Prologue: The Legacy of Xizor

A dark, hooded figure moved through the corridors of an abandoned Kamino cloning facility like a shadow. He was frantically looking for something important, something that had haunted his dreams for many years. The more that he looked and the faster that his footsteps became, the more he realized...he was lost. This facility had not been used for at least 20 years, and it showed. Suddenly, a voice erupted from his comlink.

"Abraxis, what is taking you so long?"

"Listen, Haxim, if you were in such a hurry to get offworld you should have come in and helped me. Besides, I took a wrong turn and I'm not sure where I am at."

There was a long sigh from the other end of the com channel before Haxim responded.

"Turn on your locator and let me see if I can guide you through the building. Where is the device you are looking for?"

"It's in the large office closest to the southern entrance."

"Okay...got it. You are going to take a left up at the next corridor."

Abraxis made his way around the corner and said, "ok, now where?"

There was a long pause before Haxim said, "you are going to continue down this corridor for about 300 feet and then make a right. You know that this a fools errand, don't you? All you have told me is that you have had dreams about an object in an office in a cloning facility. We are on Kamino, Abraxis. Do you know how many facilities they have on this planet? Besides, when did you start believing in what you've dreamt? I've known you my entire life and have never heard you utter a word about something you've dreamt ."

"I've never dreamed before, Haxim. Not until I started dreaming about this place."

"Ok, but how do you know this is the place? All of these facilities look exactly the same."

"I can just feel it, Haxim. It's here and it's close."

"That's dangerous language, brother. Do you know who you are starting to sound like? The Jedi, that's who. You're going to get us arrested or worse...that's the feeling I have."

Abraxis shook his head as he switched off his comlink. Haxim was always a skeptic. Many say that twins often share a general psychological bond. That was not the case with Abraxis and Haxim. They were born and abandoned almost on the same day. Left to be raised by parents who were a different species. They ran away from home when they were only nine years old and had lived on the streets most of their adolescentyears. Not many places for two Falleen orphans to go. They managed though. They made their way in the galaxy. Haxim was right about one thing though, he was starting to sound like the Jedi, and that was something that should frighten him, but for some reason, it didn't.

Use of the Force was outlawed after the Galactic Civil War and a few small skirmishes that followed. The New Galactic Republic had made every attempt to wipe the name "Skywalker" out of existence and had formed squads of troops to hunt down and exile anyone that was suspected of using the Force. It was a galactic witch-hunt. Abraxis hated politics. He definitely was not an Imperial sympathizer but one could see their point. Solidified rule over the masses seemed to make more sense than thousands of rulers making as much noise as they can to get their voices heard. At any rate, no one ruled Abraxis.

His thoughts were broken by the sight of his destination, the same large office door from his dreams. This scene was all too familiar to him. He had been here a hundred times, and each time for the same reason, the device on the other side of that door. He did not know what informational treasure the machine held for him or why he had been dreaming about it for so long, but this was the end of his journey. Maybe it held the secrets to his past. Maybe it was government secrets that needed to be exposed. There was only one way to find out. He steps up to the door and pushes the button to open it. Nothing happens...he pushs it again...nothing...

Reluctantly, he switches his comlink back on, "Haxim, the door won't open."

"Yeah, I know. If you would have keptyourcomlink on I would have told that the security system for the doors were still operational. How, after twenty years that's possible, I have no idea."

"Can you override the system?"

"Yep, but I need the serial number on the bottom of the keypad."

Abraxis gave him the code and a few seconds later the door slid open. He made his way into the room slowly, hoping not to trip any other security measures that had been put into place to keep intruders out. There was the desk. This was where the dream usually ended. He had no idea what happens beyond this point. Abraxis makes his way around the desk and sits in the chair. He checks a few different places for any sort of device and comes up with nothing. Suddenly, his leg brushes up against something stuck to the bottom of the desk. He reaches his hand under and pulls out a compad. He blows on it to get the dust off and it comes to life. The screen brightens and much to Abraxis' surprise an image of the Falleen Emperor appears on the screen. As if speaking directly to him, he says...

"I, Xizor, Dark Lord of the Sith, well aware certain events of my reign have been desperately misunderstood by those who are better at garbling history than recording it, hereby set down an exact record of those events, that the truth may at last be known..."

Abraxis' heart began to pound faster and harder. It was a journal. Nah, THE journal of one of the most powerful beings to ever rule the galaxy.

"Abraxis? Did you find it? It's ok if you were wrong. We can try another facility sometime."

Abraxis sat and stared at the image for a few minutes before he replied, "yeah...I was wrong. There is nothing here. Let's go home."