Author's Note: Glad to see you guys are still enjoying the story! Things are going to pick up very fast pretty soon. And as I said before, for the sake of my fan-fiction story, the Clone Wars is going to last about 12 years. I know, a very horribly long time but I needed to do that for the sake of my characters and the whole plotline involved. I don't think I counted Zekoloph's first 4 years of life. I think the war started after that age. So near the conclusion of my story, Zekoloph might be around age 16. This is like a parallel universe/alternate dimension type thing that's happening in regards to the original star wars universe. Events that follow the Clone Wars, you know where Anakin joins the darkside and becomes Darth Vader will still happen in sequence but obviously will be delayed a couple years. Thanks! And I hope you continue to read!

Chapter 12

The son of General Grievous turned 10 years old. As a gift, his father found a way to contact him with Senti-7's help and spoke with him for a short time. The conversation wasn't as long as Zekaloph would have liked but he understood the importance of secrecy and didn't want Count Dooku catching them. The General smiled at him beneath his war mask, his golden eyes showed Zekaloph the warm feelings that his father had for him. The boy was still bandaged as the remaining wounds healed but was able to stand on his own two feet and walk for a little while. He sat on the edge of his bed and looked at the holographic projection of his father standing right in front of him. Senti-7 kept his scanners operating at high efficiency to warn father and son in the event that any unwelcomed visitors approached from down the hall.

"I've missed you, father."

"And I have you, my son."

"I remembered what you said. And I've been doing as you told me too."

Grievous nodded.

"I know you have. I want you to succeed in your training so that one day you may return to me," General Grievous broke down into a coughing fit, secretly triggered when he fought to keep the emotion out of his voice.

"Father, when will we be together again?"

General Grievous looked down at the floor with one clawed hand behind his back apparently deep in thought for a moment. It was the one innocent question his son always asked and the one he never had an answer for.

"I don't know. I can't promise anything Zekaloph, but I will try to ensure that we meet again soon… if only for a few moments."

The Kaleesh boy nodded slowly with a smile blooming on his young face, clearly happy at such a prospect.

"Be good, my son. Do as the Count demands. Even if what he commands is dishonorable. You will regain your honor the day you are free of him. Remember that this arrangement is only temporary, until you have grown in knowledge and in strength."

"Yes, father. I will...I promise."

"That's my boy," Grievous's golden eyes crinkled up at the corners, indicating a smile beneath his war mask.

Zekaloph smiled back as he heard his father's voice for what would be the last time in months.

"Good-bye, Zekaloph…until next we speak"

"Good-bye, father."

The transmission was cut, the General's holographic image shrank down and disappeared within the communications disk on the floor. Zekaloph used the force to pull the disk to his hand. He wasn't as skilled, so it took him great concentration and effort to achieve the feat. The boy knew that Dooku would be training him with force techniques for the next three months. The Count hadn't told him as of yet, he just knew based on a force vision he'd had. It was kind of annoying when they happened in random uncontrolled episodes. The child looked forward to when he would master the ability to willfully control them. There was so much to learn that oftentimes the Kaleesh boy felt overwhelmed at the prospect of it all. His father if he had been with him, would have reminded him to take it one day at a time…one didn't become a skilled warrior overnight.

Zekaloph did confront Dooku and spoke to him of the dreams he had concerning the fall of Geonosis and the annihilation of the Separatist army. His Sith master was pleased to learn of his apparent success in the future duel between Obi-Wan and his apprentice Anakin Skywalker. Count Dooku was none the wiser that Zekaloph withheld other information, pertaining to Yoda's confrontation with the Sith master.

For the next 3 to 4 weeks, Count Dooku trained young Zekaloph strictly in regards to force meditation and honing his gift of foresight. They did not return to lightsaber drills immediately after the beating Zekaloph endured beforehand. It was not an act of mercy on the Count's part. It was a matter of priorities. It was necessary for Zekaloph to learn to master the force before he would be remotely experienced enough to complete his lightsaber training. The child had about another three years before he was initiated into the ranks of the Sith. The boy would be subjected to intense trials before his graduation. As Zekaloph had foreseen, Count Dooku did give him force-related training for three months straight before they integrated lightsaber training in addition to other lessons.

