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For every action there is an opposite equal reactionAlbert Einstein

In one single moment the chosen one had fell, his goal, his purpose in life was destroyed and replaced by the wretched old man Darth Sidious. How could this have happened? The events were so carefully placed, Anakin was suppose to end the force wars and bring peace to the galaxy. For all of this the force had even granted him happiness and love upon one single beautiful women, a person that he could love unconditionally and together raise powerful children who would happily pass along his legacy. Her hope had failed. The thousands of years of prophecy had come down to its destruction with one of its most powerful users in Mace Windu. Perhaps she had made a mistake, perhaps to fully balance the force the chosen one would have to fall, from dark to light? To many would be destroyed before he will turn, maybe the whole Jedi order as well. Where could she go wrong, her now beautiful Anakin Skywalker was now the dreadful Darth Vader.

Now she knew where to change, how to stop this awful event happening that almost brought her to her death, the forces closest call to being destroyed in 3000 years. She would need another, one to fall from dark to light as Anakin fell from light to dark. In the end this would work, they would be brothers both conceived from the force. In the end her beloved Anakin would be saved and the force finally restored back to where it belonged. Like a whirl wind in a tornado she called upon on all of her users to set back the time, and one more was born. The second strongest force user in the galaxy had just been placed inside one unsuspecting woman, he will be the one to save Anakin. When he sacrifices himself, Anakin will see through his pain and finally restore its Order.

CHAPTER ONE

In a galaxy far far away. Everyone is told of the story of the famed chosen one, the once and mighty Jedi council crumbles into an oblivion. Alas, the truth be told. The real story to be shed unto light, where the chosen one does not perish for the better of the galaxy, but instead is helped by the Sith.

The Sith unlike the stories that have been told, has been gaining strength its council at the size almost to rival the jedi, have been in hiding, waiting for there chance to strike. Gathering supplies from the Utpex system nearby from there very own hidden planet marked away from the archives, A civil war breaks out. With democracy in balance, with dictatorship on the rise with plans to become completely independent from any outside sources, the Sith's life line would be surely be cut.

In a bold move, the Sith has sent the Darth Lord master Vixious to intervene in a hope to tip the balance of the war. Little did they know, it would eventually change the fate of the galaxy and
the fable chosen one would get a little help in fulfilling prophecy. The council much like the Jedi's was consisted of the twelve most wisest and strongest of the Sith. Each member putting in there own thought and ideal's to what the Sith had become. Unlike most beliefs about them, they were for the most part rational. Instead of using there anger for there own will, or there sought after desire, they were in turn almost identical to the Jedi. As for most cases though when two very alike beings meet, they are either going to be best of friends, or enemy's till death.

"If the Goolum movement succeeds we will be forced to relocate, we need to strike, and fast." The council all nodded in agreement, heeding master Promin's words. "The Goolum forces are strong and led by a courageous leader. With the failing republic in this system slowly dying off i think its fair to
say that defeat is not just likely, but only a matter of time."

"We all know the situation Promin. Hence why we are here, let us elect our chosen one and have him deal with this unfortunate circumstance in a timely matter. Let us vote on the matter now, though I must say my lightsabre has been collecting an unfair amount of rust from its lack of use. I ask the council let me go down to the planet and dispatch this wretched movement myself." "This coming from the Sith who killed his master in his sleep? Not only were you afraid to take the trails like the rest of us. You slaughtered Plagueis in a most defiled way, not even giving him a chance to defend himself."

"That is enough!" Shouted Darth Turris.

"Your bickering and ignorance tires me as I'm sure it does the rest of the council. I say enough of this debate and send newly appointed master Vixious to Utpex. Prove to us he deserves the name of the Sith as he has yet to do. With the force giving him the opportunity such as this we would be foolish to deny him this right."

With that being said he touched a few buttons located on his arm rest and a holographic projection of two dark Jedi appeared. "Locate Master Vixious and send him in."

"Yes sir."

Within a few moments Vixious entered the room and knelt on one knee before the council.

"The council wishes to see me?"

"Your time has come Vixious, collect what you want to take with you and depart within the hour. Utpex is growing more and more hostile by the minute, take care of it."

"Surely the republic will send the Jedi will they not Sidious?"

"Unfortunately and fortunately they will not, with us being so far from the outer rim I will not be pressing this issue to the senate. Alas this is a Sith only matter, and this way it shall stay."

Vixious was quite a tall human standing at 6'7 and quite reliable with a lightsabre. He usually was not always known for being the most aggressive out of his peers. Like most of the others he was raised in the Sith temple on the planet Amon. As a child he was quick to learn the different styles of combat and became quick to use his anger for the advantage. Having a rather high midichlorian 11,500 he was picked up rather quickly to be an apprentice.

After spending 10 years as an apprentice, he faced the trials and received his knighting.
After his Knighting he would usually find him self bored, among the temple theres not really much to do. Usually he would spend his time teaching younglings the art of the dark side. His force lightning had been known to be powerful enough to crack stone walls in half. With his brother mastering the ability to sustain ones life through the force and even to create it. He became only the second member of the Sith with this ability. With the betrayal of Sidious striking down his brother he vowed to get his revenge, ultimately it consumed him.

