Disclaimer: I don't own Star wars or any related material of George Lucas'. I do, however, own my version of the Jedi Exile, and lay claim to his name.
Oh yeh, this story follows an AU which I have dreamed up. It doesn't exactly follow Canon, so be warned.
The Trayus Core was cold, and deathly silent. No sound came from anything in or around the Core. The claw-like alter of the Core housed one man, clad in black robes, a face disfigured by anger and hate, standing over the body of an old woman.
The ultimate manipulator… no more.
The man raised his right hand over the woman's limp body, and spread his fingers open. The woman's body shot across the ground of the alter, and fell over the edge into a geyser of dark-side energy. The man walked slowly towards the edge of the alter, every footstep he took echoing around the Core.
His eyes burned with anger as he walked from the centre of the alter to the edge, his mind thinking about all the manipulations that 'Kreia' had orchestrated since meeting her on the mining facility of Peragus II. All of his actions since meeting her had changed him in many ways. He was no longer an exiled Jedi, nor was he a member of the Sith. He had thought about what he was… a very powerful Dark Force user.
The former exile reached the edge of the alter and looked down into the planet of Malachor V. Green mist was all that could be seen under the alter, and a small speck of black that was Kreia, falling into the heart of the planet. He watched with malice in his eyes as her body disappeared from view, never to be seen again.
The geyser of energy suddenly began to churn, spitting out bolts of dark energy, which flared up past the former exile and began to dance around the claw-shaped pillars of the alter. The energy generated a gale-force wind, which blew around him, his robes fluttering about behind him, his short, black hair not affected by it. He grinned softly; his former master was gone, forever.
The surging energy began to dissipate, flowing back into the geyser. His revenge was now complete. He had done all he had hoped to achieve. He turned around, grinning still. He walked back to the centre of the alter, and sat down on the large red circle in the middle of the alter. He closed his eyes, and began to meditate.
Images flashed in his head, images that he had been witness to days before. He could see the deaths of the Masters who exiled him; Vrook, Kavar, Ell and Atris. All the images he witnessed were of his silver blade piercing through the former Jedi, their bodies falling down before his feet. Never in his life had he felt anger like he had when he killed them all. His anger was fuelled even more when he discovered Lona Vash had been killed before he could get to her.
The Jedi Order was no more. The Republic was on the verge of collapse. He was almost satisfied with his accomplishments. Almost.
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He didn't know how long he had meditated for, but he knew for sure that it was a very long time. His thoughts were disturbed by the presence of familiar people.
He opened his eyes and saw Brianna, his Disciple, kneeling in front of him. Her features had changed dramatically since she had joined his party after departing Telos IV. Her short, white hair, which was an Echani trait, was black, and her pale skin was slightly tanned from exposure to the suns of the various worlds they had travelled to. Her eyes were cold, and the dark side was present in her. He noted that she wore battle armour which hugged her figure, making her a sexy, but dangerous opponent.
On her right was Atton Rand, the man who had helped Kreia and himself escape Peragus. His face was grey, and a large amount of stubble made him look older than he did weeks before. His hair was greying as he immersed himself in the dark side of the Force since joining the exile. He wore garments of a Sith, black robes and had the hood up.
"Master, we found you," Brianna said, bowing her head. She looked up and stared into her masters eyes. They were steel grey, cold and evil. Although she travelled with him, she feared him. She feared all that he had become since he was consumed by vengeance. But out of her fear, she loved him. Before his vengeance had consumed him, she fell for him. And now, her lust for him was growing.
"You disturb my meditation," he replied sternly, closing his eyes again. Brianna turned to face Atton, who bowed his head to speak.
"We deeply apologise Master, but we wished to seek you out after you left the Ebon Hawk!" he explained.
"And you have found me. Now leave me be!" the exile demanded.
"But master…" Brianna interjected.
"Explore the Academy. I sense survivors. Offer them to pledge allegiance. If they refuse… kill them!" the exile ordered.
Brianna and Atton bowed their heads and stood up. They turned and faced the bridge that led into the Academy. They walked off, the exile eyeing them as they entered the Academy.
He could feel their anger, their hatred and malice, all because of his influence hanging over them. They had mirrored every decision he had made over the course of the three month journey. But he didn't have complete control over them. His bond with them had its limits apparently.
Kreia had taught the exile much over the journey. It was because of her that his re-connection to the Force sent him down a path of evil. Her manipulations had reminded him of his loss of the Force, and as such, his anger at the JedI Council for exiling him.
However, he immediately stopped thinking of the past, and concentrated on the future.
What was he to do now?
First, he would have to change his name. He knew it was customary for JedI, who had fallen to the dark-side to change their names, a custom which he was going to follow.
Galak Kahl… a name which would be discarded into the Core of a dead planet, and from it, a new name, and a new threat would emerge into the galaxy.
Hi! This is the first story I have written, and I hope I have done a good job at it. If you read, and liked, I'd like to hear your views. I plan on having ten chapters or so, and if the stories liked, I'll possibly add more or start a new story. In the meantime, thanks for reading.