Sorry for the delay, but this was originally intended to be a one shot, but due to popular demand the show must go on!

"get to an escape pod" I kept on repeating it until I finally made it, 9 thousand stormtroopers lay dead at my hands, I'm a disappointment. I failed not only the Jedi order by Kanan, my master, my father and my mentor. So, wrapped up in self-pity and guilt over the incident I had fallen to the dark side.

Entering the escape pod, I start losing consciousness, I was a good fighter but 9,000 stormtroopers no matter how bad their aim would be a challenge to anyone. As my eyes close and my body slumps down the wall and onto the ground I find myself questioning myself, Do I really deserve redemption? Do I deserve Sabine in my life? As my world turns to darkness and all consciousness is lost I breath out a final and silent "no"

Betrayal. That's all I felt. Betrayal. They gunned us down the moment we were no longer needed, no longer of use to the Rebellion. They tried to cover it up, called it a Sidious act and used our 'death' as a martyr. Used it to propel the ambitions of the rebellion forward, but I didn't die. But he did. They turned on us in cold blood and gunned us down, the ruthlessness of the attack shocked me more than I care to admit, they lifted their blasters and fired upon us, gunned us down. Even after our bodies lay fallen on the ground they continue to shoot our lifeless bodies. But what I and they did not expect was me waking up the next day, next to the cold and pale corpse of my master. Eyes covered by his mask but if you were to remove it you would see the shock, anger, confusion and sadness in his eyes, the look of hurt and betrayal.

Waking up at that point was the most painful thing I had ever experienced, partly because of the physical state I was in, but because of the memories that flooded me. I mourned his death for hours, held his body close before giving into the pain and waking up an unknown amount of time later. I lit his body and sent him off to be one with the force, to see his master, to be at peace. Watching the flame flicker as it consumed his body I realised that justice was not enough for the ones that had killed him. I needed revenge. Needed… their deaths. I swore I could hear Kanan voice his disapproval but it vanished when I yelled aloud to the smouldering pile of charcoal "I am no Jedi".

For days, I tried to find a way off the barren planet the Rebellion had left me to die and rot on. Walking endlessly through the forests of Alderaan. All the while my anger and hate grew, the dark side called to me. Told me to kill them, told me they deserve it. And they do they deserve to die for what they did to me. I eventually found, Aldera. The capital city, it was the first bit of civilisation I had seen in weeks. Although I was only 2 days drive from the city finding it on foot hopelessly lost was difficult to say the least.

Upon entering I found the space port and found a small freighter, I boarded and took sat it the pilots seat, activating the ship I ascended into the atmosphere, only to be disturbed by a man with a gun approaching me from behind "who the fuck are you and what are you doing flying my ship" my eyes changed from the calm blue to the bright yellow and red of the sith "a dead man can't own a ship" I tell him as I lift him into the air and choke the life out of him. Tossing the corpse aside I plug in the coordinates of Lothal and watch as the darkness of space changes into the streaks of white and blue.

My fall to the dark side was swift, although when I was alone for the first 3 months I tried to follow true to the Jedi teachings of helping the weaker, I was eventually captured by the empire. Vader had sent me to Mustafa, to be tortured and eventually executed but his plans changed when he felt the Dark side eradiate off me, he gave me the option of joining him and become his apprentice, or die a slow and painful death. The choice was obvious, I wanted vengeance against the rebellion for what they did.

At first training was mainly pain. Pain lead to anger and anger lead to the dark side, the more pain I was in the more I hated my new master and the more powerful I became. Eventually I was consumed, I no longer cared for the Jedi order, no longer cared for the life of innocents, I cared for death and destruction and that's who I became. I became the god of war. I became sith master Ares. The bringer of death to my many foes.

The Ghost crew is dead to me.

The rebellion is dead to me.

The empire is a tool to be harnessed to destroy my enemy.

Peace is a lie.

There is only passion.

Through passion I gain strength.

Through strength I gain power.

Through power I gain victory.

Through victory my chains are broken.

The force shall set me free.