Jedi Master had warned him not to fall into the 'trap' of classifications. To walk the line between light and dark and utilize the strength of both while remaining within the light.

That broken hypocrite-to taste of the dark side without embracing it was to only feel but a fraction of the truest power that lay within it, he had felt it embrace him the moment he had let the hatred run its course as he ran Rosh through back at the Imperial Base upon Taspir III. He had deliberately weakened him, kept him controllable merely so his 'student' wouldn't eclipse his own power. But now his power was unleashed in it's fullest and purest fashion the manner by which he had arrived in this very Tomb of spoke of just his sheer power. Outside of this walls ran the blood of both Darksider and Jedi alike, both victims to his overwhelming power and ferocity.

There was nothing that could stand in his way, he'd kill anything that tried...be it Jedi or any remaining cultists. He would have his prize and nothing would stop him from achieving it, it had been his goal since slaying Alora and Pennin when he had discovered the true might of the force when acted in concert with the darkness that lurked within him. Yes this was the moment of triumph he had been longing for ever since shedding the blinders that the Jedi had forced upon them with their ignorant and controlling view of the force.

Approaching the fallen scepter victory within hand he felt the presence that had grown familiar to him over the course of the prior year. Scowl forming upon his lips even as he heard the first command he knew that would come from his 'master'. Fool surely he could tell that he had power of the dark side radiating throughout him, had Katarn truly any notion of tactics or strength at all? Had he rushed him the minute that he had slain Taivon intent on killing him as quickly and effiecently as possible-he would understood that, he would have respected that but this...what was Kyle hoping for here? To save his wayward student? What a damn joke that sentiment was.

He needed no saving, he needed no salvation, he had for the first time in his life since coming into his conscious connection to the force truly understood what it meant to hold such a distinction. The force granted him power, power over nature, power over people, power over life itself, he could end life, he could spare it, it all depended upon his very whim. The universe itself was within his grasp now and yet this foolish old man thought to stop him?

"Jaden stop!" That self assurance, that arrogance. That blind faith that only he knew what was best, for him, for his abilities and potential! All he wanted was a Jedi he could prop upon his mantle and gaze upon and claim 'I did that.' He cared nothing for his strength or destiny, the sheer indignation that quaked through his form awoke a fury that had been growing since he had gutted Rosh and left him for dead. Even so he would be content to let Katarn leave, after all he had proven his mastery over the Jedi numerous times already, how many of them were dead his hand? Twenty? Thirty? How many of Luke's former students had he committed to funeral pyre's already?

But he would not be stopped, if Kyle continued to push, to act as he knew he would act this would lead to what he foresaw as inevitable. They would cross blades and only one of them would walk away alive.

"Don't get in my way, Kyle!" The warning carried no heed with the Jedi and he instantly knew he had wasted his breath trying to 'persuade' his former Master to actually listen. To a man like Katarn there was no line that he himself could not cross, no darkness he could not plunge into and walk away unscathed but his poor unfortunate 'student' required his help. 'Fool I have embraced the true state of the force.' The thought rang out clearly and obviously Katarn detected it given his grimace grew even more forlorn.

That's right old man I require nothing from you any longer, your paltry lessons failed to convey less then a single modicum of wisdom that the dark side did not see fit to grant me through battle and struggle. After all, was that not the nature of the dark side? The base, the primal and the unrestrained, the pure essence and spirit of combat rang through it and now it could be unleashed his mere whim.

"Jaden, I know you're angry but it's not too late to renounce the dark side. Tavion and her cult have been stopped, we can end this here!" Even as his 'Master' continued his approach he felt the subtle or rather not so subtle probing of his mind from the Jedi. He easily quashed the feeble attempt at 'mind trick' if that was what it had been in any case, either way he was sick of this old man in his head. Katarn looked grim at the ease of which the deflection of his mental probe came but continued his advance.

"Oh no...this is just the beginning!" His gaze went skyward as he gazed upwards at the massive statues of the Sith Lord he presumed to be 'Marka Ragnos.' This man had inspired enough power to have slaves construct a tomb for him that persisted nearly five millenia if what Luke Skywalker had told him of the cultists revered figure at the start of this journey held true. He commanded enough respect in legend to have a cult devoted solely to his resurrection...this ancient Sith had done nothing but command more authority and respect then he ever had even as a Jedi in the short time he had known of him.

