(Note: This is a Star Wars-based story with elements of other media in it. However, this does not make it a crossover.)
Fein Fawkes Surgen was a strange boy at a young age. Preferring to play with the lizards in the street than with his own fellow humans, or play with fantasy imagination adventures with other anthros, rather than with other boys his age. He lived on an Earth-like planet, Terrel, that had a Jim Crow-like state of living with anthros: it was a repeat of Earth, minus the slavery and the civil war more-so a huge political war, as well as a brutal 7-year rebellion by the new species. Despite the obvious, things were well hidden about how anthros were made.
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"Why does my arm tickle when the thing touches me?"
The young boy asked the scientist with innocent eyes, and with a face that spelled out innocence. The innocent eyes, of course, but also round cheeks, fuzzy unkempt red hair, and a look that could melt steel.
"Because your body likes it, of course :3" Alph like the child. Alph was in his mid-thirties, and worked in the Creation portion of his scientific workplace. APTITUDE was a product of APERTURE labs, and was focused on creating advances to mankind. They were currently trying to create a more intelligent species of animals with higher traits than humans could muster. Purity, Intellect, Strength, and Security (PISS as an acronym. That was unintentional.). The young boy was to donate human DNA as part of the experiment, which would therefore (hopefully) go into creating the Raven and the Phoenix: Intellect and Purity, respectively. A young girl would donate her DNA to the other two for Strength and Security, a bear and a Komodo dragon, respectively, but their chromosomes determining gender would be intermixed for, essentially, a random chance.
Alph loved his job, of creating new life from parts of others, and being an orchestrator of what could be the greatest breakthrough of life since Edison was born. He thought that the kids were great, too. They didn't really complain, and were cooperative, but their parents weren't pleased that some "socialist whackjob" were making their kids very tired after the experiments. Alph didn't mind the complaints, it was good for the kids to get rest, but was concerned they might develop narcolepsy if the tests went on too long.
Alph took the transfusion to the vials, nearly done for the day. Seems the kid was too, already drifting off. Alph snapped his fingers, and the young child sat up straight.
"Just one more, ok, little buddy?"
He took one more transfusion, from the kid's temple. This one detracted the most minimal amount of DNA from his brain, leaving it intact, and unharmed. But this was clearly too much for the boy's body to handle, and he fell asleep within 5 seconds. Alph took the transfusion back and laid it with the rest, before picking up the boy and carrying him to the resting area. The girl wasn't there, so Peyla must've still been busy with her. Alph heads back to his lab and began mixing the concoctions.
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One day, about a month after this, the deal was done. They had created life, and it was making the news as much money as the facility itself. APTITUDE donated half of all earnings to charity, 15% to APERTURE, and the rest was saved for themselves. However, something strange was noticed in the blood of the animals with Fein's DNA...it was filled with a strange bacteria (midichlorians, but they don't cause force user's abilities to use the force. Not in my town, they just enhance the power of the force used. Reasonable enough.), and on investigation, they found the boy had an exceptionally high amount of this bacteria, unseen by scientists. These tiny bacteria were harmless but numerous, and seemed most active in his motor limbs: his arms and legs, to be precise. The girl also had a strange sort of bacteria as well, different from the young boy's but similar in shape.
The girl did not survive the war. Both the children had demonstrated exceptional abilities, being able to move objects with their mind and being exceptionally agile. However, the girl seemed to have a sunnier disposition with a love for her fellow species, while even at a young age the boy was cynical and cared more for anthros. The Jim Crow-like state didn't apply to hybrids, but the discrimination was there. He wasn't one of those that discriminated against anyone, yet he had always known it was there. During the rebellion, a group of shadowy anthros in particular had assaulted suburban area, and the girl, aged 11, was slaughtered at the hands of these people. The boy, Fein, was elsewhere, but it was assaulted by self- proclaimed "Peacekeepers", who arrested (forcefully bound) all humans, except him. This is known for while his parents had been taken, when they went back in, dazzling light was seen from outside, and the team didn't come out. Another went in. More light. More silence. When a squad of more powerful went in, a blast of red light and sharp crackling was heard.
Finally, one small squad went to the back and looked into a window. All they saw was a teenager sitting on a bed, holding what looked like a blade handle, and a few burn marks near the edges of the doorway, which was ajar. They decided to sneak in through an underground passageway, and there they found their colleagues, burnt and/or electrocuted. They threw something in front of the doorway they were near, and lightning blew it apart. They made the simple connection, and decided to exit the home: it wasn't worth their lives. They later, when reinforcements arrived, sent out someone with similar abilities: a raven. Upon seeing the bird anthro, however, he did not respond with an attack. Rather, he shook his head, and was heard muttering "flesh and blood to a fault.", before surrendering. However, on the way to the Rebel Anthro Court…
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"Who are you?"
