Star Wars: The rise of Delvon Izareon
Prologue:
HE Opened His Eyes
The lightsaber at my side turned on. I moved my hand across my opened vest that exposed my chest. I felt my hand touch the hilt of my lightsaber.
It is my most treasured possession. Using ancient technology from some unknown race it formed maybe the most powerful lightsaber in the galaxy. It has the rage, the brutality, the power of a red bladed lightsaber. But inside it had the understanding, the wisdom, and the forgiveness of the blue lightsaber. It somehow focused the power of these two and many more crystals into a living membrane of a lightsaber, alive yet not, dead yet…..alive. Suddenly my hands slipped into the charges, the crystal was the brain, and this was the muscle. The crystals were powerful but meaningless without the charge. It was a silvery line that covered most of the lightsaber up to the base of the blade.
When I am fighting, my anger, my want, my pain, and my regret flowed into this lightsaber, making me in the heat of battle almost invincible but when in the pain of loss or suffering I seemed lost and unable to continue fighting as if I was drained.
As I looked at the lightsaber it blurred, turning from blue to green to purple to red in a simultaneous pattern that seemed to flash before my eyes scary but at the same time reliving. Suddenly I was back in the desert of korriban, being tortured and shaped into one of the Siths "super-weapons", short for a combination of synthesized Dashade DNA and force sensitive humans.
The Dashade seemed to have been destroyed in the Great Sith war. The Dashade are muscular humanoids with high foreheads, a lamprey-like mouth, powerful claws, and a natural ability to dissipate heat that makes them difficult to spot with most life-form sensors. They were used on both sides but the sith decided to destroy there homeworld, officially obliterating them from the face of the galaxy. Yet somehow they found Dashade DNA and synthesized it, making super-humans to lead there armies in a war against the Jedi.
I was orphaned at an early age, my father was an humanoid, my mother a albino Caucasian. I don't know what happened to either but the force has decided that I shall not know. The orphanage was on an outerworld planet called X125SEC2AZ, Zidabon by the locals. This is where my story began, Zidabon………………………