Part IV
"My lord, it is done." Starkiller said to his master as he knelt down before him. "Well done my apprentice, your next mission is to eliminate a rogue Jedi known as Sharad Hett." Darth Vader said. "He is powerful, mind your steps young one." He continued. "It will be done my lord." Starkiller responded. "Pray that you will not fail me." Vader said.
The bounty hunter doubled over onto the table he sat at. "Bartender, get- another...round!" He said through his drunken manorisms. "Ya' got the credits?" The bartender asked. "Of course I do." He responded, he reached into his pocket pulling out only lint. "Oh! Hmm... Can I just have one more?" The bounty hunter asked. "No." The bartender said. The bounty hunter got up and ignited his two lightsabers. "Give me a drink, scum." The bounty hunter said. "Who are you?" The bartender asked. "He's the man I came to kill." Starkiller said as he entered the bar and ignited his lightsaber. "Man, who are you?! Oh lemme guess, one of Vader's little errand boys hmm?" Hett said. "You can say that, he wanted me to take out the trash." Starkiller said as he force-pushed Sharad through the Cantina wall and onto a Mos Eisley street. "Time to die Jedi." "Ah, you don't know who you're messing with kid." Sharad Hett summoned his helmet and readied himself. Starkiller lashed at Hett's midsection, Hett blocked. Hett slashed and hacked with his two lightsaber offensive. A series of blocks and dodges throughout the fight continued. Starkiller tried to use force lightning against Hett, Hett absorbed its energy and countered with a release of force energy, this sent Starkiller soaring into a merchant's stand. "Go home boy, I'm too much for you." Hett taunted. Starkiller charged, Hett sidestepped and he stoked at Starkiller's legs and arms. Starkiller fell into the sand. He tossed his lightsaber into the ground next to Starkiller. "I'm dead." Hett said as he got on his speeder and disappeared over the horizon...
"AHHHHH! I'M GONNA KILL ALL OF YOU! YOU ALIEN SCUM!" Sharad Hett screamed as the aliens locked him to their operating table. He saw their faces, pure evil, gray aliens. He was on their ship for years now. Tortured, ragged, and ravaged he was weak. The Yuuzhan Vong wanted a Jedi to experiment on. He saw the armor in the corner of his eye. "YOU ARE NOT PUTTING ME IN THAT THING!" He yelled again. The Yuuzhan Vong operator punched Hett in the head. They lifted the armor over him, the armor was reaching for his skin. "NO, NO, NO NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Hett yelled. They dropped the armor on top of his body. The searing pain engulfed Hett, the armor became one with his skin, attaching itself to his nervous system. He felt the extension of the force flow through the organic armor. The pain continued throughout his body, it changed now it felt like coma inducing sharp pain. All throughout his body it felt like someone was stabbing his skin repeatedly. "YOU'RE ALL GONNA DIE, I WILL MURDER ALL OF YOU, THEN I WILL KILL YOUR KIN!" Hett yelled through his pain. The pain was too much, Hett went unconscious. He awoke hanging to the side of a cell wall, in front of him was his dark master. "My master, do you have my lightsabers?" Hett asked. "Yes my apprentice." Verge said. His Jedi robes were ripped and tattered. Verge ignited one of the lightsabers and cut Hett free. Hett fell to the floor. The armor was grayish black with several spikes and extremities sticking out of the armor. "Remember what I taught you here my apprentice, go to Korriban and learn from the true masters of the Darkside of the Force." Verge said as he handed Hett the lightsabers. "You are no longer Sharad Hett, henceforth you be named Darth Kryat." Verge said. "Thank you master. I must go now." Hett said as he ballasted through the cell door. He went on a killing spree all the way back to his shuttle, he mercilessly killed Yuuzhan Vong as he went. The armor protected him from everything. He scorched soldiers with his force lightning. He narrowly escaped their ship and plotted a course for Korriban. The abandoned Sith ruins were covered in dust and dirt, Kryat felt the force draw him toward a certain temple. This temple had a red beam firing into the sky, pyramid-like and made of red rock. He entered the temple, he felt a strong presence of the Darkside here. He liked that. "Kneel before me Sith." A voice said. Kryat ignited his lightsaber in defense. "Who are you?" Kryat asked. The spirit flew through his body and appeared in front of him. "I am Darth Nihilus, The Lord of Hunger. What do you seek?" The spirit said. "I seek training in the Darkside, I seek to restore the Great Sith Empire." Kryat said. "Indeed, I feel your truth in your words. I will train you in the Darkside. My new apprentice."