The human doesn't respond. He had a look of disdain on his face as he was in the back of a stolen police car, handcuffed. He had a few strands of visible hair that were blazingly bright red, but most of his hair was hidden by a strange cloak he was wearing. He had a few permanently visible scars along his nose and left cheek, as well as a grim expression and hateful eyes with a strange iridescent quality...it seemed to change from red and orange to blue and grey, and so on. The Raven repeated the question.
"My name is not important. My fate to your rebellion is. I appreciate your kind, but not what you're doing. So now I'm rebelling, and quite personally, might I add, to answering a question I find trivial." It didn't feel right. Fein knew whom it was. And he knew what The Raven had done to him, a few years ago, that was erased from his mind, but not the boy's mind. It was attempted, but he had an iron will enforced by a wall of steady resistance.
"You don't have to be rude about it…" The raven responded.
"You say that like it's not ironic." The conversation ends at the human's retort. His hands were behind his back, although he was no longer in need to remove his handcuffs: they didn't stand up to the power of the Force. Luckily, his conversation distracted the sound of their unlocking. He was sitting in the car, malice in his mind driving his motivations, as he felt dozens of connections to the force die out, including the ones that connected him to his parents. However, ever-callous, he didn't care. Malice had taken over, and he didn't want anything but to use it for a very good cause.
As the car neared what Fein assumed was the rebel base, he sensed a powerful presence nearby. One with a strong connection to the force. This is the time he acted.
"I'm afraid I must depart now. Good day."
The raven and the driver, a cat, looked to him as he blew the roof off the back of the car where he sat, electricity crackling, and he jumped out, hitting the ground hard, while the car spun to turn around. He flicked his wrist, sending the car tumbling down the road further, and he was satisfied. He walked towards the force of the energy, wiping off the blood from a few scrapes after jumping out a car next to jagged metal.
It was a building that had been long abandoned, a building over 200 years old, that originally smelted metals and crafted special metals made for building and artistic uses. It was made of bricks to contrast the internal products and was lined with decay, the mortar holding the bricks together cracked. The insides were empty, aside from forgotten machinery and remnants of the past: rare metals, tipped crates from a few looted metals that were worth much more than the regular credits, and a few crystals meant to be used for coloring. It was dirty, musty, and filled with small rats and other creatures, but it housed a presence far greater than anything that is or had currently existed. It built itself to be stronger as Fein walked in further, and was at a pinnacle when he was in one of the factory floors, the main one he assumed, simply from size alike. Suddenly, he felt himself drop to a knee, one hand rested on the knee that remained up, the other to the floor to brake his sudden descent to the ground, and he felt the force finally bubble info clarity. He looked up.
He saw a tall male walk slowly into the area. He had a black cloak on that started at his shoulder and ended at his knees, held up by a chain across the man's chest, and it didn't hide the chest the man had: one covered by cybernetic black material, sleek and in a very translucent manner, a few symbols seen. The man was old, shown by greying hair that was combed to the front, in the style of a Sith Lord. Fawkes had seen it before: Darth Tyrannus once sported a similar hairstyle. His mouth and chin couldn't be seen, instead hidden by a white mask with a snarling smile as a design for it, his eyes were black and beady, with a stoic aura to him and his face in specific. He held both hands behind his back, and had a distinct sound when he walked: like if clanking metal was set on rubber floors. Possibly from the large boots the man wore that seemed a bit too big for him? Whatever the purpose, the man's skin was visibly pale, yet it wasn't wrinkled, not all the way.
"I see. You've found entrance to my location." The man says. He walks closer to Fawkes, who watches with bewilderment. "You must be confused, which I understand. I am Yin Sept, but you may call me Darth Gredion. Who might you be? I do not sense the light side not the dark in you."
"I am an orphan and a seeker of vengeance, to avenge the deaths of my parents and the injustices I have been served." Fawkes responds with a low and scratchy voice.
The voice of Gredion is imperious and deep, perhaps he's been in a position of authority before. "I can sense your anger, your hatred for those you used to consider friends...and a possible hint of fear? I do believe you are emotionally prepared to become a Sith, and I sense the powers you used to get here. However, you have much training to do until you are truly ready to be a Sith Lord, such as I. You need a title. I do believe Darth Deceitus would suit one with a mindset like you, hm?"
And in those words from the Sith Lord, the apprentice had become a true ally to the older man, one he could most likely count on in case of attack...his plans couldn't continue without an apprentice. And now he had one more powerful than nearly any other.