All right, so I started an Overlord fic a short while ago, which I will be continuing. However, Star Wars is a topic I know reasonably well, far better than Overlord. Added with my love of all things Dark Side it was a no-brainer that I would write one. This is only my second fic, so any feedback is welcome.
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Disclaimer: I to the shock of many do not own Star Wars nor do I claim to. That right belongs to Disney. This is purely a FAN FICTION written by a fan for the fans.
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"Your lack of faith is disturbing" – Normal Speech
'Two there should be; no more, no less. One to embody power, the other to crave it.' - Thoughts, flashbacks, and visions
'Its a trap!' - thoughts within a flashback or vision
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602 BBY
A tall cloaked figure calmly strode through the bustling streets of Coruscant, weaving through the crowded marketplace with graceful ease. Spying with his sulfur yellow eyes through the reflection of a nearby window, the rugged Twi'lek man who had been poorly tailing him since exiting the spaceport, the man's eyes spoke of greed and desperation. He turned away to seek out a deserted back street to dispose of this annoyance.
Spotting a street of old apartments, a familiar sight within the lower levels of the supposed "center" of the galaxy. Coming to a halt in front of one of the more damaged abodes, no doubt used by the homeless and those of ill fortune. Entering, the man could see the dust, grime and broken furniture littering the surroundings. 'The perfect place to discard the shadowing irritant' the heavy set man thought to himself with a vicious smirk.
Ducking through a nearby door, he stopped and pivoted to face where he entered. And then he waited.
Shortly after, his prey entered with hesitant steps, seizing the initiative he reached out with an open palm and squeezed. The shocked blue-skinned alien began to chock as he reached to his throat in a frenzied manner, trying to lessen the hold of the unseen attack.
"You just couldn't help yourself could you?" The now grinning man asked rhetorically. " You no doubt thought I was some foolish nobleman out looking for an 'adventure'." gesturing to his high-quality clothing.
The Twi'lek's face now etched with a look of unadulterated horror, desperately attempting to speak. All he managed to stutter out was a pained "p-p-please". However, his assailant continued as he hadn't heard his pleas.
Fixing his victim with a withering gaze "How wrong you were" As he sharply rotated his hand.
SNAP
Releasing his hand, the body dropped to the floor, head facing the wrong direction. Broken. Dead. Without a second glance, he headed back out into the street. Glancing down to his Chronometer to check the time.
'Damn pest! I'm almost late for the meeting'.
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When one seeks the location of something forbidden or otherwise hidden from the galaxy at large, they look towards the underworld crime circles. Here you can find a plethora of individuals that would sell out their mother for a quick credit. More so for the criminals of the lower reaches of Coruscant.
Arriving at his destination the man surveyed his surroundings; A rundown cantina with an unlit neon sign stating 'The Baron Bar', two large Gamorreans stood guarding the entrance. Advancing towards them, he announced in his deep, gravelly voice, "I wish to speak to The Baron, tell him Timore is here for his appointment."
One of them oinked into his comlink. A few moments passed for the reply "Send him through". Timore stepped in the seedy cantina ignoring the drunken patrons as headed for the Back Room. A guard confirmed his identity with but a look before turning away hastily to allow him entry. Compared to the public area, the Back Room was luxurious. Littered with beautiful silk carpets and ornamental statues as a display of wealth and 'power'.
Behind the large desk, adjacent to the furthest wall sat a human male, clothed in an expensive maroon robe slowly drumming his fingers against the hardwood surface. "Almost late I see, with the number of credits you paid for this information I would have thought you would have made this meeting a high priority on your no doubt busy schedule."
The large man slowly reached to pull down his hood. Black hair flowing down to his shoulder blades spilled out, Sulfuric yellow eyes gleamed in the light. Slowly stalking his way to rest his hands on the desk. Glancing at the seated individual with an icy glare, remaining silent all the while.
The shorter man swallowed nervously, clearing his throat he continued "Y-yes well, the information you requested is all here on this datapad. It was not easy to obtain; I doubt even the Jedi know what is underneath that temple of theirs."
"Good"
Timore replied curtly as he snatched up the datapad placing it within a hidden pocket underneath his cloak. "If I require any more information concerning Coruscant I will return." Turning, he began the journey back towards his ship away from prying eyes to confirm this is the information he needs.
'This information had better be accurate, or there will be hell to pay.'
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The data was everything he hoped. It spoke of a collapsed area underneath the approximate location of the Jedi Temple. There had always been rumors of the temple being built on top of a Sith Shrine, a place to focus the Dark Side in great quantity, but that was all they ever were.
To the galaxy it was a forgotten myth, to The Sith it was a closely guarded secret past from Master to Apprentice within The Rule of Two, since the beginning; Darth Bane to Darth Zannah, Darth Zannah to Darth Cognus. On and on it went until it arrived at Darth Timore.
Timore studied the information with a keen eye, absorbing every single piece of it. In truth, there wasn't all that much. Old collapsed tunnels, shards of ancient debris, however, the most convincing titbit of Intel was the oppressive feeling that could be felt, An almost suffocating presence crawling on your skin if you ventured to close to the rubble.
