A long, long time ago in a galaxy far, far away...
The rogue Dark Jedi, Klavier Artyom Fett had been headhunted by Mace Windu. The Clone War came and went. Eventually, the Skywalker dynasty brought an end to the Sith and balance to the Force.
But is that truly a good end? How could they actually have brought balance to the Force if there was only good? If our lives were full only of good, how could we appreciate it at all? Wouldn't we become... numb?
A long, long time ago, in a galaxy even further away...
Klavier Artyom Fett was not headhunted by Mace Windu. He became a Mandalorian and fought both the Jedi and the Sith.
His death – or perhaps lack thereof? – made all the difference in the balance of the 'Force'. Indeed, Klavier would go on to do a great many things; from disproving the Midi-Chlorians theory to forging an independent army which the Republic accidentally funded.
This is the catalyst, this exchange of life: that of Mace Windu for Klavier Artyom Fett. And all of this occurred over the existence of a darksaber.
This is how the Mandalorians rose back into their prime, reclaimed that former glory of eons past – but not by the Death Watch's ways, either. No – it was with honor and distinction that this Mandalorian carved out a future for his planet.
This was a story of something big.
Turn the pages of this dark tome, and you will find yourself reaching out for greatness yourself.