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"Speaking"
'Thoughts'
'Telepathic'
-Prince of the Stars-
32 BBY… Kamino
"How are we doing today my old friend?" asked the soothing baritone of an elder aristocratic gentlemen. He was dressed in the finest clothings of his people, of his society. Descending down the ramp of his ship, floating next to him was a cryogenic hibernation capsule; the transparent mist partially hiding its contents.
The elder man peered down into the capsule, his face close to the glass. "Are you ready for your blood transfusion, Jedi Master Sifo-Dyas?"
Calming breaths did little to soothe the Jedi Master, peering at the clone of himself in the bacta tanks in the facilities on Kamino. Dooku was destined to betray him for the Sith. They had to be the Sith. Always two there are- A Master and an Apprentice. Betrayal and hurt crawled through Sifo-Dyas, he had known Dooku like a brother for many decades, and for him to do this…
A flicker of hope dared to dream that the vision was no more than that, however unlikely it was. Hugo Damask was correct: dark times were drawing close. And he was the catalyst for the Jedi's possible destruction. He placed his hand on the bacta tank and leaned against it, his growing pain of guilt gnawing at him.
"I have to make this right. I have to," muttered Sifo-Dyas. His dark brown eyes looked over the nearly completed clone of himself; he could hardly tell the difference on the outside. "How do I correct my mistake?" He thought of destroying the Clones but that would take too much time and the Kaminoians would demand a reason for such actions, even if they were paid well. Besides destroying the Clones would only delay the result, and he took the caution of expecting that the Sith might discover the Clones; hence the vision.
"Is everything satisfactory Jedi Master?" inquired the calm voice of the Kamnioian Prime Minister.
"Yes, just a passing headache," Sifo-Dyas explained. Lama Su directed his attention to the Jedi's clone floating in the bacta tank, lamenting over, perhaps, his greatest creation.
"The prospect of the Midi-Chlorians is such a fascinating topic, and here I believed that the Jedi placed their faith in a mystical energy," Lama Su stated.
"The Force IS a mystical energy that connects to all living things Prime Minister, the Midi-Chlorians themselves are only a physical property of the Force; not the Force itself," explained Sifo-Dyas.
"If that is what you believe, that I shall respect it," continued the Prime Minister. "Your order shall be completed within the next few days as promised."
"As your payment as well," Sifo-Dyas stepped away from the bacta tank and proceeded to leave the room, Lama Su following the Jedi Master down the hallway.
Entering the main hallway, the Jedi Master observed the thousands and tens of thousands of Clones below him training, eating, and various other activities. Thoughts of Dooku's betrayal played through his mind, his anger and hurt growing.
"I sense that you are unsatisfied with the Clones?" Sifo-Dyas shook his head, focusing on Lama Su's voice.
"No, no. I'm preoccupied with other personal matters, you have done a tremendous job with the Clones," the Jedi Master praised.
"Thank you for the kind words Jedi Master. Will there be another order in the foreseeable future?"
Sifo-Dyas halted and glanced towards a small squad of Clones down below. Clones created from the DNA of Jango Fett, tasked with killing Dooku's former apprentice. She was once a beautiful girl two decades ago, having a crush on her master. How the Jedi Council dealt with it was cruel, even by the Code's standards. The Code of the Jedi was dogmatic and cruel, the Jedi Master realized; to punish a child for an innocent act that might've gone away with the proper training. Even then he couldn't necessarily blame Dooku, he only followed the Jedi Code- There is no emotion, only peace.
Such a simple statement. And a simple lie.
"For now, no. But I will let you know if I change my mind."
-Prince of the Stars-
A few days later… Coruscant
"I hope you can understand how appreciative we are for your services Master Jedi," Supreme Chancellor Valorum thanked. "The Pyke Syndicate have been controlling the underworld for quite some time."
"It's my pleasure Supreme Chancellor, and I am aware of the threat that the Pyke Syndicate pose. Though negotiations with them may prove difficult given the recent destruction of the Black Sun," explained Sifo-Dyas.
"Is there any sign or evidence of what may caused their downfall?" asked Valorum.
The Jedi Master shook his head. "I'm afraid not. The likely case was that it was an inside job or an internal civil war was waged. Or the more unlikely scenario was caused by an outside force."
