A/N: This story follows more of the actual timeline... Cade Skywalker and Kol Skywalker come from the Legacy comics. Read them; they're awesome.

I'm not sure if Ben is Cade 's Grandfather (its alluded to) but that's the way I'm going to go with…

Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars (I hate these disclaimers, its a fan fic of course we don't claim ownership).

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Part 1

"Whatever happened to grandfather..." Twelve year-old Cade asked, fiddling with a tool

Kol Skywalker looked over his shoulder, his green eyes shaded by flame-colored hair. "Your grandfather?" He reached out a hand. "Would you pass me the hydrospanner?"

He passed the tool to his father. "Yes, my grandfather, Ben." Cade was ultimately stubborn and wouldn't let the matter go. Kol had been putting off telling the boy about his grandfather for awhile. Since Cade had never really gotten to know Ben Skywalker, it was even more of a mystery to him. "He died."

Cade huffed. "I know that. How?"

"He was killed."

"In battle?"

"Yes."

Cade waited a beat. "Who? Who killed him?"

"A Sith."

He narrowed his green eyes. "But I thought they were gone, great-grandfather destroyed them."

Kol sighed and got up from his crouched position near the Headhunter.

"So it was thought. Then again, my grandfather thought the Sith were gone when Anakin Skywalker brought balance to the Force; then came the Lost Tribe."

"The one great-grandfather destroyed." Cade insisted.

Kol smiled sadly. "He didn't do it alone."

The pre-teen ignored this and sat down on the toolbox, staring up at his father. Seeing the look, the Jedi Master continued:

"Yes, the Jedi believed they had destroyed the Sith, but all were not gone." He paused. "My father encountered the last of the Lost Tribe, an old love of his by the name of Vestara Khai."

"He was in love with a Sith." He sounded slightly disgusted.

"They say love is blind—and it was for him." Kol sat down finally, cross-legged. "She fooled him, but he soon learned this, and realized she would never be a Jedi."

"She wanted to be a Jedi? A Sith?" Cade snorted. "That would never happen."

"Your grandfather believed it could." He explained. "But...she betrayed him…and the Jedi."

His son gave a little derisive laugh. "Bet he felt stupid. You can't trust a Sith."

"Cade." Kol reprimanded.

"Well, you can't, right?"

"The Yuzzhan Vong couldn't be trusted. Now, look what's happening now."

"The Yuzzhan Vong are different," He played with the handle on the toolbox, pushing his blonde hair out of his eyes. "They're not Sith."

Kol sighed, not wanting to argue this point.

"Do you want me to finish this story, Cade?" He asked with a stern voice.

"Yes, Father." He hung his head. "Sorry..."

"Thank you..." He cleared his throated. "Now, where was I?"

Cade answered, "Vestara Khai. The Jedi betrayer."

Kol ignored this.

"As I was saying before, my father encountered Vestara Khai on a mission on some Outer Rim planet—I can remember which. She confronted him and made some snide remark about my grandfather—your great-grandfather—for he had died year before. This of course angered Ben. He knew she was trying to provoke him, but wouldn't be. He wouldn't fall to the Darkside, not since Jacen Solo tried to turn him.

"To goad him, she lashed out with her saber, taunting him about the Jedi's ultimate failure during the Battle with the Lost Tribe. When my father couldn't be goaded into anger, she dealt a fatal blow and harangued him about his mother. Your grandfather lost composure…That one subject you never brought up with him—and certainly not in the manner she had.

"Ben could see that the Vestara he thought he knew, that he thought he could change, and did not, had only become uglier and embittered with the Darkside of the Force. He let his anger get the best of him…"

"He tried to strike her in anger then."

"Yes and no. He realized what was happening and reigned himself back." He took a breath. "He did strike her, but it was not out of hatred. He knew she had to be destroyed, because she was a threat to the galaxy."

"She was just one Sith."

"One Sith who tricked him and Luke years ago."

Cade seemed to ponder this.

"And Abeloth was still at large at the time. It took years to find the fame Monolith Dagger."

"So he struck her down."

"For the good of the galaxy." Kol finished. "At least he tried to..."

"She killed him."

"Yes, she made one more jab at Mara Jade Skywalker…and this time, he did lose composure… Khai saw an opening and took it, saying, I knew I would have to kill you, Ben….What a fool you were.

"He fell dead."

Kol nodded.

"How do you know this?" Cade narrowed his eyes.

"Because I was there..." Kol swallowed. "..I ran her through with by blade. She died by my hands..."

"How old were you?"

"Fourteen." *

"Oh."

"The same age my father was when he lost his mother, your great-grandmother."

"It was tragic for me….I lost my father…and my mother died of an illness she'd contracted early on before my father's death." He sighed. "I'm sorry you never knew them, Cade." He ran a hand through the boy's blond hair. "I was lucky to know my grandfather. He was a good man."

"I wish I'd know both of them. Grandfather and great-grandfather."

"I think, you would have liked them, Cade…They were great Jedi—and men." He gave him a pointed look. "That's why I instill you honor and respect. I want you to be a great Jedi too...I want you to be..."

He smirked slightly, finishing for his father. "A Skywalker."

"Yes, grab hold of your heritage, Cade." Kol gripped his son's shoulder. "Be proud of who you are, of where you come from. You're of good stock. Never forget that."

He nodded.

"Now, speaking of family…Are you ready to give me the family history assignment I gave you?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good. Start from the top…" He sat back, folding his arms over his chest. "Our family started its humble beginnings where?"

Cade grinned. "That's easy: Tatooine."

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(End Part 1)

Asterisk (side note): Cade lost his father, Kol at the exact age, and it was in a battle against a Sith as well. (freaky ain't it)

A/N: I had this idea…this one is based more on the actual timeline…sort of.