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Kallig and Canus are both canon characters of both the Old republic and Dragon Age. 00virtuezero is aware of the identity of Kallig as it was his idea to make her part of the Sith, basing her armour off of Faora-Ul's from the Man of Steel movie, though her helmet and Canus's armour are items available in the Old republic game. Kallig is also the canon name/alias of the Sith Inquisitor as reference by the Star Wars Wiki.

This chapter uses planets, characters and concepts used by 'The Star Wars' Dark Horse comic.


Dragon Wars: The Force of Others

Episode 25: Operation on Ophuchi

She walked into her chambers, the bones of dragons displayed in cases around her bed. A mage's staff was well preserved in another glass case, it had been treated well, as if it was precious to her. Plates of armour covered her hard suit, armour somewhat similar to what people from Thedas wore. A black helmet skull like mask covered her face. Strapped to her skirt armour was a light sabre with a round hilt. She walked towards a ring, seven circles lit up around her as she knelt. One by one, members of the dark council formed to oversee Thedas appeared. Bearing more authority than Tarkin, and consisting of the most powerful Sith lords in the sector, they bore the name Darth and command over her destiny.

First came Darth Asher, a replacement for a recently killed dark lord. A man whom believed in absolute honesty, he was handsome, not affected by dark side degradation. Second appeared Darth Zannah, torturer, manipulator, a blonde haired woman with diamond tattoos on her pale skin. Following her was Darth Lumiya, former regent of Kirkwall, a woman who was more machine than human in both body and soul. Then came the Sith pureblood, Darth Vindican. He was not the only alien in the council, standing taller than the others was the hologram of the Muun dark lord, Darth Plagueis. The sixth hologram showed a woman in a sleeveless robe that exposed her midriff. The seventh holographic pad though was inactive.

"Where is he?" she asked, raising her head to look at Darth Plagueis.

"We summoned you Inquisitor Kallig, not him," Plagueis said.

She bowed her head, awaiting whatever order they gave. Though she specifically admired only one of the council members, she served at the pleasure of the other lords and ladies too. As an acolyte of the Sith, she had cast aside her old life in Thedas, embraced a new name, the dark side and loyalty to the will of her masters.

"What is your bidding?" she asked.

"Rebels in the North, rebels in the South, rebels in the East, and to the west," Zannah mused.

"Disorganised rabble, we do not yet know if they are a larger scale rebellion," Lumiya said.

"But you can't deny, Kirkwall only rebelled because of the success of the Ferelden rebels," Asher said.

"If one could call the massacre of the mages and the destruction of their country a success," said the new addition to the council.

She must have been Darth Kaius's replacement, brought in from off world. She was a dark haired woman, the make up around her eyes giving away her elite upbringing. As if sensing her confusion, Asher stood and waved his hands towards the newcomer in a mock bow.

"Vaverone Zare, latest addition to our humble council, she caused quite a stir when she went into the republic space and secured a very specific item for us," Asher explained.

"Darth Alluress, that is the title I have taken on," Zare said.

"Inquisitor Kallig, you have hunted rebels of a particular skill set before, we believe the survivors of the Ferelden rebellion have force users amongst them," Lumiya said.

"I will capture and attempt to turn them masters, and if they do not give in, I will destroy them along with the rebels," Kallig said.

"As expected, fail us and you know the consequences," Zannah said as one by one the council members disappeared.

All except Plagueis, who drew Kallig's attention.

"Is there anything else master?" she asked.

"Something the other council members must not learn of, this is his will, he has found four individuals he wants you to train," Plagueis said.

"If it is as my true master wishes, then so it shall be!"


Space-Thedas/Bendu System

Dorian marvelled at the sight from the bridge, the stars, the planets and all the other wonders of space. He also smirked to himself, he was the first member of his family to reach space (the last member too if his father didn't get his way). Having dressed in the red robes of a Sith acolyte, he turned to his commander for the upcoming mission. Fausten stood with his hands behind his back, watching his crew. They were a competent lot, of course nothing was going wrong so of course they would perform well. Dorian took a few steps towards the captain, but stopped when one of the officers ran to him.

"Captain, a shuttle has just exited warp speed, it is a Sith shuttle and it has showed the relevant codes," the officer said.

"The rebels recently used a stolen shuttle to steal from a mining base, why are they in this sector?" Fausten asked.

"They request to board us, they said they are passing through Bendu to get to Ophuchi!"

Fausten nodded his head, turned on his heel and began walking down the walkway.

