The shuttle exited hyperspace, and Dromund Kaas was in sight. It was a dark and dreary looking planet. The shuttle entered its atmosphere. The planet grew larger and larger. They flew through some clouds. Dustil could make out what appeared to be a swamp. Vines hung from the trees, severely overgrown. The shuttle touched down at a clearing in the swamp. The pilot came to the back to speak with Dustil.
"It is time for you to leave," said the pilot. "Once you leave, I will take off, and return in two standard weeks time. Good luck Jedi."
Dustil was still mad. "I am no Jedi, and there is no luck," he said.
"Whatever, just grab all of your things and get off the shuttle," ordered the pilot.
"What will I do about food?" asked Dustil.
"You are to fend for yourself," said the pilot. "I was given strict instructions not to help you out at all."
"Fine, I'm leaving," grunted Dustil.
"Yes, you are," said the pilot. "Gosh, I really hate kids."
Dustil got off the shuttle, and stepped foot on Dromund Kaas. The ground was mushy and brownish-green. The sky was dark, it was night. The shuttle took off, and was quickly out of sight. Dustil looked around. He was completely surrounded by overgrown trees.
"Why would the council send me to an unsettled planet?" Dustil said to himself. "There must be something important on this planet.
He decided to go delve deeper into the dense vegetation. He drew one lightsaber and walked over to a some bushes. He began swinging away, cutting down the leaves. He went further and further into the dense forest. He journeyed for several minutes until he reached a clearing. He could hear heavy breathing, and looked around. Directly in front of him stood a massive red creature. He recognized it from his studies.
"Gundark..." he said to himself.
It noticed him and charger. Its steps shook the ground. Dustil dove out of the way before it could tackle him. It had huge fists, that could easily pound him into a pulp. He drew his lightsabers and swung at it. It avoided his swings and punched him. He flew across the sky and landed in a murky pond. Still grasping his lightsabers, he got out and charged. The Gundark punched again, but Dustil drove both his sabers into its fist. The Gundark screamed in pain, and jumped in the air. Enraged, it began flailing everywhere. Dustil could hear more ground shacking footsteps in the distance. Five more Gundarks entered the clearing. That was Dustil's cue to leave. He turned around and jumped into the trees. The Gundarks chased after him, thrashing trees, knocking them down. Dustil jumped tree to tree, in order to avoid the oncoming slaughter awaiting him. He jumped at a tree but fell short, falling to the ground. The Gundarks charger at him, so he decided to fight. Wielding both lightsabers, he jumped in the air and drove them through ones head. He leaped from one head to the next, doing the same, until all six were dead.
"Well, being here will sharpen my combat skills," he said to himself. "I really have to get used to talking to myself, its kind of weird to me. He continued through the underbrush. He stopped and looked around. He had run so far for the chase, that he lost where the landing sight was.
"How the hell am I supposed to get back to Dantooine," he said. "I'm in deep trouble now."
Dustil journeyed for a few hours, and grew hungry. He had never been in the wild before, so he didn't know what kind of food to look for. He considered going back looking for the Gundarks, but decided that was too far away now. Dustil remembered he had some ration packs in his backpack, and grabbed them. He chowed down on the food, which he finished in mere seconds. He tossed the garbage into the pond, knowing that he wouldn't get punished for littering on an unsettled planet. He laid on the ground, exhausted from the days events. He fell asleep. He woke up to the sunrise. The sky color wasn't much different during the day than it was at night. He got up and continued to walk. He walked for a few minutes, when he heard voices. This shocked him. He paused and listened in.
"Yes, my apprentice," said one voice. "Excellent, now finish this beast!"
He heard the sound of a lightsaber, and he heard a loud shriek. He peered through the leaves to see two men in black robes, one holding a red lightsaber. The one without the lightsaber was much older than the one with. He knew immediately they were Sith, a master and an apprentice.
"Master, I sense something," said the apprentice.
"As do I," said the master. "Search the area, I feel a strong force presence.
Almost immediately the apprentice walked towards Dustil. Dustil panicked. He stood up and drew his lightsabers.
"Get back, you Sith scum!" yelled Dustil.
"What the..." said the apprentice.
"It appears we have found ourselves a Jedi," said the master. "What brings the like of you to Dromund Kaas?"
"That's none of your business!" yelled Dustil.
"Why do you bear one red lightsaber and one blue lightsaber?" asked thew master.
