THE DARK GENESIS
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters. They all belong to Mr. Lucas or some division of Lucas books. The literary events in this piece are completely fictional; any resemblance to any event or any person living or dead is purely coincidental. All literary characters in this piece are trained professionals anything they do should not be attempted at home or otherwise.
All celebrity voices are imitated. The views of this piece in no way reflect the views of Lucasfilm LTD or Scholastic books or any other living human on earth for that matter, including the author. It is the author's opinion that he is now covered in the case that some one had the desire to sue him. However, in case someone finds something offensive or illegal that the author has not covered in this disclaimer the author would like to relay this message to them: The author is a nobody, you will get nothing from him, he doesn't even own the computer that he used to post this.
The author is not worth your time; he is just a loser who writes fan fiction to escape the pathetacisim of his life. Furthermore, it is the author's opinion that it will be a cold day in Hell before anyone would enjoy, review or even read this. That having been said, enjoy!
P.S. The author would like to deeply apologize to any one without a sense of humor for having wasted a piece of their life by making them read the above disclaimer. Said disclaimer was seventy percent humorous and that was probably lost on some of you.
CHAPTER 1: THE MADNESS OF VON-DIL
It was widely known throughout the fledgling Jedi Temple that something was wrong with Master Von-Dil. He hadn't seemed the same since he had begun his investigation of a mysterious holocron. He was among the most revered Jedi, he was also one of the wisest and to his fellow council members he had always been known as the most pure of heart.
Lately, however he kept to himself. He locked himself in his quarters and ordered any who knocked to go away. The few times he was seen wandering the halls, he was typically mumbling something to himself and cowering from the very air around him. Something had changed his demeanor. Finally, the Council would let it go no further. They sent two Padawans to bring him his evening meal as they did every night. This time however, the two were ordered to get into his quarters by any means necessary.
The two walked down the hall together, one carrying the tray of food, the other merely there as company. The one holding the tray was a twenty- two year old human male with a large frame and fiery red hair; his name was Telon Kilnu. The other Padawan was an eighteen year old Twi'lek female named Occala Nu.
These Padawans had been friends for as long as they could remember. Though there was a difference in age, they were typically in the same force- mastery classes as children because Occala had a great handle of the force and was moved into a higher age group.
The pair had volunteered to take Master Von-Dil his evening meal; rather, Occala had volunteered the two of them. Telon didn't necessarily want to be taking Master Von-Dil his evening meal, he'd much rather be enjoying his own evening meal in the dining hall; but he couldn't say no to Occala, or half the Council for that matter, so he went.
This wasn't the first random task Occala had volunteered them for, nor would it be the last. In fact Occala did this fairly regularly. She had gained a reputation among several other padawans as being a bit of a kiss-up. As one of her closest friends, Telon knew she was merely ambitious and eager to help. She also had a tendency to need to please people, and she usually answered questions in class, not because of her desire to kiss-up but rather because of her obsessive desire to be right.
The two walked down the hall of the Temple toward the Tower-four turbolift, which would take them to Von-Dil's quarters. They were completely silent, until the tray-less one spoke up.
"What's wrong Telon?" Occala asked sincerely.
"Nothing." Telon said in his best fake-normal voice.
"You're a terrible liar." Occala reminded him.
"You know, whenever somebody says that to somebody else they say it like it's an insult. I on the other hand take it as a compliment. It's like saying I'm bad at something bad; which is good." Telon said trying to sidestep the issue.
"I see your Force-Philosophies class is paying off." Occala joked. "But seriously, what's wrong? Is it really all that bad to be taking Von- Dil this tray?" Occala asked as the two boarded the turbo lift.
"Don't you feel that? That disturbance?" Telon said, suddenly serious.
"Oh, that. That feeling is normal for those who go to Tower-four. Most everyone thinks it's because of Von-Dil's investigation. They say Muergoth's holocron is evil." Occala explained.
"Those are just rumors. Master Muergoth's experiments are legendary. He's the reason we know how to call objects to us of how to do mind- tricks." Telon reminded.
"Those mind-tricks are overrated; they only work on the weak minded." Occala scoffed.
"Yes well unfortunately I know far too many beings it would work on." Telon joked. "But I digress; my point is that beings shouldn't jump to conclusions, least of al Jedi. Master Muergoth has done so much for the order; we shouldn't be so judgmental about his latest experiment."