The child was a fast learner, which was a really good thing. He had to be… or risk certain death. The Count was harsh and unmerciful but it was shaping the boy into a strong, hardened soul. Over the course of a couple years, Zekaloph had grown exceptionally strong in both body and in mind. The twelve year old had learned to mind his master and do as he was instructed. If he made an error, the young warrior was able to handle whatever punishment Dooku unleashed upon him, whether it be physical or psychological without any complaint. If he knew the Count was about to physically abuse him, he did not cower, whimper, or recoil but stood firmly in place with a level gaze and with Kaleesh pride, he took his torture and punishments like a true warrior, unflinching and devoid of any cries of pain. His father would be proud of him. He became very proficient in all of his trainings and grew stronger in the force. He had developed a clear ability to access and control force visions, namely ones concerning the future fall of Geonosis.

By the time he turned 12, Dooku had given him a very difficult test. Zekaloph was not overly fond of that memory...

He was called into the training room where Dooku was standing above a prisoner of some sort. The prisoner had his hands tied behind his back and a cloth sack covered his head. The boy was uncertain of why his master would call him here in regards to this…

"Yes Master?"

"Zekaloph, this is a prisoner of war. Let me introduce you to him."

The Sith Lord ripped the cloth off the man's head to reveal a bloodied and bruised face. The bearded man looked worn and haggard. The Kaleesh youngling wondered how long he had been held captive. He looked weak and malnourished. He had the Republic's mark tattooed on his left shoulder.

"This is our enemy. We are at war. You will soon have to choose which side you want to be on. Ours…or his," Dooku sneered cruelly down at the dazed human.

The prisoner began to understand where Dooku was going with his little speech. His face paled considerably.

"It is finally time for you Zekaloph…to learn a most serious lesson. In war, it's either you…or them. You must learn to accept this and shun all guilt and shame. Mercy is for the weak."

Dooku ignited a crimson lightsaber and shoved the man down on the floor. The Sith master waved Zekaloph forward and gave him the lightsaber.

"Kill him Zekaloph."

The boy was uncertain and his eyes darted from Dooku's hardened, merciless gaze to the prisoner's silently pleading one. The child looked down at the lightsaber in his hands and squeezed his eyes closed with clenched teeth. He knew what he had to do…he was just having a hard time accepting it. It was dishonorable to slay an enemy who had no weapon. He was not meant to be an executioner!

"I said KILL him, boy!" Dooku snarled angrily.

Zekaloph opened his eyes and took a deep breath. He remembered what his father told him about obeying the Count even if what he commanded was dishonorable. His father wasn't kidding about the dishonor part…

The child internally suppressed all emotion until he was numb. He didn't want to feel guilt concerning the murder of a helpless prisoner. He quickly swung the lightsaber before he could allow his mind second thoughts…

He passed his test successfully. He didn't even hear Dooku congratulating him. Zekaloph handed the now deactivated lightsaber hilt back to his master wordlessly and left the training room, feeling as if he'd just lost a part of his very soul.

Zekaloph was often plagued with the nightmare concerning his father's death at the hands of Obi-Wan Kenobi but knew it wasn't going to happen for another few years at least. Senti-7 had already delivered that particular report to Grievous the week after the droid revealed to Zekaloph his true origins.

The child had been able to communicate with his father every now and then. Over the course of time, Grievous did begin to see a change in his son. He recognized both the good changes…and the bad. His son had grown very strong physically and mentally but his child's original, innocent, fun-loving, compassionate personality had begun to fade. In place of the original temperament, his boy had grown strictly serious, rarely ever smiled, and never laughed. It had been a long time since Grievous had even heard his son laugh. He missed that laugh…and the rage he felt for Dooku had only intensified during the passing months. The General was also angry at himself, for he was as much to blame for his son's transformation as the Sith master.

Then came the day when father and son were finally permitted to meet in person at long last…

Count Dooku took Zekaloph along to meet with his father, strictly on business matters. His son was now completely devoid of his training saber. That was one of the first things Grievous noticed when he saw his son walk in the room with the Count for their business meeting.

The child sat beside Dooku throughout their meeting and Grievous had to fight the urge to focus all of his attention on his son. Zekaloph was garbed in traditional Sith attire and had his Kaleesh war mask on. Grievous's reptilian eyes would dart occasionally to meet Zekaloph's stoic gaze to see the boy had his own identical, golden eyes fixed upon him the entire time. The General tried not to be distracted and at one point spaced out while Dooku was talking to him when he glanced at his son's rather blank expression and internally wondered what the boy was thinking. Was Zekaloph angry at him? He had become very difficult to read. He wasn't at all like the old Zekaloph he had known, who had been like an open book when it came to what he was thinking and feeling.