"Lower the hanger shields, have the turrets follow its movement carefully, I want a security team ready at the landing bay," Fausten explained, speaking like a real commander.

"May I come along?" Dorian asked.

"Yes Pavus, please walk with me," Fausten said.

They stepped into the elevator, the machine beginning to take them down.

"Who are we welcoming?" Dorian asked.

"A Sith acolyte, our back up for the operation, even though I have assurances that I'll still be in charge," Fausten leant his head against the wall and sighed.

"Acolytes, force warriors right?"

"Yeah, this one is apparently new from the Sith academy, though he's already proven himself in several missions for his master. What I was able to confirm is that he is indeed from Thedas," Fausten explained.

"Hmm, it would be good to have a mage to back up my spells," Dorian muttered.

"He's not a mage, force sensitive of course, but he apparently excelled not with force techniques, but light sabre combat," the elevator came to a halt and Fausten led Dorian through the corridors of the ship.

Troopers lined up outside the Sith craft. It landed between the squadrons of troopers, drawing a whistle from Fausten.

"The Fury Class-Imperial interceptor, quite a ship from what I've heard," he said.

"It certainly looks impressive, but looks aren't all important...well, it has to be when compared to me," Dorian grinned and Fausten chuckled.

"At attention now Pavus, we're about to meet our betters," Fausten said, a smirk crossing his face before he set it to a disciplined stare.

The hatch opened and a group of four stepped off. At the front was a dark haired man in a grey and black imperial intelligence uniform. Coming up behind him was a bulkier man in Sith trooper armour, he had patches of his red hair shaved across his head, similar to a style Dorian had seen on some Qunari. Though he clearly wasn't Qunari, and was clearly the opposite of the refined man in front of him, all gruff and scowls. A brighter face came after them, a Twi'lek girl with black marks on her tails, a red and silver crown across her forehead and a shock collar around the back of her neck. Despite this and her simplistic and dull clothes, she still wore a smile.

Then the fourth member of the group stepped forward. All became silent, the brightness sucked from the room. He was tall and muscular, from what Dorian could see from the exposed parts of his hard suit. But much of his body was covered by patches of armour and robes, Dorian had heard it been called 'Recluse' armour before. The mask on the helmet covered the man's face. Robes hung off of his belt and his head scanned the room. Dorian noticed the black long sword attached to his back. He knew of Sith acolytes from Thedas to carry some form of customised light sabre, different from what most Sith used.

"Captain Fausten Thrennhold, welcome to the Skylark," the captain saluted.

"Agent Malavai Quinn of Imperial intelligence, at ease captain you are still in charge," the agent said.

"Lieutenant Pierce," the trooper said gruffly.

"This is Vette, she is not officially part of the military, consider her more equipment than crew," Malavai said, pointing one thumb at the Twi'lek.

"As this is my ship I'll consider her personnel Agent Quinn," Fausten put on a fake smile, and nodded to the Twi'lek.

"As expected captain!" the voice distorting effects of the Sith Warrior's helmet took Dorian aback.

He felt his hairs raised as the man drew closer. Dorian's hand sparked with electricity, he braced himself as the warrior lifted his hand.

"Canus Indagator captain, request permission to step onto the bridge," he said, settling his hand into a salute.

"Permission granted my lord," Fausten nodded his head.

The armoured warrior and his entourage walked past Fausten and Dorian finally let out a sigh. He settled his hand, gripping his heart for a moment.

"They can have that affect," Fausten said.

"He's very different from the posers you dispatched at the party," Dorian said.

"If I were to even try to fight Canus, I am sure Dorian that I would lose within three moves or less."

He said that with the utmost of confidence in his assessment, more than his faith in his abilities. Yet his confident expression wasn't lost. Following after the warrior, Fausten and Dorian walked through the corridors with the small group.

"I understand you recently came from the capital world Lord Canus," Fausten said.

"I am no lord, consider me a commander, I am still apprenticed to Darth Baras," Canus said.

"I am not familiar with the name I am afraid."

"He is prominent in the imperial core, and he's taken an interest in this system and the planets in it," Malavai said.

"So there's more than one planet in this system that supports intelligent life?" Dorian asked.

Malavai raised his eyebrows at Dorian's presence. Pierce rolled his eyes dismissively, but the imperial agent looked at Dorian with suspicion.

"There are a few, though the term 'intelligent' can be debatable for some," Fausten said.

"Well do they talk?" Dorian asked.

"Yes but the ability to communicate does not always make one intelligent," Fausten shrugged.