"I don't know." Occala said as the turbolift stopped and they stepped out. "This thing he calls the 'darkside' makes me uneasy. I mean he tried to overthrow the council, kill them in fact. Muergoth is the first Jedi in the history of the order to be detained and tried for crimes."
"I'm not saying he did the right things or that he's a good guy. I just think we shouldn't talk about this 'darkside' until we know more about it. I mean it could be brilliant." Telon said.
"Maybe." Occala confessed as they stopped in front of the door to Von-Dil's quarters.
"Master Von-Dil?" Occala said while rapping on the door.
There was only silence.
"Master Von-Dil?!" She said both knocking and speaking louder.
Still, naught but silence.
"They said to break in if we had to." Telon reminded her.
"All right." Occala sighed. She unhooked her lightsaber from her belt, unraveled its cord to give it slack, switched on its battery pack then ignited the weapon. In a quick flash of blue the door's lock was sliced open. Occala switched off her weapon and pushed the door open with her free hand.
"Master Von-Dil?" She said timidly as she stepped into the darkness of the drafty room. She flicked the switch on the wall that controlled the overhead lamps. The soft, florescent light flooded the small room, revealing the secrets the darkness had hidden.
Occala screamed when she looked to the north wall. Telon rushed in to see why. Immediately he looked to the north wall and dropped the tray in shock. Master Von-Dil lay dead with a large gash across his left arm. In his right hand was a small stick with a blood-soaked tip. On the wall was a message written in blood.
It read:
The light is failing
Soon darkness will fall
Jedi power is waning
The Darkside shall rule all
"I'll get help!" Occala squealed and ran out of the room and down the hall as fast as she could.
Telon just stood there in disbelief, he was completely petrified. Von-Dil had been one of his favorite instructors at the temple. The truth was Von-Dil had not been the same since he had begun his investigation of Muergoth's darkside. Maybe Occala was right, it drove Von-Dil to kill himself and it drove Muergoth himself to try to kill the council, perhaps this 'darkside' was in fact evil.
Telon jumped when he heard a faint cackle coming from under the bed. Perhaps Von-Dil's death was no suicide, perhaps his killer was under his bed. Telon unhooked his lightsaber, unraveled its cord, switched on its battery pack and placed his thumb near the ignition switch.
In one fluid motion, he dropped to the floor, ignited his lightsaber and thrust the blade beneath the bed. In the soft glowing blue light he saw nothing more than a small pyramid shaped holocron and a tiny black crystal. He switched off his lightsaber and reached for the objects.
As soon as he picked up the holocron he had a sick feeling in his stomach. His muscles felt weak, but his heart was beating rapidly. Being a curious young person, he tried to open it. He couldn't. He then picked up the small crystal; it was cylindrical and surprisingly heavy for its size. It also felt cold as if it were a glacier condensed into this tiny gem.
He took the crystal and inserted it into a tiny nook in the back of the holocron. In an instant, it sent a shock wave through young Telon's body. It probed the deepest reaches of his mind until it revealed to him in a brilliant flash of light, a vision.
In the vision he was ruler of the entire galaxy, he was feared and respected. Telon was intrigued by this part of the vision because he was rarely respected. He was a great and terrible ruler the Jedi threw themselves at his feet and the very stars shifted on his whim.
Then as quickly as it had come upon him, it left. The holocron snapped shut and the small crystal fell out onto the floor. Telon sat on his knees holding the holocron when Occala returned with Master Sarla, a council member.
"Force bless me!" The Jedi Master said. "We should have seen this coming. Telon, Occala, can I count on your discretion for the time being?"
"Of course." Occala responded.
Telon remained silent; he just sat there and stared at the object in his hand.
"Telon!" Occala called
"Yes?" He said, snapping out of his daze.
"What is that thing?" Occala asked indicating the holocron.
"That is Muergoth's holocron." The council member answered before Telon could say a word. "I'll take that."
Master Sarla grabbed it from Telon. "You didn't open it did you?" She asked with a hint of fear in her voice.
"No, of course not." Telon lied.
"Good. You two should get to the dining hall. We don't want the other padawans suspicious. We will let them know in good time but first I must inform the rest of the council." Master Sarla said as she headed for the door. As soon as she got there she turned briefly and said: "I'm sorry you two had to see this." Then she left holocron in hand.
Telon stood but as he did he scooped up the crystal from the floor and nonchalantly put it in his pocket.
"We should get to the dining hall." He said
"Yeah." Occala agreed and as the two friends headed to the dining hall together Telon could feel the crystal through his clothes, freezing his leg.
