Star Wars: Rise of the Old Sith
The Galaxy is in conflict. After centuries of peace, several systems seek to break away from the Republic. Many have succeeded, resulting in the Galactic Republic becoming the Independent Galactic States. Wars have broken out throughout the Galaxy as the Republic attempts to reunite the troubled realm. Meanwhile, the Jedi sense a large conflict in the Force. The Sith are on the rise again, under the leadership of Darth Marek, a former Jedi Master and descendant of the fabled Galen "Starkiller" Marek. The Sith Lord plans to abolish Darth Bane's Rule of Two and establish an Order similar to that of the Jedi in hopes of creating a Sith army that will conquer and unite the Galaxy under his rule. With the Republic's armies spread thin, the Jedi reluctantly look to Kamino for help. Jedi Master Wadd Rutt journeys to Kamino with Lorm Bongar, a bounty hunter who is to be cloned, to start negotiations.
The ship descended steadily onto the watery Kaminoian surface. As always it was raining. The ship landed on the wet landing platform of the cloning facilities. From the ship two human figures descended, one dressed in a Jedi cloak hiding his features while the other slightly taller human was dressed in a bounty hunter outfit and had a military-type face with short black hair and dark eyes. They walked towards the entrance in silence which was broken by the bounty hunter in a few moments.
"Hm. A little under the weather for my taste. I personally like sunny planets," Lorm said, and shivered. "I wouldn't mind Tatooine right now." The Jedi kept quiet. "Not much of a talker, huh. Typical Jedi." They reached the entrance which opened automatically. White light fell on them, which was a change from the dark exterior. A kaminoan stood at the entrance to meet them. The Jedi pulled down his hood, revealing a middle aged stern face with short brown hair and dark eyes. The Kaminoan extended a welcoming hand.
"Welcome, Master Jedi. And to you, Candidate. Follow me," he said and walked down a narrow corridor. They followed him into a circular room with floating spherical chairs. They found the Kaminoan Prime Minister already seated. The Kaminoan and the Jedi sat opposite him, but Lorm remained standing.
"Welcome, my Jedi friend. I take it this is the Candidate," the Prime Minister said, gesturing towards Lorm. "Fine specimen. We will make an excellent army out of him."
"That is why we chose him," Master Rutt said. "I have to tell you this right away though Prime Minister, this clone army must be a hundred percent loyal to the Jedi Order, not to the Republic. Master Ta'raar, the Grand Master of the Jedi Order, must be the Supreme Commander of the army. You must also program them to never kill or even harm a Jedi, no matter the situation. These are our only requests."
The Prime Minister nodded his elegant head. "I understand. We wouldn't want a repeat of the Great Jedi Purge now would we."
"Certainly not, Prime Minister. I'm afraid I have pressing matters to attend to. The Galaxy is at war after all." Rutt bowed to the two Kaminoans, bade them and the bounty hunter farewell, and left with his cloak flapping in his wake. He boarded his ship and took off heading for Coruscant. A while later he landed on Coruscant and headed for the Temple, eager to report his progress. He neared the Temple steps and stopped suddenly. In front of him was a five year old human boy. He had black hair and dark brown eyes that looked black in the shadows. His face was emotionless his eyes looked almost lifeless. The Jedi looked quizzically at the boy. He could feel the Force in him, yet he did not look like a youngling from the Temple.
"Young boy, what are you doing outside the Temple?" Rutt inquired. The boy remained quiet. "What is your name?" Rutt continued. Still no response. "You're not from around here are you? No matter, you came to the right place. This is a safe place. Come with me." He motioned towards the Temple and started climbing the steps. The boy followed him without a word.
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Somewhere on a large planet in the Inner Rim a building was being constructed. The building was a temple, but it was not a Jedi Temple. It was still in its skeletal form and already it was terrifying. It stretched imposingly towards the cloud-filled sky. It loosely resembled the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, yet it was quite different. Instead of five straight towers, its towers were twisted and gnarled. It was as if a wicked hand was stretching towards the stormy sky. Construction droids worked tirelessly all around the building, a swarm of insects around an evil hive as seen from the ground. Exactly how Sith Lord Darth Eon saw it as he stood before the Temple. The Sith Lord himself was a sight to behold. He was an eight foot tall bag of muscle. He greatly resembled Mother Tamsen of the Nightsisters of Dathomere with his visage, blood-red skin and black hair that started way above his forehead and ended in a ponytail. His eyes were the eyes of a full Sith, acid yellow and red-rimmed. He wore a combat outfit that was black and sleeveless. He appraised the building and one corner of his chapped lips curved into a smile. His master would be very pleased.