You find yourself dashing through a sandy outskirts on the desert planet of Tatooine, heading towards a Cantina in Mos Eisley. You're dressed in strange dress-like robe, and have a BLX-5 droid in your passenger seat. You slide into a small space next to the building smelling like alcohol, automatically knowing what it is. You watch a few pilots and scum of different species step in, laughing in a loud and harsh way. Once you realize a few Jawas are starting to take things out of your ship, you quickly shoo them away, and notice yourself almost step on something. Your droid watches closely, pulling itself out of the seat to look at the small Holocron. You pick it up, trying to find out what it is. It is pure black, curves on one side, and has a scratched off, dirty label on it. As an old man in a robe, young blonde haired man and two druids step into the Cantina talking about how the boy needs to watch his back, you ask your droid to tell you what the Holocron is.

"I believe that is a Holocron." The droid replies. The droid's outside is brown and chipped, with two bright gold eyes. Its mouth is a small black rectangle, and it's body looks like many pads covering piles of junk and wire. Somewhere in there, the droid has smarts. "Holocrons were used to store data for journals and space logs for captains and Jedi. That one looks a bit old, though. I've never seen one of its type." You listen to your droid, but still keep a steady eye on the small cube of a Holocron, as your droid called it. "Is there any way we can see what's on this one?" You ask your droid, and he nods. "Probably if you enter it into my drive. But I don't know if you'd be able to see it or hear it out here."

"See it?" You ask, and take a small rag out of your pocket, wrapping the cube safely into it. It seems like an antique, so you stay extra careful. Your droid turns to see a gold Protocol droid and R2-unit scrambling out of the Cantina, the Protocol droid rambling and complaining. He turns back to you. "Of course. Holocrons were recorded obviously with Holograms, which are small computerized visuals of—" "I know what a hologram is, Bollux." You quickly cut off the droid, and excitedly start to get back into your speeder. The droid turns to you, confused. "Oh-Of course, master. Would you like to wait till later to—" You once again cut off the droid. "—Nah, I want to check this out now. It looks ancient – there's got to be something useful on it!" You reply, and smile brightly, starting up the speeder. Bollux, your droid, quickly gets into the passenger seat and turns his head towards you. "I thought you were going to sell your speeder?" The droid part-asks, and awaits an answer. You grin, and pat the cube in your pocket, filled with curiosity of what it could be. "Later. I told you – I want to see what's on this thing!"

Once your back at your small hut of a home, you quickly get some blue milk and snacks as your droid struggles to find a place to view the Holocron. "You'll probably need to put it in a Holocam." He says, and you take a sip of the milk, huffing. "Well, get one!" You snap, filled with suspense. "Alright, master. No need to get snappy." He quickly injects the cube into your dusty Holocam, and he walks back towards your speeder to see what the Jawa's took, but then stops as a voice comes from the Holocam. Your eyes widen as a small, blue tinge image is projected before your eyes, and blink, face blank. A man is shown, wearing what looks like rags wrapped around his arms, and a Sith's training outfit. He has sort of messy black hair, an agitated look on his face, and is holding a glowing red stick with the handle's end in his hand, hand behind his back, so its projecting behind him. His hand is held out, as if he is using it to eject a power from his body.

The voice is sort of deep, but not really. More like a story-telling voice, but a male. He hologram static's for a moment, but then is back. The voice sounds like is coming out of a Comlink, but still is clear enough for your droid's, and your own ears. You listen intently.

"Entry #: 00047916. Master doesn't believe I have the power to protect myself on my first mission. Being a Dark Jedi and all, he focuses only on my power with the lightsaber. He calls the force just an extra advantage."

You blink, and turn to Bollux. "You hear that? He's one of those Jedi! But a dark one!" Your droid turns to you. "Of course. That stick he is holding is called a Lightsaber. The red color signifies that he is a Sith, which is the name of the Dark Jedi side." You nod, and keep listening to the hologram.

"Well, he's wrong. About both things. I have much more power then he expects of me, but for now I have to listen to him. The force is something that comes as a gift to Jedi – You can't harass it such as he does, shocking and choking anyone who wont listen to him. He tells me one day we will take down the rest of the army he powers over, and over-rule the galaxy, but I know better. Sith never own anything together. It's always a part of betrayal in between. For now, I watch my back, and hope for the best."

