PROLOGUE


These were the new times, at first Anakin was thought to be the Chosen One, but halfway down his training they received a new portion of the Prophecy.

Six year Sith

Six year Hand

Six year Jedi

A life to continue…

This person, this now eighteen year old boy, Suven Dara, reflected these words, he'd spend six years learning from Sith, then another six years from the Hand, a group of grey Jedi specialized in hand-to-hand combat, and then he was brought to the Jedi Temple.

Now those eighteen years were over, and he was MIA, Missing In Action, after a mission from the Jedi Council in the outer rim, he was captured by separatist forces, the CIS, the Confederacy of Independent Systems.

This sole person, more powerful than Grand Master Yoda, the future Galen Marek, the yet to be discovered Darth Sidious, Anakin Skywalker and Luke Skywalker combined, was to prevent the Galaxy from an disaster that would lead to unimaginable losses.

But he can't do it alone, he needs someone to trust, no master in the Jedi Order dared, afraid to fail, he was always on his own, studying fighting, philosophies and the way of the Jedi, Hand and Sith.

And now he was on his way to the CIS prison on Kashyyyk…

CHAPTER ONE: THE NEW PRISONER


Fay sat in her cell, she had been there since Queyta, as a padawan she'd been captured, and now she lived in prison on Kashyyyk.

A sigh left her mouth and formed a small white cloud in the cold humid cell, again it was cold, it always had been, the prison bordered the great sea of Okhrachrrwaa and in the evening and morning the fog that appeared made it all worse, and now it was evening and the fog was worse than ever.

"You'd think being killed by Grievous would be a bad thing, if I just weren't a 'political' prisoner…" she mumbled agitated, her knees folded and her arms around her legs.

A Trandoshan passed by the cell and looked at her, he made a sound that looked like a mocking hiss and moved along the walkway.

Fay's boots were covered with mud, by daytime the prisoners worked on the wooden palisade, and her as a 'political' prisoner was no exception, she hated doing it, it meant she was helping the enemy, and of course it wouldn't stop the republics tanks but it would slow them down.

Her light-brown robes were dirty, she'd been digging in the mud all day long, her hands were red from the cuts made by the splinters of wood and small stones, one of the cuts was bleeding a bit, it didn't bother Fay anymore, at first it had, but she had been there longer than she cared to remember.

Another Trandoshan passed her cell, he stopped and apparently waited for something to happen.

Curiosity entered the list of what she felt now, carefully she bended forward to see what was going on, more people were coming, and more prisoners showed their faces to see what was going on, the only ones that entered the prisons were guards or an occasional overseer, more like interrogator, Fay thought with a grim face.

A sound of clanking feet, hard steps, metal to metal, a big heavy droid, Grievous, what's he doing here? Her senses hadn't failed her, it was him.

The tall posture of the cyborg general stopped before her cell and growled "Open the cell, now!" the Trandoshan hasted toward the controls to release the force-field.

Fay's thoughts were running wild what? me? After all the time I've been here? Well, at least I'll die… she tried to cheer herself up.

But Grievous didn't enter the cell, he just looked at the walkway with his green reptilian eyes until a group of B1 battle droids came in, clumsy and complaining as always.

They stopped in front of the cell and saluted to Grievous "Fools, you did that already five seconds ago!" "But sir-" the battle droid stopped the sentence "Throw the prisoner in there already, it's a shame I couldn't kill him, get moving!" he pushed the droid to the prisoner and growled.

Two droids escorted a young man into the cell and pushed him when they turned back as if they still had to throw him in "The binders, you idiots!" the droids quickly returned to the man and relieved him of his binders "Right away, general,".

The force-field turned on after the droids had reached the walkway, Grievous shook his skull-like head, and walked away to the exit, after quickly gazing at the clumsy droids who exited the other way.


Then it was silent, the Trandoshan had left with the droids and the prisoners had returned to the back of their cells.

Fay took a look at the man, he was just a bit taller than her, he had brown hair and bluish green eyes.

His robes were black, almost Sith-like, but the friendly eyes looking at her were definitely not Sith, they were compassionate and caring, warm.

He had a troubled face, a bit of dirt on his forehead which he wiped of with the back of his hand, and then he put up a friendlier face "Hey, I'm Suven Dara." Fay looked at him without noticing.

"Eh, hey, I'm Fay, also a Jedi, well, padawan…" she looked at the ground of the cell, the muddy soil.

"I still can't believe he didn't kill me," he whispered and sat down next to Fay "I'm sorry, I'm not very familiar with fieldwork…" Fay turned her head towards the ground after having watched him surprised "How so?" she touched the padawan braid that went from a few centimeters above her forehead to almost the same height above her left ear.

"I was kept at the Jedi temple for training all the time,… I'm almost afraid to ask, how'd you end up here?" she looked up to the force-shield and tried to remember the events "I was with the Jedi that went to Queyta for the antidote, right before the factory blew I helped Master Kenobi escape but I couldn't escape because Ventress got me and here I am, I have been here longer than I care to think of…".

Now Suven seemed sorry he'd asked when he saw a tear run free over Fay's pale cheek "I'm sorry I asked," "Don't, it's actually kinda good to hear someone speak basic instead of Shyriiwook or Trandoshan," "Really?, you must've been here for a long time than, ever looked for an escape route?" she smiled "Only a thousand times, too much doors to slice-hell, I can barely manage one," Suven put up a tranquil smile and blinked "Well, security shouldn't be that much of a problem, if I can manage this time…" the last part was more said to himself than to Fay.

"Manage what?" "Oh,… nothing…" he was sad when he said it, like it wasn't something he liked to do, maybe you should rest first, it's night and I reckon the droids weren't too friendly to you…

"We should probably go to sleep, it's hard working here, and you probably haven't been treated to well today either," "Oh, don't worry about me, thank you anyway, but I'll manage myself." As have I always had to do, stop it, don't take that out on her…

"Goodnight, Fay," she smiled without noticing "Goodnight, Suven," she turned away from him and closed her eyes.

Suven gazed at her for a while, her light-brown face, her brown lips, her blond hair and the way she wore her braid distracted him, attachment leads to the dark side, wait, was he attached to her?, he just met her.

With a tired sigh he closed his eyes and tried to cleanse his mind of those thoughts, but memories of his time with the Sith surfaced attachment leads to mercy, and mercy drives you away from the hatred needed for your true power, he'd done all the things they asked without hatred at all, attachment is a natural feeling, you should explore it, not deny it, like Sith and Jedi think, whatever the reason, if it turns out good, then it is right, if not, continue life, don't dwell on it more than you can handle, yes, this was true, the grey Jedi way had felt more comfortable to him, there were restrictions, but you had to make them yourself, because you know how far you can go.