"General…are you paying attention?"

Grievous snapped his head back to look at Dooku and nodded.

"Yes, Count. Proceed."

The old man looked mildly annoyed at Grievous's inattentiveness. He repeated the previous question with a frown.

"Have our assets been relocated?"

"They were moved from Geonosis to our secondary location. The manufacturing and production of all droid models requested have resumed and will continue until you so order it, Lord Dooku."

"And what of the shipyards?"

"The Alpha site remains concealed with cloaking and holographic technologies and remain undiscovered. The other we've run into some difficulties..."

Dooku narrowed his eyes although he remained calm despite the iciness and warning tone of voice.

"What sort of difficulties?"

Grievous wasn't looking forward to giving Dooku this particular report.

"A couple Rodian technicians were sighted leaving the shipyard after closing hours last week. They returned three days later but their credentials did not match up. We launched an immediate investigation. The bodies of the original technicians were found fifty-eight miles from the shipyard. The two imposters fled. We pursued them but they…they escaped…"

Count Dooku's face darkened and he clenched his hands into fists and did not bother to hide his anger.

"You mean to tell me, that two Republic spies slipped past your guard?! They could jeopardize our entire operation! Do you not realize the consequences for such a blunder, you idiotic fool?!"

General Grievous having worked so long with Count Dooku, was rather used to the Sith's rage induced rants, so was therefore unfazed by his master's verbal aggression. He sought to appease him.

"My Lord Dooku, the facility has been moved off site to a more remote location in a nearby, uncharted star system that is not in any of the Republic's known databases. We have taken drastic measures to keep the shipyard's new whereabouts top secret. Very few know of its existence and the ones that do...are either devout Separatist loyalists or victims of our newly christened Death Squad," Grievous chuckled rather darkly in a gleeful sort of way while rubbing his clawed hands together.

Count Dooku had indeed been appeased, at least for now, and was eager to know more.

"What sort of death squad?"

"A deadly task force newly designed to eliminate any potential threats to the facility."

Dooku nodded slowly and leaned back in his chair.

"Droids, I presume?"

Grievous nodded.

"Newly upgraded assassin droids with stealth mode and cloaking technology. They were beta tested with most promising results before integrating them within the facility and the out laying regions surrounding the shipyard."

"What were the results?"

Grievous chuckled darkly again and reached beneath the table and then dropped the object in question in front of the Count. It was a Clone Captain's helmet, dented and spattered with flecks of human blood. It was well known to all, how difficult it was to kill a soon-to-be Clone Commander. They were the most intelligent and the most experienced of all Clones. Few were ever given such a high ranking position.

The Separatists had managed to capture one in the past but the prisoner was unyielding to their interrogation and torture techniques and died within a month. The Republic did a good job safeguarding their most valuable secrets and Intel. The Clone Commanders as well as the Captains were more than willing to die for the Republic and were the least likely to betray them. The Separatists had recently posted a bounty on Clone Commanders Cody and Rex for the sum of one million credits each, dead or alive. Without those two Commanders leading the majority of the Clones…the Republic would be crippled on some level.

Now that they had Zekaloph's force gift at their disposal, any other Clone Commanders besides Cody and Rex were to be terminated on sight. There were other ways the Separatists could win the war.

Dooku raised an eyebrow and looked a little skeptical.

"How did you come about this, General?"

"We sent the Death Squad out to meet a small garrison of Clones that had been intent on sabotaging one of our critical research outposts. They were slain in a matter of seconds."

This really did have the Sith Lord's attention.

"Seconds? Are you sure you aren't over exaggerating?"

Grievous cackled madly and pulled up a security video and projected it above the table as a holo-vid. It showed about fourteen Clones exiting a gunship all splitting up to go separate ways to achieve their individual assignments. The majority of them didn't even make it ten feet before the screams and blood began. They mysteriously started dropping dead one after another. The first two were assaulted by some invisible entities and didn't even have a chance to fire their blasters. Their helmets flew off after they were violently kicked down, revealing the scarred faces of two troopers, one of which was a Clone veteran. Their necks were quickly broken by deadly, invisible hands. Before their bodies even hit the ground, the rest in the near vicinity were quickly dispatched. A couple Clone troopers fired their blasters in the direction of one of their fallen brethren after that particular Clone's head came clean off. They shouted and screamed for backup amidst all the confusion as Clone troopers were beaten, broken, and killed in a whirlwind of chaos. The few Clones that had made it beyond the drop off point had been alerted to the other troopers screams and returned to investigate, only to meet a doomed fate themselves.