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters. They all belong to Mr. Lucas or some division of Lucas books. The literary events in this piece are completely fictional; any resemblance to any event or any person living or dead is purely coincidental. All literary characters in this piece are trained professionals anything they do should not be attempted at home or otherwise.
All celebrity voices are imitated. The views of this piece in no way reflect the views of Lucasfilm LTD or Scholastic books or any other living human on earth for that matter, including the author. It is the author's opinion that he is now covered in the case that some one had the desire to sue him. However, in case someone finds something offensive or illegal that the author has not covered in this disclaimer the author would like to relay this message to them: The author is a nobody, you will get nothing from him, he doesn't even own the computer that he used to post this.
The author is not worth your time; he is just a loser who writes fan fiction to escape the pathetacisim of his life. Furthermore, it is the author's opinion that it will be a cold day in Hell before anyone would enjoy, review or even read this. That having been said, enjoy!
P.S. The author would like to deeply apologize to any one without a sense of humor for having wasted a piece of their life by making them read the above disclaimer. Said disclaimer was seventy percent humorous and that was probably lost on some of you.
CHAPTER 1: THE MADNESS OF VON-DIL
It was widely known throughout the fledgling Jedi Temple that something was wrong with Master Von-Dil. He hadn't seemed the same since he had begun his investigation of a mysterious holocron. He was among the most revered Jedi, he was also one of the wisest and to his fellow council members he had always been known as the most pure of heart.
Lately, however he kept to himself. He locked himself in his quarters and ordered any who knocked to go away. The few times he was seen wandering the halls, he was typically mumbling something to himself and cowering from the very air around him. Something had changed his demeanor. Finally, the Council would let it go no further. They sent two Padawans to bring him his evening meal as they did every night. This time however, the two were ordered to get into his quarters by any means necessary.
The two walked down the hall together, one carrying the tray of food, the other merely there as company. The one holding the tray was a twenty- two year old human male with a large frame and fiery red hair; his name was Telon Kilnu. The other Padawan was an eighteen year old Twi'lek female named Occala Nu.
These Padawans had been friends for as long as they could remember. Though there was a difference in age, they were typically in the same force- mastery classes as children because Occala had a great handle of the force and was moved into a higher age group.
The pair had volunteered to take Master Von-Dil his evening meal; rather, Occala had volunteered the two of them. Telon didn't necessarily want to be taking Master Von-Dil his evening meal, he'd much rather be enjoying his own evening meal in the dining hall; but he couldn't say no to Occala, or half the Council for that matter, so he went.
This wasn't the first random task Occala had volunteered them for, nor would it be the last. In fact Occala did this fairly regularly. She had gained a reputation among several other padawans as being a bit of a kiss-up. As one of her closest friends, Telon knew she was merely ambitious and eager to help. She also had a tendency to need to please people, and she usually answered questions in class, not because of her desire to kiss-up but rather because of her obsessive desire to be right.
The two walked down the hall of the Temple toward the Tower-four turbolift, which would take them to Von-Dil's quarters. They were completely silent, until the tray-less one spoke up.
"What's wrong Telon?" Occala asked sincerely.
"Nothing." Telon said in his best fake-normal voice.
"You're a terrible liar." Occala reminded him.
"You know, whenever somebody says that to somebody else they say it like it's an insult. I on the other hand take it as a compliment. It's like saying I'm bad at something bad; which is good." Telon said trying to sidestep the issue.
"I see your Force-Philosophies class is paying off." Occala joked. "But seriously, what's wrong? Is it really all that bad to be taking Von- Dil this tray?" Occala asked as the two boarded the turbo lift.
"Don't you feel that? That disturbance?" Telon said, suddenly serious.
"Oh, that. That feeling is normal for those who go to Tower-four. Most everyone thinks it's because of Von-Dil's investigation. They say Muergoth's holocron is evil." Occala explained.
"Those are just rumors. Master Muergoth's experiments are legendary. He's the reason we know how to call objects to us of how to do mind- tricks." Telon reminded.
"Those mind-tricks are overrated; they only work on the weak minded." Occala scoffed.
"Yes well unfortunately I know far too many beings it would work on." Telon joked. "But I digress; my point is that beings shouldn't jump to conclusions, least of al Jedi. Master Muergoth has done so much for the order; we shouldn't be so judgmental about his latest experiment."