"I was once a Sith, but I saw the Sith for what they really were. I joined the Jedi and have been training for five standard years. I was sent here as punishment for my brash behavior."
"So a for being naughty, a Jedi gets sent to a Sith influenced planet?" said the master. "That's a little harsh, don't you think?"
"I think its outrageous!" said Dustil, getting angry. "I've just been so angry lately, I've seen so much death in my 23 years of life, and I think I'll see two more."
"You think a Jedi with an attitude problem can take on two Sith?" said the master. "You must be jokimg!"
"I don't joke, you Sith are a blight on the galaxy and deserve no mercy!" yelled Dustil.
"Ah, spoken like a Jedi, but I sense some hatred inside you."
"I have a hatred for Sith, and Mandalorians, and whoever else threatens the peace of the galaxy!" shouted Dustil.
"Your anger and hatred may fuel your power, but you will surely lose!" said the master. "My apprentice, you're next task awaits."
"Yes master," said the apprentice, as a pointed his lightsaber at Dustil.
Dustil prepared himself. He waited for the apprentice to strike first. The apprentice ran at him. He jumped in the air and struck downwards, where their sabers collided. They swung at each other, blocking every strike. Dustil was pushing the apprentice back. The apprentice was losing his footing.
"I think I know why the Jedi sent you here!" exclaimed the apprentice. "The sent you to a Sith planet to get you killed! They don't want you anymore!"
"That's not true!" yelled Dustil. Dustil's anger was beginning to show. He began to swing faster and harder. His form became sloppy and the apprentice saw a hole in his defense. They got into a lock, two sabers versus one. They held it their, leaning back and forth.
"The Jedi reject you!" said the apprentice.
"That's not true!" yelled Dustil, pushing his saber closer to the apprentices face.
"You failed them, you are nothing but a failed Jedi!" taunted the apprentice.
"No!" yelled Dustil.
His saber grew even closer to the apprentices face.
"You are a sad excuse for a Jedi!" yelled the apprentice.
"Your dead!" yelled Dustil, his anger having gone through the roof.
The apprentice delivered a kick to Dustil's crotch, stunning him. The apprentice sliced Dustil's left arm off, and force pushed him into a tree.
"You think that will stop me!" yelled Dustil wincing in pain. "Think again!"
Dustil charged at the apprentice. The apprentice slid to the side and tripped Dustil. Dustil fell over, and struggled to get back up, with just one arm.
"Excellent my apprentice," said the master.
Dustil got back to his feet. He charged at the apprentice again. The apprentice swung at Dustil, but Dustil ducked under it. He dug his shoulder into the apprentice's gut, blowing him back. Dustil shattered the apprentices lightsaber, then sliced his chest open. The apprentice fell down struggling for air.
"You are a foolish being, you pathetic worm," Dustil said as he spat on the apprentice.
The pain of losing his arm was tremendous. He fell to his knees.
"I cannot muster the strength to kill you..." Dustil said.
The apprentice was gasping for air. His attempts to get up failed, and he died soon after.
Dustil looked over and saw his severed arm. In its hand was his blue lightsaber. He limped over to it. He put his red lightsaber onto his utility belt and picked the blue one up. He attempted to activate it, but its lens was shattered.
"Great," he said to himself.
"Your pure hatred won you that battle," said the master. "If you could learn to use that anger whenever you wanted, you could be unstoppable. You would slay all that stand in your way!"
"I am no longer a Sith, they are selfish, and power hungry," said Dustil.
"You say you are no longer Sith, but you still bear many traits a Sith would have," said the master. "The Jedi are just as bad as you say the Sith are. The Jedi seek power. They manipulate the Senate to go in their favor. They are the reason the galaxy suffers. Many wars were fought because the Jedi have too many enemies. If they didn't exist, the galaxy would be perfect, with no problems. The Jedi sent you away for some mistake you made. They want disciplined Jedi. They do not see your full potential. They just sent you here, where you face almost certain death."
"You're right," said Dustil. "I could never become a great Jedi. They underestimate me and my power. I could have brought glory to the Jedi, but instead they send me here! I never should have followed Gran and his talk of the Jedi. I should have stayed at the academy on Korriban where my full potential could have been realized!"
"You can fulfill your true potential," said the master. "I shall take you on as my apprentice, and we shall take down the Jedi order. We, shall bring true peace to the galaxy!"
"Death to the Jedi!" shouted Dustil.
"Excellent, my new apprentice!" said the master.
"What is your name, master?" asked Dustil.