You raise a brow, and once again, turn to your droid. He is tilting his head and gazing at the hologram, then finally snaps back into sense. "Something wrong, Bollux?" "Oh, nothing. Just seems like such a familiar figure… I wonder where – And when – He's from." You laugh quietly, ejecting the Holocron. "Right. Well, maybe there's more. Where did this one come from, you think?" Your droid thinks. "Well, there is an old Jedi Archive database holding most of the entries… It must be on that ol' planet Ossus."

"Right. Lets go!" "Uh, I beg to differ, master, but you don't have a ship. Plus, who knows how long it could take? You do have a life other then this man's." The droid waves the small chip, and then blinks. "Wait… Your sure there is no more on this?" "Beats me." You shrug, and watch your droid enter it back into the Holocam. It immediately flickers, and instead of showing just the man, it shows him kneeling in front of a different, older figure. A Togruta Normal 0 !-- / Font Definitions / font-face font-family:Verdana; panose-1:2 11 6 4 3 5 4 4 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:swiss; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:536871559 0 0 0 415 0; / Style Definitions / p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; p.MsoBodyText, li.MsoBodyText, div.MsoBodyText margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; p.MsoBodyText2, li.MsoBodyText2, div.MsoBodyText2 margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt; font-family:Verdana; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; span.profileinfo mso-style-name:profileinfo; page Section1 size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0; div.Section1 page:Section1; --? Probably. You look closer, and notice that the Togruta is also a Jedi. Male. He is taller and larger then the man, though, so you begin to doubt the man's first statement about being stronger.

Your thoughts are cut off by a voice on the hologram as the picture pauses. Almost like someone stopping time and narrating what was going on. The same man's voice. You're guessing that it's probably the man you saw in the beginning, and he is also the once kneeling. This time the man has a brown rag around his neck wrapped around a few times, and wearing the same silver pads on his shoulder, chest, knees and hanging off of his belt. His forearms and shoulders are wrapped with white cloth, the strings he used to tie it hanging off a bit. His thighs and stomach have mostly the same brown cloth, and from the ankles to his pads on his knees have the white cloth. You pay more attention to the voice then his attire, but now realize that he is in training for his master, the Togruta. Normal 0 !-- / Font Definitions / font-face font-family:Verdana; panose-1:2 11 6 4 3 5 4 4 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:swiss; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:536871559 0 0 0 415 0; / Style Definitions / p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; p.MsoBodyText, li.MsoBodyText, div.MsoBodyText margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; p.MsoBodyText2, li.MsoBodyText2, div.MsoBodyText2 margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt; font-family:Verdana; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; span.profileinfo mso-style-name:profileinfo; page Section1 size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0; div.Section1 page:Section1; --

"If your someone smart listening to this data entry, then you'll know what I am. I am a Jedi in training, of course, which is why I am wearing the training armor. The reason it is so ripped is because of all the training he gives me. I can never change my damn armor to anything better, but I can clean it. I use cloth to cover up all of the scars and whatnot I get from fighting, too. He doesn't comment on anything I wear, considering it acceptable I suppose.

"The master is teaching me about everything. He tutors me about the force, how to use the Jedi's weapon – The lightsaber, and many more different objectives I must complete to become a true Sith. It wasn't my idea to be a Sith, but I was born into it. He tells me that the Republic killed my parents and that I was taken into safety by his army. The more I learn about the force, the more I feel that the past I have been told isn't real. But either way, I'm being trained by this man until he chooses to either let me go. Let me go hopefully not consisting of killing me. Then again, I'm not dead right now, so that must mean something…

"If your listening to this, that means that you're in a time long after this. I am keeping an entry-base of my training with this master as orders from himself. He says it will be important sometime later on for himself, but… I don't know. It all seems worthless. I just want to get on with the training so we can be able to destroy whatever he asks for. If you ask me, I hate killing the damn republic soldiers. They never did anything to me – And yet I'm forced to slaughter them at the stake. Either way, I need to take pride in what I do, or get slaughtered myself by my master. Sometimes I wish I were the master, and he were the apprentice…"