Manda'lor13: Well, here it is: the first chapter of my new Chronicles of the Sith series.
Kitsumon: Yay, whoopee, woo-hoo. Whatever…
Darth Caedus: Idiot Digimon When I rule the galaxy, I will wipe out every last one of –
Manda'lor13: Oh shut up. You have no chance whatsoever. So give it up already!
Caedus: (Glare)
Manda'lor13: Anyways, here we go!
Kitsumon: Mando-kun does not own Star Wars. Yet.
Caedus: Or so he says…
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Chronicle I: Dawn of Lux
TIME: 39 YEARS ABY, JUST BEFORE THE EVENTS OF STAR WARS: LEGACY OF THE FORCE: BETRAYAL
LOCATION: SITH CAMP, RYLOTH
She held the crimson blade barely 3 centimeters away from his bare and exposed neck. She panted, as sweat and blade mingled on her cheek from various cuts all over her body, and a large gash on her cheek. Her second lightsaber lay on the floor a few meters away, cleanly cut in half.
Her opponent, Darth Haedias, was on the ground, her blade burning the hairs and skin upon his neck. His own lightsaber was only half a meter away, still gripped in his severed hand. Haedias clutched feebly at the stump of an arm, attempting to stop the blood loss and failing miserably.
Somehow, se was able to see her own reflection, very clearly, in the growing pool of blood. She saw her face: redder than usual, even for a lethan twi'lek, with a large cut across her cheek, where blood slowly dripped out. She took all this in within a matter of instants, none of it even fazing her. But she did notice one, almost startling thing: her eyes, usually a beautiful, shining, vibrant green where yellow, and the realization dawned on her.
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha." Haedias cackled without amusement. "So the circle finally ends, as apprentice shall kill master. But will you? Can you? You always have been too weak… too caring… too trusting… perhaps… perhaps you should join the Jedi. Hmm? So what will you do, Ti-alin Ciast? Are you Sith… or Jedi?"
Rage, a pure white-hot rage, welled up within her chest. "No! I am Sith! I am not Ti-alin Ciast! I am Darth Lux!" And with a finesse, grace, and agility only a true lightsaber master could dream of, she twirled the blade back, around and over her head, then neatly decapitated her master; all in under a second.
As Lux turned and began to leave, she surveyed the remnants of the camp. It was in ruins, the tents set ablaze and supplies destroyed. She gazed at her master's ship, the Twilight's Eclipse. It was registered in Haedias's alias, so it was of no use to her; she'd need a replacement. Regardless, though, it was all over. She was a Dark Lord of the Sith. The circle was complete.
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Manda'lor13: Finally done!
Caedus: (sigh) Idiot.
Kitsumon: You're both delusional idiots, ok!
Caedus: (Force Choke) You want to say that again?
Manda'lor13: You! Quit choking him! You! Shut the heck up! Got it?
Kitsumon & Caedus: Fine… (Mutter something under breath)
Manda'lor13: (Shakes head) Anyways, as a note, Lux is Latin for "light." That's where the name came from. Well, please review and I'll respond in the next chapter.
