This is a story of a man named Kaden Kenobi, the son of one of the greatest Jedi.
The two red lightsabers sent flashes of light around the darkened room, revealing the faces of the two combatants and the vague shapes of the people watching them.
One of the onlookers was the tall form of the armoured Darth Vader, The Emperor's right hand man.
The other was the smaller cloaked figure of Emperor Palpatine himself. Also known as Darth Sidious, he held great respect and power over each and every man or woman in the room.
Others watched the training battle.
One of the fighters appeared rough and had a distinct rouge element about him, clothed in loose black robes he fought with a mix of raw talent and finely honed training along with large amounts of instinct and emotion
The other was the younger by a few years, and although clothed the same the differences seemed to end there. His hair was short and off his face and he fought with the clean elegance of training and talent and tempered his emotions.
The younger man knocked the saber out of the other's hand with a surprisingly quick blow. The older one surprised him with an unorthodox punch to the jaw and a kick to the stomach.
Quickly recovering he struck out with the hilt of his lightsaber.
The two were brought to a halt by a single clap from the Emperor.
"You have both fought well." He announced and nodded to Vader.
"Return to your rooms, the decisions will be announced tomorrow." Vader told them all.
The people in the room began to drift out the room as the lights were flicked on.
"Nice punch Katarn." Spoke the younger boy.
"My thoughts exactly Kenobi." Kyle Katarn laughed.
Kyle Katarn had initially been in the Imperial Academy training to become a stormtrooper. Darth Vader however had sensed the Force within him and at the age of sixteen had taken him as one of his personal students. Now at the age of twenty-four he was a fully trained and able dark warrior, able to call upon his skills to overcome any foe.
On the other side of things Kaden Kenobi had been born into the Emperor's court. His mother had been Naria Dooku, the only surviving Separatist leader from the time of the Clone Wars. She had been the adopted daughter of Count Dooku, who had become Darth Tyranus. This connection had softened the Emperor when he was deciding her fate and she had been allowed to live as long as she didn't leave the court.
However before Kaden was even two she had been brought to near death by his own father, a General of the Republic and an ex-Jedi Master. Kaden was ashamed to be blood related to a man who had turned against the Emperor when he saved the Republic from the Separatist's and itself. His only memory of the attack was his mother's pained voice calling his name. Despite all their attempts the Jedi Obi-Wan Kenobi had remained hidden. The Emperor himself had then placed him in the home of one of his officer's and a few years later had returned to take him for training. Kaden Kenobi was one of the few students trained by Emperor Palpatine.
The past two days had been a series of competitions designed to single out the greatest of the Force sensitive students. Some had been struck down and died form their wounds. Some may still die from poor performance. But Kyle and Kaden had, as expected, topped the competition along with a handful of other students.
Only the best would serve Emperor Palpatine on Coruscant.
Palpatine watched the two men leave the room.
"They have come along well Lord Vader." Palpatine commented.
"Talented though he is, Katarn runs heavily on emotion, if he were to learn the truth he could be lost." Vader replied.
"And the boy?" Palpatine asked.
"Kenobi is truly loyal. He wants revenge for his mother's death." Vader informed him.
Palpatine laughed.
"Everything is unfolding as I have desired, it is all as I have foreseen. The children of old enemies shall serve as loyal servants!"
A/N: Hope your all at least intrested! I've tried to write differently in this story,I try to focus on each character and write each paragraph from that influence. That means as a character goes from, e.g, dark to light they will go from thinking of the Rebel Alliance as 'rebel scum' to 'the Alliance'.
I say all this because this story was orginaly written because I was a bit bored of my other stories. So i tried to flex my writing skills and try somthign a bit different! However I ended out enjoying the story so much I just had to polish it up and start posting it!
Your reveiws mean lots to me :)