"I see, you believe the Hutt Cartel might have been responsible?"
"I rather not say your Excellency, but if it was then you know the threat the Hutt Cartel holds over the galaxy," clarified Sifo-Dyas.
"All to well I'm afraid," sighed Valorum. "I will entrust my aide Silman to your care Master Jedi to record the events that transpire during the broker."
"As you wish," said Sifo-Dyas, watching the Chancellor's aide walk over to him. Boarding in his personal T-6 Shuttle, Sifo-Dyas watched his clone and the Chancellor's aide ascend in his ship and disappear past the skylines of Coruscant. Lowering the electro-binoculars the Jedi Master pondered on the fate that Dooku would give his clone.
-Prince of the Stars-
Oba Diah
Tightening the cloak around his face, Sifo-Dyas trudged through the blistering sandstorm; the outline of his ship increasing with his every step. Prying the crashed ship's door open, Sifo-Dyas leapt down the ship to the cockpit. Opening the door with his hands, the sight of the broken and broken body of the Chancellor's aide stared at him with one eye. Looking away from the ghastly image, Sifo-Dyas noticed the missing body of his clone.
Dooku took the bait.
That still left a multitude of problems for the Jedi to handle.
His grip tightened on the passenger seat, there must be a way. His dark brown eyes shifted side to side as an idea formed in his mind. Seeing no further use of the ship, Sifo-Dyas climbed out of his former ship; leaving it to his past life as a Jedi.
Whatever he chose now, it would no longer be that of a Jedi. He might have to become something more.
-Prince of the Stars-
Jedi Temple- Holocron Vault; Coruscant
Within the vaults of the Jedi Temple laid millenniums worth of ancient and sacred knowledge to the Jedi. Techniques, tales of war, notes, philosophy; all valuable to the Jedi.
Yet one Holocron in particular ravaged in the Jedi's mind, he knew of the history of the legendary Force wielder Revan- the one individual to wield both the Light and Dark sides of the Force. Perhaps there was something that Sifo-Dyas could use to correct his sins.
He dared to hope.
Finally, he found it.
Tucking it away in his robes, Sifo-Dyas placed another Holocron in its place before leaving the fault.
Sifo-Dyas politely thanked Jocasta Nu for her assistance, quickly making his leave from the Jedi Archives.
-Prince of the Stars-
The Draay family was, by the time of the ancient Mandalorian wars three thousand years ago, one of the most influential and powerful Human families in both the Galactic Republic and the Jedi Order. However, during the last three thousand years, no Force-sensitive Draay was produced.
Everytime a Draay was knighted, the markets shook.
Alaric Draay was the rebirth of the Draay legacy.
His master watched from a distance, studying his Padawan's moves with a lightsaber. He was slow and unsure, wary of the lightsaber's power in his hands. Rightfully so, the lightsaber was to be respected. The ability to take a life or defend a life was the most sacred task for any Jedi.
Sifo-Dyas watched the boy, he had raised him since he was a newborn. His parents died in an assassination several years ago, and when he told his student of the event, as he expected, Alaric was calm. Yet he saw in those bright blue eyes pain.
Somewhere deep down there still lingered that pain in Alaric. Releasing a breath through his nose, Sifo-Dyas strolled to his Padawan and gained the attention of Alaric.
"Master!" cried Alaric, startled by his Master's sudden appearance. Alaric tightened his grip on the lightsaber.
Sifo-Dyas chuckled somberly at his apprentice, secretly weary of Dooku. "Easy my young Padawan, loosen your grip." Alaric loosened his grip on his lightsaber. "It is an extension of yourself and you must treat with respect. It is the same as choking yourself."
"Sorry Master," apologized the Alaric, casting his eyes downward in disappointment.
"Don't apologize, be better," Sifo-Dyas firmly declared. "You will always find some doubt in yourself, no matter what."
Alaric nodded solemnly, moving the lightsaber away from his master and stared at the hilt.
"But I believe you will be a phenomenal duelist when you are older," comforted the Jedi Master.
"You think so?"
"Only you can know, I can only teach you the techniques."
The young Padawan offered a small smile to his master.
