Hey there, I'm planning on making this a long story, but it all goes on interest. The story will include many characters all of whom, unfortunately, don't belong to me. I wish it were so but Mr Lucas has the rights.
Note: /-/ is a bond thought
Flashbacks will be in bold
Chapter 1
Obi wan Kenobi was exhausted. He had just returned from sieges in Bothawui space, and it had taken longer than what he would've liked. "At least I have some fore lore for a change." He muttered as he removed his general armor. Obi wan sighed as he looked at the stained and dented protection, well his so called protection. Removing his boots and outer tunics, Obi wan crawled under his blankets and found himself instantly asleep.
Meanwhile
Korrubun, Sith homestead for millennium. Birth place, stronghold and final resting place. Undisturbed for years, dust resting on the closed tombs of the once great Sith lords. The naked eye would never have seen the slow movements of those particles swirl lazily around the lids. Had there been someone there to witness, the Jedi would've been warned. But no one was there and no one saw the heavy lid slide across the coffin. There was no witness to the skeletal form rise from within the tomb. No one to see the slow and painful regeneration of his flesh, and the opening of the other tombs.
Okay so it was a short chapter, very short. But should I continue it, there is far more to come. Thanks