"I, am Darth Palladium, dark lord of the Sith, one of three Sith Lords. We shall bring the Sith back to full power and destroy the Jedi!"
"Yes, my master," said Dustil.
Dustil was brought to the ancient Sith temple, where he was given a new bionic arm. He trained for two weeks in the ways of the Dark Side. He constructed a second lightsaber so he could continue his dual-wielding style of combat.
"The shuttle for my return to Dantooine returns today," said Dustil.
"You are not to return to Dantooine, not yet," said Darth Palladium. "You will return once you have the power to slay your former master!"
"Then what am I to do about the shuttle?" asked Dustil.
"Simple," said Darth Palladium. "You board it, and kill everybody on board. Then, you will fly the shuttle here, so we can use it to get into Republic space as we please."
"As you wish. my master," said Dustil.
The shuttle flew by, overhead the temple. Dustil sprinted out of the temple, and into the trees. He had sharpened his skills in tree hoping, as he maneuvered through the trees with ease. The original clearing was not as far as he had thought. He saw the shuttle in the distance. He ran for a few more minutes until he reached it. The pilot had stepped out of the shuttle.
"Ah, Dustil," said the pilot. "It's good to see your..."
He was interrupted when Dustil drove his lightsaber through the pilot's stomach. The pilot fell to the ground, and Dustil continued on into the shuttle. He got inside and was greeted by three Jedi.
"Hello Dustil!" said one.
"Hi, Belaya..." he mumbled. "Why are you here?"
"The council thought it would be best that you had some company on the long journey back to Dantooine," said Belaya. "Wheres the pilot?"
"Dead," said Dustil.
"Dead, what do you mean, dead?" asked Belaya in shock.
"I killed him," said Dustil. "I've found my true calling. The Dark Side has allowed me to muster much power. I am more powerful than any Jedi could become!"
"Dustil...no..." said Belaya. "You've fallen to the Dark Side!"
"This place is strong with the Dark Side," said Dustil. "You all can meet your full potential if you join me!"
"J-J-Join you?" said Belaya in disbelief. "I will never fall to the Dark Side! Dustil, you have to turn back, have you forgotten your years of teaching so quickly?"
"I reject my Jedi training!" said Dustil. "They only mold us into perfect Jedi so we could fulfill everything the council wants us to do. We are just tools in their eyes. They are the evil, not the Sith!"
"Then you are truly lost!" said Belaya.
"I'm so sorry I have to do this to you," said Dustil. "But you leave me with no choice."
He drew his two lightsabers and the three Jedi drew theirs. Dustil lifted two in the air and smashed them together. He began swinging violently at Belaya, who could barely keep with. She was deflecting his swings, but stood no chance. Dustil shattered her lightsaber and he knocked her to the ground. He deactivated his lightsabers and used his force lightning on her.
"Join me Belaya!" said Dustil. "You can have my power, maybe even more if you join me! We can finally have an open romance Belaya, I've always wanted you!
"Dustil...I...No..." Belaya said cringing in pain. "You...can't...break...me..."
"Watch me," saud Dustil.
He slammed her to the floor of the shuttle. The two other Jedi had gotten back up, and attacked Dustil. Dustil drew his lightsabers and they traded blows. Dustil finished them quickly, but they were destined to fail. They were both slain almost instantly.
"Belaya, don't make me kill you!" said Dustil.
"I die for the order!" said Belaya.
"Goodbye, Belaya," Dustil said. He began force choking her. He lifted her up in the air. She grasp her throat, trying to breathe.
"We could have done so much together," said Dustil. "We could rule the galaxy together, we could never me stopped. The Jedi would never let us show our feelings for each other, but now its possible.
"Okay," Belaya was able to say.
Dustil released her, and she fell to the ground.
"Your right," she said. "We could be powerful, and be together. Ever since I lost Juhani, I've needed somebody who would be close to me."
"I was there as she died," said Dustil. "She died valiantly, and is buried on Dantooine."
Dustil walked over to Belaya and embraced her. "We shall never be defeated!" exclaimed Dustil.
They walked over to the controls of the shuttle, and flew it back to the Sith temple. They exited the shuttle and met with Darth Palladium.
"Why did you leave this Jedi alive?" asked Darth Palladium.
"She has agreed to follow me on the path to power," said Dustil.
"Good, we are always looking for new recruits," said Palladium. I shall train you both, and you two shall become more powerful than anybody that has ever lived!
MEANWHILE ON DANTOOINE...