The last Clone standing had been the Clone Captain who had been trying desperately to send a distress signal out when he helplessly witnessed the deaths of all his underlings. He was lifted up by an invisible force and his body was slammed violently against the side of the Gunship a few times. It showed the Clone kicking an invisible assailant off, giving him a chance to grab a blaster pistol beside him.

He fired off a few rounds but didn't seem to hit anything. He shouted out a challenge that was gladly met.

"Show yourself!"

Before he could fire off another shot his invisible attacker, quickly and quite unexpectedly, broke the Clone's arm that was holding the weapon eliciting a scream of pain from the Clone Captain. He was lifted up into the air by his throat.

The invisible assassin droid de-cloaked revealing its true form. It was a solid metallic black and was thin and sleek but still intimidating. It looked a little similar to a commando droid unit but was larger in size. One by one, the additional eleven droids dropped their cloaks, all of them congregating near the last doomed Clone. The droid holding the Captain by the throat, pulled a weapon from a sheath on its back.

Before he could utter another word, the Clone Captain was mercilessly impaled with the vibro-sword. His helmet slid off after his body slumped over and the droid re-cloaked and retrieved the helmet.

The entire assassination of the fourteen Clones took approximately fifty-eight seconds.

"All traces of their whereabouts were either concealed or erased. The Republic received the report that the Intel concerning our facility was faulty and that the Clone garrison's dropship had been waylaid and destroyed by pirates after they completed their mission. The Republic never sent another team to investigate."

Zekaloph had been silent the entire time, simply taking in all of the information. He knew not to speak unless spoken too. Count Dooku smiled.

"You have done well General, despite your rather disappointing failures. I have brought your son here to discuss with you in greater detail one of the Republic's next missions. He has learned much and his knowledge of future events is paramount to the survival and success of the Separatist campaign.

Both adults turned their attention on him and Zekaloph took the obvious cue to start speaking. When he spoke, he sounded far more mature than Grievous remembered. He listened intently to what his son had to say.

"The two Republic spies that escaped…reported directly to the Jedi Council. The Jedi did in fact go to the previous location of the shipyard you were mentioning before you relocated it and found no evidence that the shipyard had even existed. While this would normally have closed the case, the Jedi were still convinced that the two infiltrator's report remained true and have resumed their search. The two escaped spies are about to embark on a mission entrusted to them by the Republic high command. They are going to be accompanied by a young Jedi Padawan by the name of Ahsoka. Her mission is to ensure the safety of the two Republic informants."

"Do you know where they are going?" Grievous questioned hopefully.

Zekaloph nodded solemnly and looked his father in the eyes. They would be travelling to the planet of his father's future murder at the hands of the Jedi Obi-Wan.

"They are going to the planet Utapau. I'm afraid…I don't specifically know the exact location they will be on the planet. I just know that they will be heading for a cantina of some sort where they are to meet with a possible Separatist traitor. I know for certain that these events will take place seven days from now."

Zekaloph half-smiled at his father and gave him a subtle nod with a twinkle in his eye, indicating he knew something concerning the both of them that was soon going to take place just before Dooku began speaking again.

"The two spies must be eliminated. If the informant they are meeting is a Separatist traitor, that individual must also be terminated."

"What of the Jedi that will be accompanying them?" Grievous twitched a clawed hand as if anticipating the opportunity to be the one charged with assassinating her.

"That is why your son is here, General. You will accompany Zekaloph down to the planet, find these spies and the Separatist traitor and deal with them. That is your mission. Confronting and slaying the Jedi Padawan is Zekaloph's task and his alone."

General Grievous nodded in acceptance.

Count Dooku narrowed his eyes dangerously at Grievous and gave him a serious warning.

"Do not interfere with Zekaloph's mission…do we understand one another?"

"Yes, Lord Dooku. We will prepare to depart immediately."

Dooku stood from his chair and handed Zekaloph a black, velvet pouch filled with an assortment of tools and supplies for a secondary assignment for his young student. The Kaleesh boy took it without question although a brief expression of curiosity crossed his face beneath his mask. He resisted the childish urge to peek inside the sealed pouch and silently awaited an explanation from his master.