"There are six worlds that are occupied by sapient beings, this one we're going to is Ophuchi, a colonial world that is part of the Aquilae kingdom. Then there is Aquilae, the capital of their kingdom, followed by Ogana Major, their biggest military base," Canus explained as he stepped into the elevator with Vette, inviting Dorian and Fausten on board as well.

"We will catch up with..." Malavai was cut off when the door closed.

"Ogana minor and major are military bases so we don't count those," Fausten said.

"Ogana Minor was taken by the empire recently anyway. There is Napalev, occupied by avian reptillian species like the Inturas and the Gorkarns, the desert world of Ses'Rekh supports the amphibious Larasian and Relld, the other three worlds we have been unable to formally map and catalogue, but we are aware there is life on them," Canus explained.

"What can we expect on Ophuchi?" Dorian asked.

"Mix-developed society," Vette shrugged. "They have blasters, but they also still use pikes and armour. They're a mostly human population, but they share their worlds with the Yourellians," she elaborated.

"I see, so in some ways they're newer to galactic travel than we on Thedas are," Dorian mused.

They reached the bridge, Fausten was the first out, relaying orders to the crew. Dorian walked to the starboard side window, looking out at the orange planet, so there was desert and dust clouds on it. He spotted lasers coming out of orbit, hitting the shields of another Imperial Star Destroyer there. A hologram came on screen, another imperial captain appearing before the crew.

"Am I addressing Captain Thrennhold of the Skylark?" the captain asked.

"You are, we have come to provide reinforcements, what forces do you have on the ground already?" Fausten asked.

"I deployed the 31st mobile legion under the command of Commander Ryatt, but he hasn't checked in," the captain said. "I am captain Hastings in command of the imperial garrison here, I want you to deploy your forces ground side immediately and reinforce my men."

"How long ago did you lose contact with your forces?"

"Three hours ago, why?" Hastings asked.

"What intelligence have you gathered concerning the enemy positions?"

"I fail to..."

"Have your communications officer download all your Intel to my ship," Fausten said.

"Do as he says captain Hastings," Canus said, stepping into Hastings's view.

The older man gulped upon seeing the acolyte, he hesitantly nodded his head and turned to his communications officer. Fausten's own officer, a Rivaini girl received the details.

"I have it sir," she said.

"Good, Agent Quinn," Fausten turned to Malavai as he exited the elevator. "Work with Ensign Maya and compose a map of the enemy bases in relation to the last known position of our units on the ground," he commanded.

"Captain I..."

"Do as he says Quinn," Canus said and the imperial agent hesitantly nodded his head.

They worked at their console, cycling through various menus and data. Pierce frowned at Fausten as he turned towards him.

"I don't take orders from you caveman," he said.

"Then you'll be spending the majority of your time in the mess hall Lieutenant, Miss Vette," Fausten turned to the Twi'lek girl, making Pierce grit his teeth together.

She too was surprised by Fausten's interest and polite tone, though still commanding tone.

"I've put together a team of troopers I'd like you to accompany, they'll be preparing in bay twelve as we speak, please go there now," he said.

Vette looked to Canus, whom nodded his head. She rubbed her neck for a moment before walking to the lift.

"I'm not leaving this in her hands," Pierce huffed, following her.

"Sir, we've managed to draw out a map of the enemy position, as well as the blue print of the enemy fortress," Quinn said.

"Excellent, put it on the main screen," Fausten said.

The hologram appeared, showing an overlook of the battlefield. Canus looked at Fausten, seeing the way he focused on the map, one hand on his chin and another on the elbow. This was a man who was planning, a man of tactics and discipline. Not like other military officers whom simply reacted, Fausten was an officer who planned an entire battle out.

"As I expected, the bulk of the enemy force is attacking our main units on the ground, they've left their agricultural areas exposed with a minimum defence. There is a gap in their cannon grid, an area of their fortress exposed," he explained.

Dorian followed the man's words, holding onto every detail of the man's plan. He knew he needed to watch Fausten carefully. As he needed to watch and remember every officer whom would be the greatest obstacle of the rebellion.


Ferelden

Alistair and Leliana stood within a small grove, their equipment packs leaning against a tree where Irving sat. The former Tranquil, former First Enchanter and newly appointed teacher had his staff resting on his knees and complete focus on his two students.

"Close your eyes you two, and then just breathe," he said.

"Really?" Alistair looked over his shoulder, earning a slap from Leliana. "Teacher's pet," he muttered.