Power, Influence, Command of his own fate...Dominion over himself and others. Those things were promised if he stuck to this path, and he would, after all the best the Jedi could give him now was a comfortable cell to await execution by the Republic. No doubt they wouldn't allow a dangerous 'Dark Jedi' like himself to survive, even if he did convert back to the inferior spectrum of the force.

"Jaden the lure of the dark side is strong, but it ultimately will destroy you! Fight it! Rosh resisted it it, you can,too!" Katarn had apparently closed the distance to his satisfaction so he stopped in place roughly so odd three or so meters away This fool would compare him that whelp? Even with the dark side as his ally, Rosh had been pathetic, no self assurance, no command of it. He had been ruled by Tavion or Alora while he would be ruled by no one, he commanded the dark side, the dark side did not command him!

"Rosh was weak! He was too afraid to grasp the true power of the dark side!" He had embraced his fury, his passion had become his strength, his hatred had become the fuel that sustained a ever growing connection to the force. Now he felt stronger then ever, his powers had grown by leaps and bounds mere hours after his 'fall'. Obliterating those that stood in his way had been a chore nothing more, where once he saw comrades the Jedi he slew had merely been obstacles to overcome same as the cultists that he had been battling since this entire episode had began.

"I can't let you do this, Jaden..." And who would stop him? This fool that danced around the edges of darkness and light? A man who sought to master both while simultaneously pledging allegiance to neither? Did he truly think he could compare to him? Granted the man was...a formidable warrior, he had faced and slain dozens of Darksiders including a fallen Jedi Master during his quest to find the now legendary 'Valley of the Jedi.' But to just blindly cling to the hope that he could be swayed, led away like some child lost to the dark...

"Then stop me, 'Master'." With the familiar click of the activation stud pressed inward the familiar green blade of Korr's second lightsaber snapped into existence. He would not be denied his prize, not after all this effort, all this struggle and strife-to abandon it not would be to mean his transformation meaningless, his sacrifices and pain to this point...pointless. He refused to allow that, steadying himself into his preferred 'strong' style of the Jedi Academy. While he had moderate ability if not even skill with of both the 'fast' and 'medium' styles that had been taught to him...'Strong' had been the first style taught to him and was something he had dedicated a considerable amount of time and energy into mastery of.

Yes Katarn had taught him lightsaber combat and he had taken those lessons to heart...and then applied to them actual combat rather then practice numerous times across the galaxy against varied foes from Storm Troopers and other imperials to the very Reborn that Katarn had faced time and time again during his quest against the Fallen Jedi Desann. He hadn't understood it at the time but conflict strengthened him, through the lives he took in battle his own connection to the force grew even though he suppressed his lust for battle and blood. Now he was fully committed to unleashing that suppressed potential, he no longer had any need to 'dance' across the edge of the dark and light. Yes as the dead Jedi outside the temple could attest, he was fully committed to the darkness that coursed through him.

His basic opening stance reminiscent of Ataru quickly shifted into an aggressive form that mirrored Juyo as the fallen Jedi Knight charged against the dust ladden tomb floor towards his former teacher. His face contorted into a arrogant sneer as he let out a bellowing war cry of fury and wrath. One of them would not be leaving this tomb alive this day, and he felt it within the force that his strength was up to this task that would have seemed impossible just days prior.

Katarn's face set into a grim look of resignation ignited his own lightsaber and held it vertically across his chest and face defensively awaiting his former student's rage infused charge. The posture wasn't odd it was a position designed to afford the most coverage between lateral movements of the blade, overall it was something that while in the hands of the average Darksider or even Jedi could prove no obstacle to merely power through their guard in a debilitating flurry of rage and strength...but from his mere posture, the confidence he projected in the force-Katarn was not concerned about his guard being breached.

Did he have such a estimation of his own abilities or just a sheer disrespect of his opponents? Halting in his charge near as soon as it had began booted feet skidding on the thick and heavy stonework. burning sulfur eyes narrowed in outright hatred as his left free hand rose, sparks jumping across exposed digits demonstrating the potential within to cast the full fury of his own wrath as lightning. "Do you believe that I am so unworthy of meeting you in combat you can just stand there?!" Korr roared as he hefted the left upward before unleashing a fearsome volley of force lightning that caused Kyle's eyes to widen in shock as the Jedi Master was assaulted a pure stream of destructive dark side energies.

