A/N: forgive the formatting, my computer's being evil.

Prologue

My story began long ago, in a time remembered in legend, in a place marked by history, on a planet called Ruusan. Flung into the farthest reaches of the outer rim of the Galactic Republic, this small, pathetic, orbiting mass somehow attracted the attention of two powerful forces. It was on Ruusan that these opposites collided, leaving devastation where they met.
But my story starts before that. I am the product of long years of tradition. You see, Ruusan was run by a syndicate of criminal overlords. If there was ever another government on Ruusan, no one remembered it. The basis of Ruusan's economy was its slave trade. There slaves were bred, trained and then shipped to wherever the price was right. My mother belonged to the ruler at that time; she was a host, a tool for producing slaves. Five years before Ruusan's destruction an aggressive young business man has his way with her, producing me, an unnamed bastard, branded as a slave with a number, 50143926974. I've covered the mark, but forever it will remain branded in my mind.
I first met the Sith when I was four. I felt a strange presence, something dark that attracted me and repulsed me at the same time. I also felt the Jedi, completely opposite yet somehow the same. I didn't understand it at first, now I know.
It was the Jedi who caused the destruction of Ruusan, my home. I love them and I hate them. It was because of the Jedi that I became who I am. I am the first Sith Apprentice.