"Breathe in and then out, calm yourselves, feel the breeze on your face, the ground beneath your feet, listen to whatever is out there. Birds in the sky, bugs in the dirt, and the various unseen microbes that flitter harmlessly amongst us. Forget what you know of scripture, forget whatever connection you have to the maker, and forge a new connection with the world itself."

"Seriously is this it?" Alistair asked.

"Hush," Leliana growled.

"I don't have time for this, I need to make sure..."

"Alistair, if you want to at least be able to use the force in a way that is not accidental, you need to have understanding and above all, patience," Irving explained, standing and walking between the two.

"Fine, I'll try," Alistair said.

"Don't try," Irving slapped the young man's back, taking hold of his and Leliana's hands. "If you approach every obstacle and try, then you don't truly believe that you can succeed. Now fear of failure is a good thing in this environment, fail here so that you don't fail out there. Failure is in itself one of the greatest teachers you can have."

"Did Daylen fail?" Leliana asked.

"Oh yes, many a time, you didn't think he was the perfect student did you? Daylen was brilliant, no one could deny that, he used blood magic in a way no one had until then. But everything else he had to work at, he nearly blew up the room when he first used fire, entropy and charming took the longest time for him to adapt to. And though he took failure hard, every failure was a lesson," Irving explained.

"Great, now why are we holding hands?" Alistair asked.

"Kneel," Irving said, dragging both Leliana and Alistair into a kneeling position on the dirt.

He placed their hands on the ground and repeated himself.

"Breathe, feel the soil, listen to the wind, feel the moisture in the air and listen to your heart beat. This, everything around you, is life, is god, love and hatred, life and death, it is the world, the universe itself," Irving said.

Leliana listened to her exhale, and let her consciousness drift. She didn't truly know if it was imagination, or a true vision, but she saw things. Birds in the sky drifting through the currents of air, those currents moving the flowers that grew on the green fields. Those fields sunk into the moist dirt, where ants, centipedes and other insects crawled and oozed out of. And underneath the dirt, deep beneath the earth she imagined the bones of dead animals, of dead people. She imagined the lives they lived, hunting and playing, looking up at the sky and the night. In the stars those people saw, Leliana pictured the multitude of planets and the amazing alien creatures she had yet to meet. Deeper and deeper through that vacuum of space she imagined the great flames of those stars, the suns. That moment gave her more clarity than any visit to the Chantry could, than any prayer could.

"Life, death, light and darkness," she whispered.

"That's it Leliana," Irving smiled. "What is it?"

"A force," Leliana said.

"Yes, and where is that force?"

"Inside of me, inside of us, inside of everything."

"Brilliant, that is the first lesson, the force is not some grand power, it is everything!"

Irving stood, clapping his hands three times and patting their backs. Leliana looked at Alistair with a smile, but he wasn't happy. He stood up and put on a smile for her, though she could already tell he had failed to see the point of the lesson.

"Can't we just practice with rocks?" he asked.

"It isn't about the rocks," Irving said.

"Not at all, just moving the rocks," Alistair muttered.

Irving picked up his staff and led them back to the group. Oghren, Zevran and Sten, but with the addition of a black furred Mabari (whom Sten had taken to petting).

"We split up from here, I'll take the boys to the Deeproads, and you'll go with Irving to track that Vinsomer," Leliana said.

"I still think it should be you," Alistair said.

"My technical skills are better than yours Alistair, don't worry, we'll be meeting a Grey Warden who will show us the way!"

"Be careful and bring back something that can turn the tide."

"You too," Leliana walked up to Alistair.

She rested one hand on his chest and the other on his cheek. Both closed their eyes as they lightly pushed their lips together. Zevran grinned proudly whilst Oghren rolled his eyes. Sten didn't care and Irving was rubbing the back of his head embarrassed. They slowly separated from the kiss, Leliana reaching into her pack for something. She produced from it a cylinder shaped object that though had a different style from the devices he had seen, was recognisable to Alistair. It had been put together with some spare parts, plating from a droid, a dial was at the top of it, and the pommel had been made with wood and a coin from a Chantry. Alistair took hold of the light sabre, turning the dial, a silver, white blade extended from the hilt. Feeling weightless in his hand, Alistair still took hold of the hilt with both hands and tested the weapon with a few slashes. It was smoother, the blade more stable than the flaming effect that Daylen Amell's weapon had had.

"It doesn't have a cross guard," was his first reaction.

"Daylen's design was good, but I needed to improve on it. I fixed the original flaw, you'll noticed its slightly bigger than other hilts," Leliana said.

