Chapter 1

Cemeron did not need too concentrate as he piloted his starship: the Ebon Hawk. Flying was like second nature to him, it did not require much thought. His old Dynamic-class freighter had been through quite a bit in the passed years. It had survived dangerous happenings like spice runs and space battles. But Cemeron trusted his vessel with his life.

As he navigated through space he avoided incoming asteroids with delicate skill. His brow furrowed as the rocky outcroppings race past his ship. It seemed that they almost grazed the blast-glass before him; which protects him from the void of space beyond.

He wasn't far from the red world of Korriban; however, he had miss-judged a few hyperspace calculations and ended up further from the planet as he had wished; landing in an asteroid field.

But asteroids did not really bother Cemeron; he was a veteran pilot and well versed with space travel. Cemeron's dark eyes widened with shock as his ship started to shake wildly. Asteroids jumbled in a crazed sort of semi-dance, outside the Ebon Hawk. He had never seen them move like that in his entire life. What's making them move like that? What is shaking my ship? It's definitely not the asteroids... he thought to himself.

He flicked random switches trying to stabilize whatever was causing the strange motion. Suddenly all the stars seemed to black out; consuming Cemeron in pitch black darkness. Likewise, the Ebon Hawk groaned and lost power, shaking even more then before.

Cemeron's droid companion stumbled into the cock-pit. "Query: What's going on?" he said in his synthesized voice; which was hinting frustration.

In return Cemeron grinded his teeth. "I have no idea HK, but this does not look good…" his words trailed off as the space around him lit up with radiant energy. Purple plasma shot out in all directions, melting asteroids in micro-seconds. Cemeron watched as more purple plasma formed lightning type tendrils that sliced through rock and metal like lightsabers to flesh.

HK-47 was an old droid. He stood about six feet tall and was covered in orange and red armored plating. He had two glowing red eyes, a helmet looking face and a thin remotely human, orange plated body. HK had come with the ship, which Cemeron had bought from an alien dealer on Tatooine some years ago.

The alien dealer had told Cemeron that the ship was ancient and had been through tons of battle. According to the dealer it had belonged to Forri Haxa, Ahita Othar, Davik Kang, Darth Revan, and the famous Jedi Exile.

Cemeron had bought the ship because of the Darth Revan part. Cemeron had fought alongside Revan in the Mandalorian wars and respected him; that and the ship was supposedly the fastest in the Outer Rim region.

HK-47 watched in what seemed to be fascination.

Moments afterwards, all the remaining asteroids shot forward toward where the purple plasma seemed to be emanating. Cemeron gasped in horror as he finally realized what he was looking at. The looming purple mass of electricity and swirling plasma was actually a giant black-hole. It seemed to be a tear in space itself; and Cemeron knew he was powerless against a force that powerful. Already his ship was moving steadily closer to it. He frantically flipped switches, trying to get The Ebon Hawk to power up, but it was useless.

The world around Cemeron seemed to slow around him; his ship was a tiny ant compared to the massive disk of energy. All that could be heard was the crackling of plasma and the shuddering of metal.

He accepted his fate and turned to his droid. "Strap in and shut-up." he said darkly.

HK's robotic limbs whirred as he clanked over to the co-pilot's seat and sat down. He fiddled with the seat-belt. "Statement: Yes master, meat-bag-sir" he replied sarcastically.

Cemeron slammed his fist into the control panel. "Curse it all! I came to Korriban to learn to be a Sith and all I found was a giant death trap!" he said letting his anger pour out. He directed his anger toward the Jedi. Cemeron hated the Jedi because a Jedi had slaughtered his wife.

Cemeron's blast-glass frosted over and blocked out the epic view beyond.

The angered Sephi looked into the tiny icy crystals reflecting his face. He was a haunted looking individual. Cemeron had long white hair, pulled into a smooth pony tail that fell down his back. He had a square jaw, and a crooked nose, that gave him a warrior's appearance. He had the customary long pointed ears of the Sephi, which differed them from humans.

Cemeron stood at 6'4'' and weighed 210 pounds of muscle. He had a sleek, but well toned body; one that was hardened by military service. His chest back and shoulders are quite scarred from battles.

He turned away seeming disgusted that the face he was staring into, his own, would never get revenge. He was never going to become a Sith and destroy all those that had ruined his old life.

An eerie purple glow filled the ship, and energy crackled everywhere, Cemeron looked as the tiny hairs on his arms stood on end. He cried out as the energy grew hotter, and more powerful, almost blinding. I'm going to be boiled alive! He thought before his mind-overloaded, and could no-longer comprehend what was going on around him.

The Ebon Hawk disappeared into the deaths of the black-hole. A few moments after it was consumed, the portal seemed to shrink, and collapse in on itself, before it finally ceased to exist, in a flash of white light. All that it left behind was nothingness, just empty space. The stars winked back to life, revealing where the asteroid field once was, not even the pebble sized rocks had survived the black hole, nothing was left...