Part one was something I allowed to suffer from the bleeding of my personal situation. I shouldn't have done that, as it led to a dip in quality of the story telling. Does this mean that my character isn't in this story? Absolutely not. But I won't bleed my personal life into this second part. As a matter of fact, I want this to be an experimental piece. How so? You shall have to read to find out.

Keith Varian

Statement from New Jedi Order Grandmaster Luke Skywalker:

3,942 years before the Battle of Yavin, the galaxy was once again the site of a destructive conflict, between the Sith, and the Jedi. The following, is an amalgamation of events, told by major military leaders from both sides, in as accurate a timeline as possible. The High Council of the time, headed up by Grand Master Revan, ordered that the Jedi commanders and generals, leave descriptive journal entries on major personal events during the war. Meanwhile, major figures on the Sith side of things tell the tales of their brutality, and sadism of certain Dark Council Members of the time, as well as the hunt for a lesser known Jedi Exile, at the behest of their Emperor, Darth Odysseus. Much of the credit for this goes to the immortal, Reid Anselmo, whose father is said to have served a minor role in the war, much as Reid has had, throughout history.

We begin with a captured Master Keith Varian, better known to many historians, as the Jedi Exile, and his quest to find the Republic's newest player at that time, after he saves him, yet also executes his captors with a red lightsaber.

I have made several mistakes, over the course of my hellish life. Small ones, such as expecting an easy landing on Malachor V, and larger ones, such as fully trusting Kreia. However, this by far, was the stupidest of them all, to let my guard down enough, as to be oblivious to these malnourished Sand People.

To be fair, the one who forced them to capture me, was the man who I was sent to Tatooine to capture. Lord Sadic. The same Sith who broadcasted the Sith's declaration of war, against the Republic, already three and a half years ago. But in the condition he has his new slaves in, my foolishness in this situation was still a bit humiliating, something which I knew, even from the second I regained consciousness, only to be blasted with lightning, as soon as I had awakened.

The Sand People had nailed me in the back of the head to capture me, so I was barely able to hear. But my eyes could see clearly, despite how hard the pain made to keep them open. I was inside of a cave, my wrists attached to shackles on the wall, and there was hardly any lighting to speak off. By the time Lord Sadic was out of the shadows, I could hear the terrible sound of his voice, through his helmet. "The Great Jedi Master, Keith Varian." He said, with a mocking bow. "It is such a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

It was at this moment where I realized I was too weak to speak myself. "Emperor Odysseus is quite fascinated with your story." The Sith continues. "As are many other Dark Lords. They would all relish the chance to speak with you in person. They may even have a parade waiting for you, in Kaas City." He added sarcastically. The two Sand People who were guarding me, then start frantically rambling on in their language, much to the annoyance of Sadic. "Silence worms!" He yells at them. And silenced they were.

A blue blur flashes past the necks of both Sand People, and then speeds away, as their heads fall to the floor, and their bodies follow suit. Sadic turns around in an angry shock, before jolting me with more lighting, and saying "Don't move." tauntingly. Then, into the dim light, a figure in dark grey apparel, hooded, and sleeved to protect against the harsh weather of this world stands across from Sadic, with a bright blue lightsaber in his right hand. But it was obvious to me, this was no Jedi.

"Come to save your Master, Jedi?" Sadic says to the man.

"No Lord Sadic." he responds, his voice somewhat muffled by the mask covering the man's mouth only. "I've come to take you down."

"You will try, whelp." Sadic coldly states, before drawing his own lightsaber. Lunging for the blue bladed figure, Sadic ran right into a physically strong defense, being shoved to the side, and narrowly avoiding a slash aiming for his neck, only to find a medium sized rock flying to his gut, courtesy of the Force. Staggering, Sadic turned around to find the lightsaber hilt slamming into his helmet, with the hilt being clearly hardened, and heavy enough to knock of the steel off by the chin area, exposing his skin. Sadic's voice was now no longer working with the helmet. "What are you?" He asked.