Katarn staggered under the powerful assault of Sith lightning and groaned barely managing to bring his lightsaber up to interpose it between him and the burst of force augmented electricity. The stream continued for a handful of seconds before Jaden relented his breathing deepening as he as he began to augment his draw upon the dark side to let the exertion of the lightning merely be recouped by his own internal stores and reserves of energy. "Do you see now Katarn?" He spat his teacher's surname with undeniable venom his yellowed eyes glaring as he raised his saber upward once more placing himself into the familiar stance.

"I see that I failed you utterly Jaden...I'm sorry." The Jedi lamented as he easily slid into the familiar heavy stance himself-both of them were capable power duelists after all, it had been Katarn who had instructed him this mixture of the classical Jedi forms best suited for heavy short burst offensives after all. He could see no reservation within his teacher and his presence in the force resonated strongly as ever, clearly his lightning which had devastated Jedi and Reborn alike had struck at Katarn but no true mortal damage had been inflicted.

Of course this contest couldn't be settled that easily no...the force had directed this, he felt that within his bones-this was to be the day he surpassed his Master, his greatest triumph to date.

Even as smoke rose from the burnt and singed fabric of the man's tunic and flesh he stood there awaiting his offensive-this was to be their final encounter. There would be no more pleading, no more hoping or bids to sway him. This was going to be what he had foreseen it to be since the beginning-a duel to the death. Perhaps this had been their destiny all along, for him to be trained by this man and either eventually destroy or be destroyed by him.

"Come my 'Master'...let us conclude this." Korr spoke softly in a near purr blood lust and fury slipping forth from the great wall that had sprung free, his face devolving into a sneer, his eyes slits of pure burning wrath and rage. He had employed force rage in battle before his 'fall' but now he truly knew what it was to let the dark side seize command and direct your body to destroy, maim and kill.

Four days after the battle of Korriban

14 ABY, Aboard Imperial Class II Star Destroyer 'Fury' in hyperspace transit to Yaga Minor

Memories drifted along with his rage-rage at those would deny the worthy their power, rage at those would scoff at his own right to power. Yes rage was was all that was felt in remembrance except perhaps with some twinge of satisfaction at how that rage had been indulged. Yes that emotion, so simple so base and yet it encompassed the recollection perfectly, how pitifully Rosh begged before his life before his own blade ended that cretin's existence. Rage at his former 'master' who had charged into the ancient temple of Marka Ragnos deep into the sandy deadlands of Korriban and demanded he accept the man, his teacher's plea to return to the light. To return to serving the inferior, the weak. Yes he had proven his superiority, his power by the right of the strong-his destiny was now his own.

He was no longer bound into servitude to the sniveling masses that let themselves be kowtowed by those of greater power, he was no longer under the illusion of 'democracy' or service. The Republic that bound the strong under the command of the weak and the Empire that rewarded strength only to limit the apex to which one could gain it. Both societies were flawed, both found wanting in his gaze. Now he only would serve himself, his power would fall at the behest of no master, never again. After all why would he break free of one set of chains to merely shackle himself to another? The Empire and the New Republic would come to learn this in the future, when they bowed before him-they would know that his vision was set infinitely higher then any one of them. He had proven this to the galaxy already, soon they would learn of his strength, of his power.

By proving his might, killing both Darksider and Jedi alike carving that bloody unstoppable path to the temple that lay upon the ancient Sith world of Korriban he had proven his right to strength. Defeating that pathetically weak leader of the cult of Marka Ragnos had proven his greatest test only to be eclipsed moments afterwards. Yes his former teacher Kyle Katarn Master of the new Jedi order. Now that truly had been a test of all of his new found strength within the force, a contest that made him draw upon his own command of the Darkside to higher then he'd ever dreamed of before. He had tasted of its power in just teasing morsels before, felt it call to him as if it was a mother to her child...and finally after slaying his former 'friend' did it welcome him home.

