Star Wars the Clone Wars: AU
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Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars. That is Disney's now. Nor do I own Tyris Novar, he is Batmarcus' creation. I do not own anything I add from other universes (Such as Call of Duty Zombies) in order to give this story more depth, those things belong to their respective creators. I do Own Nanashi/Jerid Marr/Darth Reaver the Phantom Blade/Any other Alias I give him, and Darth Krys.
Summary: When Darth Reaver sensed his master's death, he decided to participate in the War to come as a Third Party. His actions turn his sibling student's Puppet Show into an Actual War.
PROLOGUE
-Felucia a week after the Naboo Crisis-
A man and a young girl were wandering the wilds of the Felucia. The man is wearing a black hooded cloak, a black tunic, and a blind fold, and the twelve year old red headed girl a dark robe akin to a Jedi's. Most would be worried since the wilds of Felucia are extremely dangerous due to the presence of several carnivorous animals. But to those attune to the Force, they'd know that it's the wildlife that should be worried. The man is a Miraluka known to a select few as Darth Reaver the Phantom Blade, first apprentice of Darth Plagueis the Wise, and the girl is his Apprentice, Darth Krys. "I sense movement in the Force," Krys told her master.
"I have already sensed it," he replied, "and the Force says we should investigate."
Krys bowed and said, "I'll follow your lead my master."
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Not too far ahead they found what had caused the movement in the Force. There were three Jedi and they all stood ricocheting blaster bolts at a group of what were clearly smugglers accompanied by a few destroyer droids.
"Give it up, and things don't need to get worse." One Jedi said.
"Never, we need this cargo why can't you damn Jedi just leave us be!?" One man shouted.
The Jedi sighed and nodded to the others they ricocheted the next bolts back and hit the man square in the chest, Reaver could hear a faint gasp of shock before anyone could move they all felt a great wave of rage come from behind where the men had been standing and then two of the Jedi were lifted into the air writhing and clawing at their necks as a ten year old boy stepped out of the shadows holding his arms out in front of him.
"You killed my father," he shouted and then they all heard the loud CRACK as the two Jedi fell to the ground with their necks snapped so effectively their heads nearly faced the wrong way. The remaining Jedi was horrified by what the boy had done.
The last Jedi moved to kill the boy due to his blatant use of the Dark Side, but his Dark Blue Blade was intercepted by a Crimson Red one. "To actually think about taking the life of a youngling due to his more than justified reaction is appalling," stated the wielder, "but since you're a Jedi Guardian, I'm hoping you'll be able give me a decent challenge."
"Who are you," asked the Jedi.
Reaver chuckled mirthfully, "Once upon a time my name was Jerid Marr, and I was a member of the Jedi Order... But I was persecuted for my heritage which drove me to the Sith."
"What are you talking about," the Jedi demanded.
Reaver bowed mockingly and said, "I am the descendant of Darth Nihilus and Visas Marr, the Jedi Order's Self-fulfilling Prophecy: Darth Reaver, The Phantom Blade."
"Then the Jedi Order was right about you."
Reaver scowled as he called his second blade to his off hand, "I am what the Jedi Order made me: nothing more, nothing less." The Dark Side sprang to life as he used his complete mastery of telekinesis to wield four extra blades.
The Jedi Guardian was shocked by the sight of these four blades circling the man, and went white with terror when he realized he couldn't disrupt the Sith Lord's telekinetic grip. 'Is this the Power of the Dark Side,' he thought to himself.
"This is merely the result of countless hours spent training to master the use of Telekinesis," replied Reaver before skewering his opponent with six different blades.
Revear turned to the boy who simply held his father's head in his lap. He and Krys took in the boy's appearance. He had tanned skin, silver-blue eyes and dark black hair done into a ponytail. Like anyone even part Kiffar he had the markings of his particular clan on his face. In his case at the corner of each eye was a single small red circle. From those, red lines outlined his eyes and dropped into thin red triangles that stopped above the corners of his mouth.
"Are you going to kill me now," the boy asked.
"No," replied the Miraluka, "In fact I may have use for you."
"Use for me? What kind of use could I be to you," he asked curiously.
Reaver chuckled darkly, "War shall break out in approximately ten years and my sibling student intends for it to be a giant puppet show." He knelt down before the boy and said, "I'm going to make it an actual war."
"You still didn't answer my question," stated the boy.
Reaver smirked, "I believe you have the potential to be one of my enforcers: a Dark Side Adept who commands one of my armies."
"Me? Commander of an army? You really think that I have that kind of potential," he asked with shock evident in his voice.
"I do yes."
"What's the catch," the boy demanded, "Dad always said no one does something like this for you unless they want something in return."
"You're allegiance will do," replied Reaver.
The boy stared down at his father s face for a long moment thinking it over. "Alright you have my allegiance, but I want to bury my father that is all I ask and then I will follow you," He said looking up at the man with a serious face.
The man nodded and said, "Normally I'd tell you to let the dead bury the Dead, but I will allow this... Tyris Novar." Tyris was a bit shocked that the man knew his name. "I'm a skilled Telepath, so I have no issue finding things in people's minds."
"Right… Okay then, what do I call well both of you," Tyris asked pulling a shovel from the ship and beginning to dig his father's grave.
"What you call me depends on the situation," replied the Miraluka, "but in private I am to be referred to as Lord Reaver."
"I am Darth Krys, Lord Reaver's apprentice," stated the red head, "call me Krys."
"Alright then Lord Reaver and Krys, seems simple enough to remember. You can just keep calling me Tyris or Ty my dad and my sister used to call me that." He said in a voice of forced calm as he thought of his lost family and kept digging.
"You have a sister," asked Krys.
"Yeah," replied Tyris, "but she was taken from my family a few years back we don't know where she is now."
"I could have my spy network try to track her down if you know her name," added Reaver, "though I can't guarantee that she'll turn up, it is worth a try."
"I would like that, her names Assaj Ventress," he replied, "Oh, and she's a Dathomirian if that makes finding her any easier."
"The more I have to work with the better," stated Reaver.
"Well that's all I can think of… That and she has one hell of a temper," he added while he placed his father in his grave. After a moment of silence Tyris spoke again, "I think I know what the Jedi wanted from us Lord Reaver."
"And what is it they wanted," he asked curiously.
Tyris headed into the ship while still speaking, "See most of what is in here was things we need to survive but dad and his crew found something they thought was worth selling." He struggled to push a large chest out and over to him before opening it to show a black suit of armor and a silver long handled lightsaber hilt; both of which seemed to radiate with dark power.
"This," He said simply.
"The Armor and Lightsaber of Warb Null," stated the Miraluka, "this is quite a find my boy."
"Dad thought so to," Tyris said with a shrug, "there were about ten traps before we even got to the room it was all actually in."
Reaver chuckled, "it seems your father was surprisingly knowledgeable about Dark Side Artifacts."
"Mom was a nightsister of Dathomir if that means anything," the boy added.
The Sith Lord paused at that: He might be able to get the Witches of Dathomir to join his ranks if played his cards right.
"Is that helpful," He asked.
"More than you know," replied the Sith Lord.
DONE!
I feel no desire to explain anything so I won't.