Author's Note: Greetings. I wrote this a while back, while thinking of Star Wars and what exactly all those other Sith's exploits were. I mean, perhaps there weren't always a Sith in the galaxy all the time, but I was just thinking of Plagueis' master and just basically how futile it must've been if maybe this guy had the power to have known that whatever he did would not achieve anything on the scale of what Sidious would achieve...just a drabble, I suppose. Please leave your comments and such...I never really intended for this to be an actual full length fiction, but it may be something I would want to pursue. Also, this is my first story here at Fanfiction,net, so, um, hi.
The power of foresight is a both a blessing and a curse. To spend half your life thinking you will destroy an order…then learning that is not your destiny? A horrible thing for a Sith to bear. My training, my executions and assassinations, my skirmishes and wars, all of it, never recorded, and never thought of or studied upon by later disciples of the dark side.
I realize now, how arrogant we are. Always thinking in the now, focusing on our own goals and how to further gain power for ourselves. So strong, we thought…so wrong.
Perhaps if our teachings preached the knowledge gained in learning of our past brothers…the outcome of things would have been different. Palpatine would not have lost his empire, Anakin Skywalker would not have lost his battle on Mustafar, and the Sith would forevermore be in control of the galaxy.
However, it is of no consequence. What has been done is in the past, and we will continue as we always have. On an ultimately self-destructive path…running in circles. It is depressing to know that one thousand Sith will make the same foolish mistakes that the previous one thousand did. If there is any hope for the galaxy at all, the Sith and the Jedi need to be exterminated. This is something I finally realize, after all these years. So much strife, so much war, so much death and deceit…all caused by a petty conflict…hundreds of generations of warriors who do not know what it is they fight for. The Sith have become nothing but a mask; a title used by Dark Jedi who crave power. And the Jedi…are fickle beings. They claim want nothing more than peace, and yet to deny passion and emotion is to deny being alive. In the end, I suspect they will become too corrupt…and fall into darkness. In fact I know they will.
This brings us back to foresight. I wonder if another unnamed Dark Lord had this dark gift a thousand years before my time…and saw my own destiny. What would he see, I wonder…that I was the student of a Sith Lord? That I trained an apprentice who died at the hands of his own treacherous pupil? That this pupil went on to take over the galaxy? It pains me to know he would not give my existence a second thought.
What little justice that remains in this galaxy was denied me, and while I did not shove the galaxy into the maw of the Sith, I certainly nudged it enough for another to do so.
I lived a life not worth the time to record. I could see the future before it happened, and thusly knew that neither I nor the one I trained would reclaim the Sith's legacy. I knew exactly what to do so that events would be in motion that would ultimately benefit Palpatine's plans to forge an empire. I died alone, as all things do, and because of my power, managed to retain life after death; a ghost manifested in the Force, which granted me everlasting existence, and the ability to see all that occurred throughout the Clone Wars and the Galactic Civil War…and beyond.
So who am I? What am I? It is irrelevant now…I hardly can hardly remember my titles myself.
My birth name was Pentius. My Sith moniker was Darth Diabolus. I taught the one known as Plagueis, who taught the one known as Sidious. I lived, I died, and I was missed by no one.