Even now days later he felt it coil and stir within him as if it was a beast waiting to be unleashed at merely his whim. Yes not even a man of yet twenty standard galactic years and he had faced down a supposed Master of the Jedi Order. True it had taken everything within him, every fiber of his being working towards the singular purpose of slaying that annoying wretch but he had overcome Katarn a feat that none of the dozens of Darksiders that had tried it before him could boast. Yes once more he had proven himself above and beyond the rank and file-his power a mighty swelling ocean in a galaxy filled with rain drops. He had proven this less then a standard year ago by constructing a Lightsaber, his tool and weapon constructed from insight granted from the force itself.

Who else could boast of such a feat? Who else had faced down legions of Reborn, Jedi, Storm Troopers, Tusken Raiders or the infamous bounty hunter Bobba Fett? He withstood everything the galaxy threw at him and just grew stronger and stronger. His power was a whirlwind in a sea of calm breezes. He could grant his pathetic former comrades in the Jedi Order for that he supposed-they had laid the foundation for his strength, opened his mind to the force and instructed him in the basic communing with it to unlock his potential. Despite his teacher's own ineptitude at instruction he had blossomed, despite but the short passage of a year his power had grown from that of a novice to that of a master.

His rage cooled within his mind only for solemn and cold reflection to take its place. This year had defined his growth, marked his strength from one of the sniveling herd of masses upon the Galactic Capital and into indisputably one of the strongest living commanders of the force in recent memory. Yes save perhaps his own loathe he admit it his former teacher and the Grand Master of the Jedi Order himself Luke Skywalker he had held no equal or superior in terms of ability or strength. At least perhaps for now, the force was a ever moving thing, it like time stood never still but ever moved forward. It would not be...inconceivable for yet another power to be brought to bear in the galaxy, perhaps several if not dozens, after all did not the great Republic of old boast of legion of legendary Jedi? He had command of but a single Star Destroyer, after the battle at Korriban he had sensed his master clinging to life but...something within had stayed his hand-perhaps it had been the will of the force or perhaps some fragment of weakness clung to him? The mere notion of weakness brought his vision boiling to a crimson red, if anything it had been whim that spared Katarn! He had humbled the veteran Jedi just as the Emperor had humbled his entire Order a generation before!

Yes he had left Katarn alive but only after proving to him that his own power, his own command of the force and its darker aspects more then made him a match for that sniveling wreck of a adapt. Yes that victory even now brought his lips together into a vicious grin, after besting his master and seizing his prize the Scepter of Ragnos he had left Korriban behind him. Seizing the Star Destroyer in orbit had been a trivial task, it had been awaiting its disembarked crew to return aboard after all, the contingent of Storm Troopers aboard had fled after several dozen of their number had perished senselessly. After that chore claiming the bridge and thus the vessel for his own had been nothing, the Captain of course had objected, claimed loyalty to the now deceased Tavion Axmis, he had broken that sniveling fool's neck with nary a thought.

Leaving Horuset system before the New Republic could scramble to combat his flight had been simple, so overconfident, so assured in their own meaningless victory the Jedi had forgone any sort of naval support. Nothing prevented him from leaving the system with his new prizes, the arcane Scepter and warship both. There had been no true destination in mind for his sojourn, the goal had merely been to put distance between himself and the ancestral home world of the Sith order ordering the ship back to port. The massive ship had departed mere minutes later its destination later revealed to be the key imperial shipyard and one of the most fortified and well defended positions in the entire galaxy Yaga Minor. Yet this left the newly minted Dark Jedi at a loss-where would he go now? What would he do? He commanded one of the most powerful artifacts of the arcane force ever rediscovered...had a massive warship crewed by a force that was cowed into loyalty to him and yet there was no goal.

He had succumbed to his rage and struck down that whelp Rosh Penin and then that fool Alora who dared boast of her and her moronic master's plans involving the Scepter. The Scepter had been a goal, and it was one he had achieved and even secured it during his brief duel with Katarn and yet now that he possessed it-what? Would he go about galaxy like Tavion had done? Draining force nexus's of their energies? For what purpose? He sought to resurrect no ancient and long dead Sith master. Yet he possessed it, and it and its fearsome capabilities and powers were now his own but to what end? This Sith relic contained within it some of the most potent sources of Darkness within the known galaxy and yet it was useless to him as he unlike Tavion had no ancient Sith to walk him through the rituals needed to unlock its more...potent abilities, he could use it as a destructive tool, a instrument of his wrath but little else unless if he came to understand it and its capabilities.