"Now, however, you must listen to me and follow me," urged Sifo-Dyas. Alaric stared in confusion, becoming startled as his master dragged him away from the courtyard.
"W-What's happening?" Alaric asked, clearly concerned over his master's actions.
"I will explain in due time but the Order isn't safe anymore," the Jedi Master briefly explained. "Nothing is safe anymore."
The boy stared at his master in disbelief, his eyes lingered at the Jedi's face looking for a sign of doubt. But he also knew that his master was being deadly serious.
"Why can't you inform the Council if this is serious? I'm sure they'll listen to you." An innocent idea, and if Sifo-Dyas was a normal Jedi it would've work. His hands, however, were too deep in this and he knew how the Council would react.
"If this was any other time, they might have. But they won't now, that will be their fateful downfall."
-Prince of the Stars-
Dantooine
His face was calm as he overlooked the deceased body of his old friend. Weathered by the age of grace, Dooku observed the body. Dark plans were set in motion over the dead Jedi Master's body, what purpose was only known to the insane and deplorable.
The Jedi Master awoken his eyes to the vast forests of Dantooine, the planet that the Order of Revan practiced their arts in secret during the Old Republic. Tents, blankets, technology, weapons, and supplies laid scattered at the campsite. The light of the moon casted its luscious glow over them as the Jedi looked closely at them.
"Why are we here?" asked Alaric.
Sifo-Dyas scouted the forest surrounding them. They would be alone here for quite some time.
"Master?"
The Jedi Master turned towards his apprentice, acknowledging his question. "A good question…" Questions of doubt pondered in his psyche: what did he hope to accomplish from this?
If the legends were true of Revan, then he failed. A cycle of power and failure, lost to the forgotten dust of time. Pulling the holocron of Revan, the Jedi Master struggled with his desire to destroy the Sith and clean the slate of his sins.
The young Padawan looked at the device in his master's hand, pondering on what it was. It looked fairly big, large enough to fit in one's hand. The intricate and regal details and finish of the object drew the boy; it was beautiful.
"I have done something that will destroy the galaxy," confessed Sifo-Dyas. Whether it was to himself, his Padawan, or maybe the Force; he wasn't sure. "I plan on correcting that mistake. It all makes sense to me now."
Alaric saw something in his master's eyes. A twinkle of hope, of desire, or something he didn't recognized. Maybe he didn't wish to know.
"The path I am choosing will not be easy and will be filled with pain and death," Sifo-Dyas faced his apprentice. "I offer you the chance to return to the Jedi Temple or even to your family estate on Coruscant."
The Draay Estate… Old faint memories clouded the young Draay's mind. They were blurry and uncertain, but warm and familiar. Alaric only knew of his family's legacy but never once actually stepped one foot inside that home. His home…
"Can I see my home?" asked Alaric. "I just… want to see it."
"Of course," the Jedi Master guided his student back to the ship. "But I urge you to consider what is at stake."
"What did you do?" inquired Alaric, all this time he has heard his master berate himself over something terrible. It was starting to scare him.
"... I created an army of Clones," admitted Sifo-Dyas. "Forged from the DNA of a Mandalorian named Jango Fett. And I fell for the Sith's plan."
"I though the Sith were long dead."
Sifo-Dya's face twitched in agitation. "I did so too. Except they were in front of us in the entire time, and I believed their deception." He chuckled darkly at his realization. "No, they didn't lie. There are going to be dark times ahead, and it's all on me."
A/N: Hope you guys enjoy this new story!
Hey guys! This is SaiyatonianSage here, but surprise, this is my second account for all the excess stories I've been building up on my original page. If you want more information, just head over to the Jinn Sage home page for a full explanation.
Sorry if this seems a little short, but this is more of a prequel chapter in order to shape the future events of this story.
So in this version, Sifo-Dyas is alive and is wanting vengeance against the Sith and his former friend. And I decided to bring the Draay family into this (hence the OC Alaric Draay), and with the fortune and influence of the Draay family being immense and powerful in the Republic, it will provide some creative insights to the Clone Wars era (if there might even be Clones at all)...
Plus this will follow some themes of my Shadows of the Sun story and Rise of the Je'daii Empire.
Harem-
Fem Anakin Skywalker, Padme Amidala, Ahsoka Tano (open to more suggestions)