Halo vs. Star Wars:
The Story of Darth Dracus
I've always wondered why and how I ended up in this time. Was it that I was that powerful, or just that lucky? I guess it all started when I was born. I am a kiffar, and I always dreamed of great power and even becoming a Sith Lord eventually, much to the dismay of my parents who were two Jedi. Ironically enough, they were murdered by some Sith sometime during the New Sith Wars.
Bane was the one who decided to not end my miserable life then and there. I thought it was simple recruitment, but in my later years, it dawned on me that he was not one to give mercy. I remember him saying that if I was powerful enough, I could become his apprentice in what he only mentioned to me as "The New Dawn of the Sith". Never knew what he was talking about until the Seventh Battle Ruusan.
I was taken prisoner during that battle for something that was to reckless and ignorant for me to even mention. I heard that at the end of the battle, the Sith Lords were stuck in a cave creating the tool of their own destruction. The Jedi's General Hoth decided to charge into the said cave and to make a somewhat long story short; they all ended up dead, and Bane created the "Rule of Two".
I should've known that's what that decisive bantha fodder was up to. I fled to Tattoine and started playing sabbaac at a few of the local cantinas. I became a drunk and started running a cheap shipping company. While packaging a "special" shipment" the client asked me to deliver it myself. I decided it was worth the extra 50,000 credits, and took the job. To this day, I still don't know what exactly was in those boxes, but it caused some turbulence, and half way through the atmosphere, my ship exploded. I woke up in a hospital. The medical droid said it was amazing that I was still alive, and that I later found out that I somehow traveled to the future. Then again, maybe I'm just in a different universe. But what does it even matter anymore? My body was destroyed and I could barely remember my past, and I still don't remember my birth name. It was then that I decided to go by the name of Darth Dracus. I remember how foolish it was to actually think the title Darth meant anything in this universe.
I eventually made my way up the ranks of a fraction of what they called the "Empire". That's when the Rift was discovered. It turned out that another universe was connected with ours by some sort of worm hole or something to that effect, and that they were raging war with my new home. I knew that I couldn't trust any of the recently united "factions" in my universe, so I decided to create my own. I then consulted two other Sith Lords, and that's when the Sith Alliance came into being.