"I don't know." Occala said as the turbolift stopped and they stepped out. "This thing he calls the 'darkside' makes me uneasy. I mean he tried to overthrow the council, kill them in fact. Muergoth is the first Jedi in the history of the order to be detained and tried for crimes."
"I'm not saying he did the right things or that he's a good guy. I just think we shouldn't talk about this 'darkside' until we know more about it. I mean it could be brilliant." Telon said.
"Maybe." Occala confessed as they stopped in front of the door to Von-Dil's quarters.
"Master Von-Dil?" Occala said while rapping on the door.
There was only silence.
"Master Von-Dil?!" She said both knocking and speaking louder.
Still, naught but silence.
"They said to break in if we had to." Telon reminded her.
"All right." Occala sighed. She unhooked her lightsaber from her belt, unraveled its cord to give it slack, switched on its battery pack then ignited the weapon. In a quick flash of blue the door's lock was sliced open. Occala switched off her weapon and pushed the door open with her free hand.
"Master Von-Dil?" She said timidly as she stepped into the darkness of the drafty room. She flicked the switch on the wall that controlled the overhead lamps. The soft, florescent light flooded the small room, revealing the secrets the darkness had hidden.
Occala screamed when she looked to the north wall. Telon rushed in to see why. Immediately he looked to the north wall and dropped the tray in shock. Master Von-Dil lay dead with a large gash across his left arm. In his right hand was a small stick with a blood-soaked tip. On the wall was a message written in blood.
It read:
The light is failing
Soon darkness will fall
Jedi power is waning
The Darkside shall rule all
"I'll get help!" Occala squealed and ran out of the room and down the hall as fast as she could.
Telon just stood there in disbelief, he was completely petrified. Von-Dil had been one of his favorite instructors at the temple. The truth was Von-Dil had not been the same since he had begun his investigation of Muergoth's darkside. Maybe Occala was right, it drove Von-Dil to kill himself and it drove Muergoth himself to try to kill the council, perhaps this 'darkside' was in fact evil.
Telon jumped when he heard a faint cackle coming from under the bed. Perhaps Von-Dil's death was no suicide, perhaps his killer was under his bed. Telon unhooked his lightsaber, unraveled its cord, switched on its battery pack and placed his thumb near the ignition switch.
In one fluid motion, he dropped to the floor, ignited his lightsaber and thrust the blade beneath the bed. In the soft glowing blue light he saw nothing more than a small pyramid shaped holocron and a tiny black crystal. He switched off his lightsaber and reached for the objects.
As soon as he picked up the holocron he had a sick feeling in his stomach. His muscles felt weak, but his heart was beating rapidly. Being a curious young person, he tried to open it. He couldn't. He then picked up the small crystal; it was cylindrical and surprisingly heavy for its size. It also felt cold as if it were a glacier condensed into this tiny gem.
He took the crystal and inserted it into a tiny nook in the back of the holocron. In an instant, it sent a shock wave through young Telon's body. It probed the deepest reaches of his mind until it revealed to him in a brilliant flash of light, a vision.
In the vision he was ruler of the entire galaxy, he was feared and respected. Telon was intrigued by this part of the vision because he was rarely respected. He was a great and terrible ruler the Jedi threw themselves at his feet and the very stars shifted on his whim.
Then as quickly as it had come upon him, it left. The holocron snapped shut and the small crystal fell out onto the floor. Telon sat on his knees holding the holocron when Occala returned with Master Sarla, a council member.
"Force bless me!" The Jedi Master said. "We should have seen this coming. Telon, Occala, can I count on your discretion for the time being?"
"Of course." Occala responded.
Telon remained silent; he just sat there and stared at the object in his hand.
"Telon!" Occala called
"Yes?" He said, snapping out of his daze.
"What is that thing?" Occala asked indicating the holocron.
"That is Muergoth's holocron." The council member answered before Telon could say a word. "I'll take that."
Master Sarla grabbed it from Telon. "You didn't open it did you?" She asked with a hint of fear in her voice.
"No, of course not." Telon lied.
"Good. You two should get to the dining hall. We don't want the other padawans suspicious. We will let them know in good time but first I must inform the rest of the council." Master Sarla said as she headed for the door. As soon as she got there she turned briefly and said: "I'm sorry you two had to see this." Then she left holocron in hand.
Telon stood but as he did he scooped up the crystal from the floor and nonchalantly put it in his pocket.
"We should get to the dining hall." He said
"Yeah." Occala agreed and as the two friends headed to the dining hall together Telon could feel the crystal through his clothes, freezing his leg.