Having known this he went planet side to Utpex and spent a few years in solitude, and came back twice as powerful as before, earning him the title of master. Doing a quick bow to the council he excused himself. He hoped to get this over with in as little time as possible. With war on the rise in Utpex he knew his time was going to have to be well spent. He couldn't exactly show himself to his republic allies and slaughter the Goolum. No that would be too suspicious, they would think I'm a Jedi.

Unfortunately he would have to spend his time behind enemy lines, quietly moving about. The less he is seen the better.

Force i need to meditate, maybe once i reach the surface.

The ride to Utpex system wasn't at all long, only a few hours each way. With taking his own personal craft it was usually shorter than normal. He bought it from an old smuggler who was used to running spice from the republic. The old freighter looked as if it had been through its own share of battles, he quickly grew quite attached to it. Customizing it as soon as he got it, it soon became not just an old freighter but a ship that almost every Sith envied for not being thiers.

Upon entering the system he could tell he was going to have his fair share of adventure. Punching in his clearance codes two star fighters quickly came up to his side.

"Outsider, were afraid you will have to leave."

"I have no quarrel with you, just business. I promise to make it quick and be on my way." Vixious spoke even though he knew his plea's were not going to be heard.

"Negative outsider, you will depart and I suggest you do it immediately. Surin has given the order to execute those who disobey the private space act. You will leave." The pilot stated firmly.

Giving himself a slight smile, Vixious pressed on the comm and gave him an answer the pilots themselves did not think they would hear from a ship that seemed to be so crippled.

Never under estimate your opponent.

"Very well, I shall make my departure. Have a good day."

Rising his shields he turned his freighter to a complete 180 and fired directly on the first starship destroying it before he realized what had happen. Seeing his wingman just blown out of the sky, his partner quickly did a quick burst of his laser guns flying just inches over his head.
Well, at least this make this somewhat interesting. He thought to himself. The single man fighter was closing in behind him shooting him in the rear. Vixious just chuckled to himself.

With a quick nudge of his controls his old beat up freighter came to a complete stop, as the fighter just passed over head.

"Just thought i would let you know young man, death is not always a bad thing, embrace it." With that he fired two missiles which quickly destroyed the single man vessel.

"Vixious to command, I have arrived at the target location and is pulling in to dock at a remote spot outside of the capital. I have located Surin's signature on my scans and hope to end this matter in a few days."

"Proceed with caution Vixious, we do not want the people to think the Jedi are involved. The less people know about it the better."

"Promin, why do you tell me these such things. Now you know I will not be able to resist my self of giving him a public execution, possibly on the holonet."

"Just don't get yourself killed, your humor will surely be missed."

"Noted, Vixious out."

Upon entering Onsur he was taken back by how many driod troops walked the streets, with extremely little or no human activity in the whole capital. Looking around the sites that he has grown fond of during his isolation was gone. Men no longer roamed the streets with the freedom they so gladly
enjoyed, now those same streets were occupied by solders and driods. Being lost in the moment he quickly regained his awareness from what sounded like a speech. Moving closer to the noise he hid behind a wall of a local pub.

"We here by carryout the order set to us by the great sir Surin. That these traitors to the rightful owner of the crown will here by be sentenced to death by firing squad. Let this day be marked down as a day of judgment, and to be clear to those that the republic has fallen." Stepping down the podium the man wearing a gray military suit walked over to the troops of the firing squad. Women are here, children. This cannot be right, what type of sick form of government will murder innocent women and children.

Breathing in deeply, closing his eyes he felt that ball of rage in his chest grow to an enormous amount. Opening his eyes he could feel it change color from the deep dark blue to the yellow full of hatred. Moving his hand down to his lightsabre feeling the handle in his hand start to burn for passion and hate. In this brief moment, this movement just went from a simple business ordeal to a movement that he despised. One he hated.

"Ready! Aim!"

He had to act, before he could say fire Vixious threw his lightsabre and nailed the commander in the chest. Letting the force empower his body he jumped five meters and with drew the saber from him. The solders looked in awe at what they have seen, Jedi. All twelve of the firing squad turned there attention from the unarmed men, women and children to this one lone man. For them it would be the last thing they would see. Before being able to pull the trigger two of the troopers were caught off guard and quickly beheaded. Vixious pulling his saber before him quickly deflected the other shots, two more being picked off. With that, closing his eyes and letting the force gather his anger around
him, the dark side consumed him. The troopers were good as dead. Raising one of his hands Sith lightning consumed one member of this poor squad sending him flying about 10 meters. Slightly distracted by the lightning the troops stopped firing for a split second, which was all the time he needed. Before turning there attention back towards him he was back to hacking and slashing
away.

Within seconds the fight was over. Looking around and turning off his light saber and young man in his twenty's bear hugged him.

"We didn't think you would ever come."