That could be his goal, and it would be worthy of him-it was something he had won through blood and sweat after all. Dozens of Reborn and dead Jedi alike attested to that fact. Yes unlocking the full scope of this trinket would be a worthy pursuit, but with no living Sith in the galaxy as the final two had perished aboard the second Death Star a decade prior, save Palpatine who had returned apparently from death itself...only to perish once more only a little over three years ago to instruct him in the rituals the only other source would be ancient and venerable knowledge of the Sith Order-their holocrons. This was where being a former student of the Jedi actually came to be useful, not only did he know of the existence of such things due to the teachings he had gained upon Yavin furthermore he knew of the probable location of at least one Sith holocron.

After all the acid rain soaked world of Vjun was home to former sanctuary and stronghold of Darth Vader himself and even after Vader had fallen...it had remained in the possession of the dark side ever since, be it they under Palpatine or after his final death. If anywhere possessed one of these rare instruments of teaching and instruction then it would be there-and if there was no knowledge to be gained there...if there was no point to the journey then all he had lost was time he would need to make up for. After all he commanded his fate now, he answered to no time table save his own and this was his goal, his destiny he would unlock the secrets of Ragnos, he would gain the strength from this wretched little stave.

Even now he could feel the energy within the relic practically howling, begging for release, to become part of him. It yearned for a master, to be commanded and directed to destroy his enemies...it recognized his power. Yes this would bring his power to its newest zenith, the legacy of the past-this darkness that Sith and Dark Jedi had left upon the galaxy would be his strength. He would visit planets across the galaxy strong in the dark side and drain these nexuses and drink his fill of the power that was rightfully his. Such thoughts would have been alien to him only just a month prior, before his transformation he had been so weak...so indecisive and pathetic that even for all his strength he did not see the chains that collared him to Luke Skywalker and that damnable Jedi's will.

Yes his victory over Katarn, the Jedi, the Darksiders like Tavion and her cultists alike had set him free, broken his chains and through the force-they would stay broken he would never know another master again-he swore it to himself. All he needed was his own strength and the dark side at his command and he was invincible. He felt the force cloak about him, assuring him of his strength, of his infallibility. The dark side was not a gentle teacher nor a forgiving one but he would learn to command it, his own measurable control of it now would be a paltry insignificance to the true scope of his power once he had fulfilled his ambition.

Yes he would stand as a equal if not superior to any being within the galaxies distant past, the present of today or future, he would never again be looked down upon as the mere tool of a Jedi or some mindless denizen of the New Republic. He would gain his freedom over the chains that had rooted him in place since his birth, he would no longer be bound to any allegiance or code save his own. Yet even as he thought about what gaining such power would allow him to do...what he would do with it...he had no real notion, would he take the Emperor's place? Why? To dominate those who he could already dominate? He was no Sith that sought to control the galaxy as Jedi history would teach...their order was extinct after all but-perhaps the wisdom of the Sith would guide him to his purpose, after all the will of the force had led him to greatness already.

Greatness over the Jedi, the Empire and Republic perhaps it would lead him even further into greater power and strength and perhaps with that he would find his destiny. But first he would have to see to it that his ship was refitted and supplied for the journey to the distant system that was named after the dark planet. Yaga Minor would prove to be no challenge surely after he had combated and bested the mighty of both Darksider and Jedi alike. Yes strength would be what saw him through whatever tribulations that may come, after all it had been strength that had ultimately freed him from both his former weakness and those who would condemn him to that weakness.

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AN: Well there we have it, my first bit of Star Wars fanfiction-I would please ask that readers review this piece so I have some sort of criticism be it positive or negative to work with as I have no experience in this writing media. That said I do hope you all have enjoyed 'Heir to Darkness' I personally had a bit of fun writing this chapter as it allowed me to put pen to paper on a bunch of concepts I actually enjoy discussing about Star Wars be it the Dark Side, or the Force or Lightsaber combat.

I don't have a definitive timetable for my next upload on this story but I will be honest, Reviews certainly would tell me if there is any sort of interest in this story. That said even if interest is minimal to non existent don't expect to this story to be abandoned just...expect me to focus in my other ongoing story.

Until next time.

-Reborn Akatsuki