That caught his attention, that had all the hallmarks of a place saturated with the Dark Side of The Force. Just what he was looking for.
He couldn't help but let out a laugh of full of mirth "All this time The Jedi have been resting on their laurels atop a Wellspring of Darkness. It won't be emotions that push them towards the Dark Side, their temple will do it for them." His laughter slowly subsiding, replaced with a pensive frown.
'Will the Jedi feel if I siphon a small part of the Nexus? If so then I may have to use it differently. After all, The Sith have not been heard from in over 400 years, since the end of The Brotherhood and beginning of The Rule of Two. It would be best to remain an unknown.'
Timore's Master had lectured many times about remaining hidden from the gaze of The Republic. Ensuring he never endangered the plan Darth Bane had crafted to destroy The Jedi so many years ago.
He had been careful. Hiding himself within the force to ensure the watchful gaze of The Jedi never landed on him. Especially on Coruscant.
He needed to meditate, to immerse himself within the currents of The Dark Side of The Force, to attempt to glimpse into the many futures, and hopefully find the correct path. However, he can't do that here on Coruscant, with such a high chance of exposure. He needed a place hidden from the view of the galaxy.
It was time to return to Korriban.
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~~Flashback~~
A red light flashed through the dust-filled clearing; two blades clashed in a burning crimson hum.
"You will have to do better than that boy!" Taunt the older man, rotating his body out the way of the oncoming blades aimed for his neck. Completing his motion he lashed out with his saber in an attempt to slice through his opponent's wrist, only to meet empty air.
He took a step back to observe his young Apprentice. The child breathed heavily, sweat dripping from his brow. He was quite tall for a 10-year-old, standing at 5'3 with thick black hair, tied in a ponytail to avoid it interfering with his ability to fight. The beginnings of solid muscle shining through his sweat covered shirt. In his hand a single Red Lightsaber with a hilt that appeared to be made of twisted, almost knotted metal.
The young man's mouth begun to form a lopsided smirk. "I'm only getting started, old man!." Swiftly flicking his wrist up, fingers pointing in the direction of the older man. Lightning sparked a deathly purple moving in an arc aimed for the now grinning older gentleman, who replied in kind unleashing his own electrified fury. The smell of ozone burning became pungent, sand on the ground began to crystallize. In an instant, a thunder fuelled explosion send both combatants tumbling across the open ground. "That's enough" wheezed the battered Master as he climbed to his feet, "you are finally able to harness and expel Force Lightning in an acceptable manner" continued with a proud grin now adorning his face. The triumphant Apprentice now upright on his feet with a matching grin. "of course, I'm a quick learner after all" walking in front his Master he fell to a knee and bowed his head. "I am ready to earn my name yet Master?"
"I have trained you since you were a small toddler, you have excelled at all I have taught you." Pausing for a moment before pressing on, "I believe you are ready for your final test." Reaching in the folds of his robes to produce a datapad. "On this datapad is the location of a Jedi Padawan who has ventured to Z
"Yes, my Master."
~~~Flashback End~~~
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Eyes snapped open before coming into focus. His Nostalgia interrupted by the Nav Computer signalling the arrival to his destination. Peering out the viewport, as the hyperdrive generator disabled, he caught sight of the same red barren planet he has considered his home since he was just a small boy. Setting the coordinates of the landing zone, he allowed the ship's autopilot systems to take over.
It only took a few minutes before he was stepping out into the barren wasteland that is Korriban. Heading towards the nearby cave system where his home was located, idly sending pulses of The Force to ward off any predators on the prow in the vicinity.
Following the cave system to its furthest point, leading him to a dead end, he paused only a moment before walking straight through the wall of stone. A Force Illusion. His old Master's design, combining Sith Runes and the potent Dark Side energies of the planet itself to create a self-sustaining illusion.
Absently shedding his cloak and boots, the Lord of the Sith found himself moving towards to Meditation Chamber. A room designed by the ancient Sith as a place to commune with The Dark Side in a more precise manner. Kneeling inside of the middle of the Rune covered floor, he began digging deep within himself, pulling emotions to the forefront of his mind.
Anger.
Fear.
Hate.
Lust.
Envy.
Molding them to find direction. Purpose. Finally reaching the plateau of his focus, he felt a sense of disconnect wash over him.
~~~Vision~~~
A circular platform surrounded by lines of glowing Crimson lights pulsing with power.
Red Clashing with Green.
Searing pain across the back.
A rocky moon's surface, strong sand-and-gravel windstorms buffeted the barren landscape.
~~~Vision End~~~
In an instant it was over, coming out of his meditation with a jolt, the young lord stayed motionless for what seemed like hours yet was only a few moments. Finding himself in deep thought.
'A rather straightforward vision, a rarity in my experience. The first image is no doubt the shrine, the second and third is a battle against a Jedi skilled enough to score a strike against me '
As for the fourth image Temore felt as if he had read or been told of a moon with such an inhospitable landscape. Yet for the life of him, he could not remember its name.
With a heavy sigh and a shake of his head, the young warrior decided it was time for some rest. Hiding oneself within The Force can be quiet taxing, added with his jaunt into a possible future, sleep sounded pleasing right about now.
Even a Lord of the Sith needed his beauty sleep after all.
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