"A war criminal's worst nightmare." The man responds. Sadic charged at him at full force, with one last effort. The man switched his lightsaber off, and through sheer physical power, sidestepped, grasped, and threw the Sadic to the floor, with crippling velocity. Rolling around on the floor in pain, Sadic looked up at the man, and cursed at him.

"Lord Sadic, the Republic has labeled you a criminal of war." The man states to his defeated opponent.

"Yes, yes Jedi. Just get on with it."

"Very well." The man switches off his blue blade, and pulls out a different lightsaber, ejecting a blade as red as Sadic's.

"What is the meaning of this?!"

"Under New Sith War Criminal Justice act, signed half a year ago, the Republic has authorized certain members of the Republic military have been authorized to serve as executioners, of enemy units deemed guilty of war crimes. And you Lord Sadic, are guilty of destruction of living quarters of residents of the Republic world of Telos. And in your own words, 'we show no mercy' to terrorists."

"Now what can you possibly say is the difference between us, Jedi?"

"I'm not a Jedi." The man says. "And the difference between you an I, is that I don't kill innocent civilians in your Empire." Without saying a word, the man drove his red lightsaber into the heart of Sadic, and with a single twitch, he went limp.

This man was right. He was no Jedi. Yet he was hardly a dark sider either. He clearly fell into the middle. After Sadic died, he pushed a button on the fallen Sith's belt, and a hover crate floated toward me. He pulled his hood down, showing his flowing black hair, looked to me, and stood up, heading my way. I still couldn't speak, but I still glared at him, not agreeing with his executing of a defenseless prisoner, even one as evil as Lord Sadic. "Be still. Without a treatment serum, your struggling to regain your composure will worsen your condition. I'm afraid I can't take you out of here myself, without being detected. So I'm going to inject you with this highly advanced medpac. It will put you to sleep, but you will awaken back to full strength. Your gear is in this box. Best of luck, Master Varian."

Right before he injected me with the medpac, he moved in closer to release me from the shackles. That was when I noticed the scar on his face. It ran from the edge of his hairline, all the way down to the end of the middle of his cheek. The intensity of the scar I hadn't seen on someone, since my last fight with Darth Sion. And his eyes. His right eye was a natural shade of brown, but his left eye was colored half brown, half blood red, like nothing I had ever seen before. Whoever this man was, the Jedi needed to know about him. And at the least, I needed to find him, or find out about him.

When I came to, I could feel my powers return in full to me. The crate was wide open, as I assumed the stranger would leave it. I hadn't realized until I saw my robes in the crate, that I had been stripped near-completely bare. I put the robes and boots on, and attached my blaster and lightsaber to my belt, then used the camouflage inherit to my Watchmen training to begin sneaking past the remaining Sand People, in the cave. I found the keys to what I correctly believed was a speeder bike, off of Lord Sadic's belt, and also found that his lightsaber was gone. No doubt the Republic's newest pet project took it as a kill confirmation. But I couldn't worry about him now.

It took me a while, to find Sadic's bike. The cave was only part of this base Sadic was using. It was a prison of sorts, for any captives that the tribesmen he had taken as slaves, and it was where they chose to build their village. Sadic had evidently forced them to build a sort of garage, where he kept his speeder bike. When I was sure no one was around to see, I opened the garage door, and fired up the speeder. I blasted out of there, with the Sand People who were closest rushing to the location, and firing at me, in vain. I was long gone before the entire of the tribesmen had a clue what had happened.

I'm glad Revan let me borrow the Ebon Hawk for this mission. It would've been embarrassing for me to have to explain what had happened to the captain of the nearest Republic command post. Instead, I landed down just outside Mos Taike, which was only a five mile walk to where I was ambushed. I abandoning the speeder in front of the Hawk half an hour after my escape.

Now that I'm back aboard the Hawk, and all cleaned up and relaxed I have to think of my next move. On the one hand, the Council needs to know about this development, if I'm the first one to find out about this, at this point. On the other hand, the man rescued me, And I want to know who he is more than anything. Of course, if I search for him, there's the inescapable fact that I have no clear starting point whatsoever.

I cannot come to the conclusion of my next move myself. Perhaps I should go over this with my wife, Brianna. Her wisdom may lead me to the clarity I need.