"The shuttle was supposed to have returned three hours ago," said Gran. "What if something has happened to them. What if I was right and Dustil was killed by whatever awaits on that planet?"
"If it does not return in two days time, we shall send somebody to search for them," said Zhar.
"I've got a bad feeling about this," said Gran.
BACK ON DROMUND KAAS...
Dustil and Belaya were fighting with stun blades. Dustil, having been heavily training for two weeks was besting Belaya who has been training as a Jedi all of her life.
"This goes to show that Sith are more powerful than Jedi," said Palladium. "No matter how much the Jedi train, the SIth will always be better. Don't worry Belaya, you will become powerful yourself."
They went through intensive training for days. In two days time, a Jedi starfighter appeared overhead.
"It looks like they've sent somebody to look for us," said Dustil.
"It appears so," said Palladium. "Go greet them, both of you!"
Dustil and Belaya set off for the clearing. They arrived to see five Jedi huddled over the pilot and two other Jedi's bodies.
"Who could have done this?" said one. Dustil recognized his voice as Gran.
"Somebody with a lightsaber," said another. "I think it may have been Dustil."
"Don't say that!" said Gran. "Dustil may have had his anger problems, but he would never kill another Jedi, never!"
"Weren't there three Jedi sent?" said a Jedi.
"Yes there were," said Gran.
Dustil and Belaya stepped into the clearing.
"Dustil!" exclaimed Gran. "It's good to see you alive! What happened here? Are there Sith?
"Yes Gran, there are Sith," said Dustil.
"Did you fight them?" asked Gran.
"I did in fact," said Dustil. "I've done a fair share of killing since I've arrived here."
"What's that supposed to mean?" asked Gran.
"I killed the pilot and the two Jedi," said Dustil with a half smile.
"What? Why!?" exclaimed Gran.
"I've realized the Jedi are the evil ones and not the Sith," said Dustil. "I didn't kill Belaya because she was smart and joined me."
"No..." said Gran. "I knew the council shouldn't have sent you here! I knew this would happen!"
"Time is short Gran," said Dustil. "Your time is up, its time you died."
Four of the Jedi ignited their lightsabers, but Gran didn't.
"I will not fight you," said Gran. " I cannot fight you, you meant so much to me! You were like my son!"
"Well, I have my own father, whom I'm sure I'll see too," said Dustil. "I cared about you once, but now its time you die."
Dustil ignited his lightsaber. as did Belaya. They engaged the four Jedi in battle. Belaya and Dustil each killed one right off the bat. They traded blows with the other two for minutes. Gran only watched in horror as his old apprentice fought like a true Sith. One Jedi disarmed Belaya and killed her. Dustil became angry again.
"No!" he yelled. "This is why the Jedi must die!"
Dustil charged at the victorious Jedi and swept him off his feet. He slammed his lightsaber into the Jedi, and turned to face the other. They got into a saber lock, but with Dustil in fury, that Jedi stood no chance. Dustil kicked him in the gut and put his lightsabers through the Jedi's chest. He the turned to face Gran.
"Now it's you and me master!" said Dustil.
"I will fight you if I must," said Gran, as he ignited his green lightsaber.
Dustil sprinted at Gran and they immediately locked lightsabers. Gran was pushing Dustil back, tremendously overpowering him. Gran kick Dustil knee, knocking him to the Ground. Dustil recovered and swung at Gran, barely missing his throat. Gran kicked Dustil in the chest, making him fall backwards. Dustil again recovered, and charged at Gran again. Their lightsabers met, and this time Dustil was overpowering Gran.
"You've lost, master!" said Dustil.
"I think not!" said Gran.
Gran broke the saber lock, and swung his lightsaber at Dustil's legs. He severed them both. Dustil fell to the ground in pain.
"No!" yelled Dustil. "Finish me you old fool!"
"No," said Gran. "I leave you to suffer. Think about what you have done, you have betrayed everybody that cared about you. You've betrayed me and the entire Jedi order. I will not kill you, I leave you to face whomever you now call master. Goodbye."
"I hate you!" shouted Dustil.
Gran entered the Fighter and took off. Dustil laid there in pain and agony. He had lost Belaya, he had lost everybody he held dear once. He knew he couldn't turn back, not after what he had done. His fate was decided. Darth Palladium came into the clearing.
"I am disappointed Dustil," said Darth Palladium. "You couldn't defeat your master, and your friend is dead."
"I know, but I will kill him!" said Dustil. "I will have my vengeance!"