"If you want to defeat your new Jedi adversary, you must successfully construct your first real lightsaber. You have less than seven days to complete it. Do not return to me until your mission has been met with complete success," Dooku looked down at his apprentice seriously.

"Yes, Master."

"I'm sure I've reminded you before what punishment awaits you, should you fail."

Zekaloph bowed both respectfully and submissively. He looked up at the count with fiery determination burning in his golden, reptilian eyes.

"I will not fail you, Master."

"After you have completed your first mission successfully, you will then face your first trial and go to Korriban to the tomb of Razer, a famous Sith Lord who has been lost to the fabrics of time and retrieve an artifact I will assign to you at that appointed time. It will be perilous and few have ever returned from the tomb alive. You will be intrigued to know what history lays there. If you fail the current mission I'm entrusting you and your father with…you will not be granted the honor of embarking upon your first Sith trial and will have to wait until you've proven your worth."

Zekaloph nodded and held the pouch containing the essentials necessary to construct his first lightsaber against his chest.

"I won't let you down Master."

Dooku smiled at him before turning to Grievous.

"You will both have to leave the fleet behind in Separatist space and travel to your objective discreetly."

"We shall do so accordingly," Grievous nodded his head once and then turned around and began to leave the room.

Zekaloph said farewell to Count Dooku and followed after his father silently. Count Dooku watched them leave and then boarded his own cruiser, departing soon after to return to his secret abode.

Father and son walked side by side in companionable silence for a few minutes.

"We finally get to see each other again in person…and I'm at a loss of what to say," Zekaloph turned his masked head away sheepishly while rubbing the back of his neck.

Grievous nodded and slowed his long strides to stand above his rapidly growing son. Zekaloph now stood a couple feet taller than he had since their farewell two years ago.

"We have much to discuss during our impending journey."

Zekaloph tied the satchel containing the parts for constructing his first lightsaber to his belt and then went to retrieve a duffel bag full of necessary essentials for their trip. He boarded a small cargo craft that was purchased from a smuggler on Correllia and fired up the engines.

General Grievous widened his eyes in surprise.

"You know how to pilot a starship?"

Zekaloph nodded without turning around from his work but when he did he smiled at his father's incredulous expression that he could still read behind the mask and at his father's posture which clearly indicated he was having a hard time believing all of this.

"Yes father. I've been flying Dooku's shuttle to and from his boring Separatist councils. He made me learn about six months ago."

Zekaloph flipped the final switch on the console that completed the pre-flight sequence and took his place in the pilot's chair.

Grievous was very reluctant to allow his twelve and a half year old son to take command of the vessel and had half a mind to drag his son out of the pilot's chair and fly the craft himself. It wasn't that he didn't have faith in Zekaloph's abilities…it was more or less the fact he was having a hard time adjusting to the fact that his son had grown so much. He had secretly been hoping to be the one to give his son his first flying lesson. He missed out on that chance and deep down inside, it actually stung a little. What other important things had he missed out on in his son's life?

He got in the co-pilots chair and strapped himself in.

Zekaloph placed both hands on the flight controls and lifted off. He expertly maneuvered the craft away from the rest of the Separatist fleet and once they were out a safe distance, punched in the coordinates for Utapau and pulled a lever down to jump to lightspeed.

He and his father really did have a lot of catching up to do. Their flight would take them at least two days, giving them another five to locate the cantina that the Republic miscreants would meet. The soon to be 13 year old was a little excited at the prospect of successfully completing his first real mission.

Grievous sat silently for a few minutes allowing the wheels in his mind to turn as the gravity of their assignments began to weigh heavily on him. His son would be fighting a Jedi…with real lightsabers. The father in him felt the boy was still too young to take on a Jedi all by himself. Even if that Jedi was a child herself. Grievous thought about slaying the Jedi whelp himself and just give Zekaloph all the credit. The General knew better. Dooku had many spies that reported directly to him regarding whether or not his loyal subjects completed their assigned tasks. Grievous knew that there was no stopping the inevitable. His son would not remain a child for long. This was Zekaloph's chance to earn great honor by slaying one of their most hated Jedi enemies! This would also prove to the Count that his son was still worthy of life. His son's mission…had to remain his own. It was a little hard for Grievous to accept but he knew it had to be this way.

