Chapter 10

So yeah if you guess who I based the dark Jedi in this chapter off of, I salute you, you paid enough attention in history class to understand the Russian Revolution (HINT). Also I'm surprised that no one I could find had this idea already (or at least a google search on any possible thing I could thing this could be under).

"You screwed up again," Davik sneered as he stabbed the soldier under his command. That left few left of his original company of soldiers. He felt a buzz on his holocomm. and put it on, allowing a fuzzy blue image to appear. Davik wasn't in the mood to deal with this. "Report," the deep voice came over.

"Oh you know, regular incompetence, you should have let me deal with this on my own instead of just doing what the Force says. Vader and the Emperor make it work for them, you should too.

"You know nothing," was the reply. Return to me, I have business to discuss."

"Yes Lord Raz." Davik replied. The Dark Jedi ended the conversation on his end. He was gifted with visions of the Force, and experiments with its power over all life. He could drive minds mad or rip a body limb from limb. That was if his appearance of stench didn't drive his unlucky victim mad first.

Lord Grigo Raz was tall and strong, with a flaming glow in his eyes. He never bathed or shaved and had a long disheveled beard to prove it. His intimidating stature and power in the Force intimidated anyone who dare cross him. He had a lust for power, and women. His exploits were notorious to those who knew him. It was no surprise he was a favorite of Palpatine.

Recently he had been troubled; the Force was giving visions, visions that were not friendly to him. Yes he saw certain visions of a Jedi Knight that would destroy Vader, he felt it was nothing. He chose the vision of a picture perfect world being annihilated. There were many more, of certain dooms and glorious victories. Yet those were in the distant future, nothing more than mists. He could deal with those later, when the time was right. What bothered him more were the clearer ones, the ones of his downfall.

The clearest one was of a Mandalorian, or so he thought, the person wore their armor. This one brandished an inspiring blue lightsaber, a Jedi too, and he saw the blade held at his throat. Then it cut out. He was determined not to make let that happen. The Jedi were extinct and meant to stay that way.

He decided to meditate on this more. Soon he felt himself slipping into a realm beyond the living one. He opened his eyes and stood up to find himself facing a masked man. He cackled, "You. I always knew I was destined for more."

"Fate is not written in the stars," The man replied, "You should know that."

"Of course you do, you're weak; you're dead." Raz said with a cackle, "You are nothing compared to me, what I see is law."

"You cannot see the full spectrum; you are closed to living Force around." The man replied. Raz quickly drew his double-bladed lightsaber. "I will destroy you once in for all," He snarled as he unleashed a barrage of Force lightening. The man absorbed the barrage as he stuck out his outstretched hand and redirected it to Raz. Raz knocked it away and battered his foe with debris. The masked specter jumped harmlessly away before leaping, propelled by the Force, right at the Dark Jedi, lightsaber drawn. The sabers locked. The Dark Jedi swung his weapon furiously, cutting low and high, nostrils flaring for the smell of blood, and a clean strike. The masked Jedi just parried each blow. He spun around his foe only to have to quickly step back to avoid being impaled by the back end of his enemy's blade.

They dueled spectacularly, not that there was an audience. The masked man Force pushed his enemy back the turned off his blade and calmly attached it to his side, "This is just the netherworlds of the Force, this battle is meaningless."

"Only that it proves you are weak." The masked man stood there blankly, "No, it does not. Before me you are nothing."

"Well I live and you are nothing but a spirit. Fool."

"I have chosen my champion, my light in the darkness. Perhaps the one I have chosen will not save the galaxy, but he will fight with courage and honor. He will be a true servant of the light like the ones that will win this war."

"So confident and you warn me against it. Hypocrite. I am all powerful. Soon this Empire will be mine."

"That fate is one of many, but the Force guides it, even I can feel it. This is just the beginning." With that the vision ended. Raz was thrown back into reality. He curled his upper lip in content, as he twisted the tip of his beard. He tended to do that deep in thought. That Mandalorian, Jedi, whatever he saw in the vision, they must die. That was certain. He knew what he had to do. The vision he had would not come true, he swore it.

Notes:

Yeah, sorry for a really short chapter, this was more of an intro to the character. So if you still don't get who it/I based it off…

C'mon I even made the name an abbreviation of his real one. Grigo Raz and an oh I don't know ri after Grigo and drop the z in Raz and add sputin after the Ras you can figure it out. If not GOOGLE THE DAMN GUY.