Prologue:

It is the time of the Old Republic. The Sith have returned and war has broken out between the two super powers of the Galaxy. There are many stories that seem to drift around now days. From the never-silent streets of Nar Shaddaa, to the farthest reaches of the outer rim. Some good; others not so much. This story, however, resides right in between the two. That thin grey line between right and wrong. Now, let's put our empathy boots on for a minute and think about this. If you put yourself in another's position, most times you will come to understand them, and see that what they do is right in their own eyes. Even if It's wrong to someone else. Now, right and wrong are neither here, nor there. They're simply what a being feels in their heart they must do. That thin grey line. The Katana family has always resided there, amongst the blurred lines separating perception, and reality. Some would say perception is reality. In this story, that is not case…

Chapter 1

"I'm going to tell you this one time, and one time only…Turn around, and exit the facility." Security Chief Markin said, in a choked voice. It was hard to hear him over the tapping of rain on the roof of the Empire's Dxun research outpost. It was a small outpost, no bigger than a standard BT-7 thunderclap. (About the size of a sleeping rancor.)

"How about instead, you put that blaster up to your temple and pull the trigger."

Replied a much more aggressive tone coming from a shadow in the doorway. Security Chief Markin was a war hardened man. He did not take lightly to comments like that, and would rarely let someone get away with making them… let alone listen to them. Makin's right hand then began to raise his standard issue blaster pistol to his temple. You could see in his eyes how much he had fought, but remained powerless to the shadow's will. His bloodshot eyes were a permanent scar to the air. He glared at the figure for roughly 60 seconds, with a pistol to his temple. Fighting, and fighting, and fighting. Until the eventual Pop!

"I think that's a new record." The shadow proclaimed to himself, walking into the light of the research facility, now resembling a Chiss man. "Shame you couldn't hold it together another minute, buddy I was just starting to break a sweat." He said as he stepped on the once-proud imperial war hero's corpse, walking over him.

"Okay guys, you can come out now!" His, now very loud, voice echoed throughout the facility. He strolled arrogantly along the tile, waiting for a response. He wreaked of death, and by now the air had been tainted with his toxic presence. An echo of Markin's bloodshot eyes, still haunting the front door.

"Hello?! Yeah you! With the stealth generators! Let's go!" The chiss man continued to scream, cupping his hands around his mouth for 'added effect'. He paused… Turned, and within a half a second drew his saber and stabbed into the air. It's orange and red blade hung there for what felt like minutes, but was only a second before the corpse of a Cathar woman appeared around it. The room then came to life with security personnel. Ten or eleven, all vibroblades humming. They came at the Chiss with brute force, all attacking at once. The chiss, with a big smile on his face, threw his hands into the air and screamed "STOP!"

It was like someone had paused time. Every security officer stuck in a stasis-like effect. Unable to move, speak, or even breathe. "Now that you've calmed down, everyone give your neighbor a hug." The chiss spoke in a calm and controlled manner. The security team then, against their will, turned to one another and began stabbing each other with their standard issue vibroblades. Brother killing brother. A family having spent their whole lives training together, now ending each other. The Chiss watched, with a slightly entertained smirk on his face. The energy in this building will never be the same.

This dominator of minds now stalked the facility, checking doors, closets, any sign of anyone left living. Now that his fun was over it was time to complete his mission. He could sense a strong presence of life coming from a room in the northern corner of the facility. He quickly made his way to the door, practically breaking his nose on it when to his surprise it did not open. "Stupid." He mumbled to himself. A control pad was on the right hand side, how could he not have seen it? He began punching in a random series of numbers, to no avail. The door didn't budge. "I'm sure the security chief had an access card… And I'm sure it's a bloody mess…." He said under his breath shortly before kicking the control pad… Nothing happened. He kicked again, and again, and again and again until it was just a pile of components on the ground. "Hmmm." He said, "I was sure that would work." He scratched his head for a moment. Then scratched his thick black beard before stabbing his lightsaber into the lock mechanism on the door. It opened, only for him to find he had just stabbed the only scientist alive in the facility. "Stupid." He remarked, now not as amused.

The shadowy Chiss kicked the scientists body out of the way and began investigating the room he was in. He made his way to a kolto tank in the center of the room. Inside, a human woman slept suspended. She appeared to be about 24 or 25 years old. Bright blonde hair, light skin and a patch of freckles under her eyes. She appeared to have had some advanced cybernetics done. Two implants spanned across her face above her eye and under her jaw. The inscription on the tank read 'C3R4'. The chiss looked relieved "Ah, there you are Cera. Time to come home."

He stared at the controls of the kolto tank blankly. "Something about instability sending her into shock?" A few seconds go by before he thrusts his right hand through the glass, and throwing the woman on his shoulder in the same motion. Quickly grabbing her a scientists coat to preserve modesty. He made his way down the one corridor the building had, into the main area. Stepping on Markin once again on his way out. Stepping out into the rain, he felt something strange in the force. Something soothing and calm. Strange for the Onderon moon, Dxun is normally a place of suffering and hardship. The closer he walked to his ship, the more he felt it. Like a warmness in his cold soul. He kept walking, feeling more and more calm, euphoric even. He stopped to take in the moment, the rain, the wind, the call of the animals in the distance. The sun was out, strange for Dxun.

The chiss took one step forward, looking down, he saw a vibroblade piercing his stomach. He turned around, almost in slow motion. There stood a security officer, soaked head to toe in blood, eyes beaming. Looking through the chiss. He fell to his knees, dropping the woman from his shoulder. Looking down he saw her; Laying face first in a mud puddle in the pouring rain…. Helpless…. No…. He could still help her… He could still save her… The mind altering lord of the force channeled every ounce of his energy into strengthening the lifeless woman on the ground, no longer looking as magnificent. Looking more and more like a rotting corpse. He turned to the security officer, who was now also on the ground bleeding out. Still looking right through him. "I'm sorry." The chiss said, before everything went black.