The General glanced over at his son who was adjusting one of the instruments on the overhead panel. He was tempted to just give Zekaloph a lightsaber rather than have him build his own. Yet again, this was a chance for the infamous General of the Droid Armies to witness and quite possibly learn himself, how to construct a lightsaber. The Kaleesh warlord never had to construct his own. He just collected lightsabers from his slain Jedi enemies.

His son had stopped fiddling with the ship's controls and reclined in his chair. He closed his eyes as if resting but softly spoke and broke the silence.

"I'm not mad at you."

Grievous was snapped out of his reverie and looked at Zekaloph in mild surprise.

"What?"

"I said, I'm not mad at you."

Grievous could only stare at him in complete bewilderment. Was staring at his son that kriffing obvious during the meeting? He had tried to be discreet. No wonder Dooku had been losing patience with him…

"How could you have possibly known what I was thinking?"

He had internalized the unspoken question concerning whether his son was angry with him or not. How did the boy know? He was really curious to know Zekaloph's secret.

Zekaloph opened his eyes to look at his father.

"During the meeting today…I sensed your nervous paranoia"

Grievous scoffed.

"Bah! That's ridiculous! I never have nervous paranoia!"

Zekaloph removed his war mask and ran a hand over his scaly face, only to turn and give his father a flat look. He narrowed his gold reptilian eyes at Grievous.

"YES. You did!"

"No I didn't!" Grievous retorted with a huff while turning his head away from his son to stare at the wall beside him.

"Father…just admit it!"

Grievous narrowed his eyes at Zekaloph and growled out one word.

"Never."

"You can't deny it!" Zekaloph persisted as a smile began tugging at the corners of his lips.

When the General turned his head in order to deny it he was met with the smiling face of his son. The words instantly died in his throat. Oh how he had missed that smile… Pretty soon Grievous found himself smiling as well and let out a humored chuckle.

"My son knows me too well."

Zekaloph soon turned serious again and set the ship on autopilot. He slid out of the pilot's chair and untied the small satchel from his belt and peered inside to find the necessary parts and tools to begin construction of his first lightsaber.

"Well…I guess I better get to work on this. I don't want to face the Jedi without a weapon…"

Grievous nodded silently and watched his son sit cross legged on the floor. Zekaloph dumped the contents on the cabin's floor mats. One silver piece bounced away out of Zekaloph's reach. The boy stretched a hand out and using the force, called the object in question back to his awaiting hand. Grievous's eyeballs nearly popped clean out of his masked head when he witnessed the spectacle. Sure he'd seen other force users do the same thing but it was quite different seeing one of his children doing it!

Zekaloph caught his father's incredulous expression and laughed.

Grievous snapped out of his shocked daze at the sound of his son's laughter. He closed his eyes for a moment and savored the sweet, happy sound and tried committing it to long-term memory. It had been nearly over a year since he'd last heard it. Maybe deep down, his boy was still the same old Zekaloph he had known before sending him away. It gave him some hope…

"Father, are you okay?"

The General opened his eyes and looked down at his child.

"I've never been better." Grievous nodded, feeling like some of the darkness that had plagued his bitter heart had lifted. It was a good feeling…he only wished it would last.

He gazed fondly down at his youngest son and watched him for the next four hours as Zekaloph tried to assemble the lightsaber, sometimes throwing in semi-helpful suggestions when the boy would run into a difficult problem. He wanted to help his son but firstly he didn't know a kriffing thing when it came to constructing a lightsaber and secondly, this was Zekaloph's assignment.

Father and son spent the next two days simply enjoying each other's company while Zekaloph worked on his weapon assemblage, both wishing that this time together would never end…

TO BE CONTINUED!

Author's Note: Eh-heh…I have something to admit. If there are a lot of you that are hard-core JEDI fans…or Ahsoka fans… -does a General Grievous cough- sorry you might be disappointed with what might happen in the next chapter…. Just saying. :/ After all, this is a Dark-side/Sith/Separatist/villians-win and good-guys lose kind of story. Which for me is reaaaallly weird. I usually write all my stories the opposite way where the good guys always win. So this is definitely a drastic change for me… BUT if you want to think about it in the case of the Kaleesh…and from their perspective….the Jedi are evil. Cause they WERE responsible for a lot of calamities that befell Sheelal's people, such as starvation, slavery, and death. For the sake of this story, I leave the perspective of good and evil up to you though! X3 Please read and review! And I sure hope many of you stick around for the remainder of the story! Thanks for adding me to alerts and favorites! : )