Chapter 1: Khameir Sarin
"Wake up you worthless excuse for a Sith," Always the same greeting, always the same person. Khameir woke up to an elderly gentleman, probably around his fifty's or sixty's. "Your training starts in three minutes, since you slept in, NO BREAKFAST." Khameir couldn't remember the last time he had breakfast, only the yelling of his master "NO BREAKFAST" it still rang in his ears as he got up to get ready. "Master I still have one minute, might I try and make some toast." The elderly man looked at him, "if you go more than one minute, you will have to best me in a duel." Khameir quickly pulled out his lightsaber and turned it on and touched two pieces of bread lightly, so he wouldn't burn them. Then he quickly ate them as he powered down his lightsaber. "HA, misuse of a lightsaber in such a creative way. Now I remember why I picked you my boy." Khameir looked at the old man, frightened, he had never complimented him before. "Master, are you all right?" The old man turned around "What, yes of course I'm all right, why wouldn't I be." Khameir looked at the ground, then brought his head up and looked the old man straight in the face "Well it's just that you never compliment me is all." The old man turned around again "Come with me, I have something to show you."
Khameir followed the old man to the training area. He could still remember the first time he walked in here. There was blood everywhere, skeletons lying all over the place, and Khameir was not afraid at all. "Look at me boy how long have we been working, and training, do you know?" Khameir thought for a minute "12 years four months 29 days 48 minutes and 13 seconds, why?" The old man was astonished at the boy's intelligence "Well in eight months two days 12 minutes and 47 seconds, you will become my apprentice. Until then though, you will train harder than ever." Khameir stopped listening, apprentice, that would mean he could finally leave this place. Maybe even return back to his home world of Zabrak, see his mother. "Boy, are you listening to me?" Khameir looked at the old guy, but quickly avoided his glance. "I didn't think so, what I said was that when you become my apprentice you will be tattooed. Heavily tattooed, it will cover all of your body and it will hurt." Khameir looked at the old man dead in the eyes and said "Bring them on."
A little while longer had passed, Khameir had grown a lot in the few months that had passed, but not just physically. His lightsaber skills almost doubled, He could now almost outdo the old man in a duel. His connection with the Force grew and he was able to move bigger and heavier items, even ones from a great distance. His appearance grew, as his horns started to take form and point off at the end. "Master, I think I am almost ready, when will we reveal ourselves to the Jedi." The old man turned "When the time comes, when the time comes." Finally it reached the end of the year, and Khameir was only 24 hours away from becoming an apprentice. "Tomorrow morning you will rise at dawn, we will tattoo you at midday, and at nightfall you must defeat me in a duel to become my apprentice." Khameir said nothing, but simply nodded. The next morning at dawn, Khameir rose to no old man this time. He entered the Training grounds and still couldn't find him. Then finally after hours of looking across almost the entire planet, Khameir found the old man. "Master where are we, and why are we here" as Khameir looked around he got nervous, the entire room was filled with needles. "Come here, and give me your hand" he walked to his master and stuck out his hand." With amazing reflexes the old man grabbed Khameir's hands and legs and shackled him, suspending him from midair. "The tattooing begins now" the old man stuck one of the needles into Khameir's face. Khameir screamed out in terror, and pain, then lost consciousness. When Khameir woke he was back in the training arena, lightsaber in hand. As he looked up, he saw the old man charging at him with his lightsaber drawn "YOU MUST DEFEND YOURSELF, OR DIE." Khameir jumped up and activated his lightsaber, and blocked his master's first attack. The fight drew on for another four hours before Khameir finally dropped out of sheer exhaustion. "Khameir Sarin, tomorrow you wake up a new man" and with that his master walked away.
Khameir woke up the following morning extremely nervous, what if there was another test and he already failed. Regardless he walked to the training arena to see the old man standing there, he acknowledged him with a nod "Master." The old man looked at him "There is a final test to complete, get on." He gestured toward a ship. "Yes master, but may I ask where we are going?" The old man said nothing, but just looked at him. "Yes master" Khameir got on board and took one of the seats in the back. Throughout the entire ride he continued to gaze around, the last time he was on a ship he was three months old. After about a two-hour ride they landed, Khameir didn't see any kind of life anywhere. He wanted to ask his master, but thought against, afraid his master might snap and make him duel again. "Come here boy, I have something for you" Khameir quickly walked over to his master. "Here, it's your new lightsaber, just be careful with it." Khameir looked at him "Why master, I have used a lightsaber before" The old man looked almost offended "not like this one you haven't, turn it on." Khameir turned on his lightsaber, a red blade extended from it "It's the same as usual master." "All the way you idiot, its double sided that's why the hilt is so big." Khameir noticed a second activation button, holding it carefully, he activated the second blade. "Your final test is to master this new lightsaber." Khameir looked at him "Yes master, will we be doing it here" he turned to look at the planet they were on. "Master?" when Khameir turned back around he was gone, along with the ship. "NO MASTER WAIT, I'LL LEARN TO WIELD THIS NEW LIGHTSABER, COME BACK!!" But the old man was long gone, Khameir looked at his lightsaber more and noticed etching in the side. It read "Khameir Siran no more, you are reborn Darth Maul." "Darth Maul, I like it, stupid old man can actually do something right."
Darth Maul, what a strange name, he liked it just thought it was strange. It felt almost symbolic, almost spiritual, almost as if he was destined for this name. Regardless of the name he still had a mission to accomplish, he looked at his lightsaber "Double bladed huh, sounds like fun." Over the next couple days he did the same thing repeatedly, he trained with his new lightsaber. It was actually a lot easier than he thought it was going to be, a lot less involved. With this new lightsaber it was easier to attack, and to win a fight. There were also new moves that you can only do using a double bladed lightsaber.