Oghren and Zevran both stifled a laugh, the joke flying over Sten's stoic demeanour.

"To contain the Lyrium's energy," Alistair said.

"Exactly!"

"I still have this, from Cailan's 'royal guards'," Alistair reached for the sabre pike at his hip.

"Keep it, I know you're not a dual wielder, but it could help to have a spare. Besides, this sabre is a symbol, when you return to us riding a dragon, be sure to have that sword blazing and raised high," Leliana explained.

Alistair nodded his head and put both weapons at his hip. They continued on to the rendezvous point, where a shuttle was waiting.

"Good to see you guys again," Varric Tethras grinned.

"Just two passengers today Varric," Alistair said.

"Good luck, Maker watch over you," Leliana said as Alistair and Irving walked onto the shuttle ramp.

"May the force be with us all," Irving said.


Ophuchi

Dorian walked alongside the other mages, he had been given orders by Fausten to deploy with Canus. The Sith Warrior stood at the front of the other troops. He would be the first onto the battlefield. Fausten made the plan clear, a small force would reinforce the Imperial troops already on the ground. This was the force Dorian was part of, then there were other details of the plan. A strike against the Bendu supply line, a hit on their city and a bombing run. Dorian though wasn't able to learn what the target of the bombing run was. Weapons thrummed inside the drop ship, Dorian saw the mud troopers ignite electro hammers, staves and dual batons. The majority of the mud troopers used these types of melee weapons, Vette's unit consisted of scout troopers in brown armour and wielding electro clubs. It was clear to Dorian that Fausten's legions were filled with locals from Thedas, people whom still hadn't yet given up the sword. Dorian drew his staff from his back, feeling the shift in weight as the drop ship left the main hammer.

"Blessed are the peacekeepers, champions of the just," he heard one of the troopers mutter.

"Var-toh Katashok, ebadim maraas issala toh," ahead of him a bulkier trooper rubbed the side of his hammer, and Dorian noticed the Qunari styled sword on his back.

It wasn't that the bulk of Fausten's ranks were filled with those from Thedas, the entirety of his crew were from Thedas. Sound began to ring outside of the ship, and Dorian felt his weight return, they had hit the atmosphere. The ship shook as cannon fire ripped through the sky. Dorian heard the static of ships that had been shot down. The ramp of the ship opened, and Canus was the first out. He landed on the ground, releasing a force wave that threw the enemies back. When the ship landed, Dorian looked over the shoulders of the other troopers and saw Canus ignite the two light sabres on his sword. Then he was off, seemingly lost in the rush of combat. Dorian ran forward with the other troopers, and looked upon his 'enemy'.

Yourellians were a green scaled race, with the same muscle mass typical of Kossith. Dorian looked upon one that had been slashed by Canus and his sword. The soldier was beside a human soldier in primitive armour and a helmet. Overcoming his regret, Dorian put his survival first. The other mages had practiced the primal and entropic arts well, but Dorian employed a specialised form of magic. When people heard 'Necromancy' they thought of bringing corpses back from the dead. Dorian despised such misconceptions, his form of magic used spirits, temporarily turning them into thralls to employ the effects he wanted. Blaster bolts flew past him, and as he focused his magic he discovered something. The fade existed even on planets like Ophuchi, which led Dorian to believe that mages themselves were gateways to the fade. So serving as that gateway, Dorian unleashed the wisps of the fallen on the Ophuchi defenders. The blue energy crackled, flowing through the men and women Dorian targeted. Eating away at their life force, it created ghostly apparitions of them and attacked their allies.

"Reinforce our men!" Canus commanded, cutting down two soldiers with a single swing.

Mud troopers fired their blasters, but the bulk of the army employed close range combat. Batons bashed in skulls, hammers crushed limbs and Canus cut through swathes of the enemies. With both hands he swung his sword, deflecting blaster bolts and making the spears of the Ophuchi soldiers look useless. Balls of fire and bolts of lightning crashed into the Ophuchi warriors. Dorian placed several fire mines, spells the ignorant enemies quickly fell victim to. He unleashed several entropic blasts from his staff, killing the soldiers in front of him as if he was using a blaster. The imperial soldiers were huddled in a group, a last stand position. They were the rank and file Sith troopers, black armour with antennas on their backs. A few of the storm troopers were amongst the ranks too, one man with crew cut stood out, his grey armour dirty from blood and mud.

"Don't just stand there in awe men, HIT BACK!" he yelled.

Raising both an E-11 rifle and SE-14C pistol, the man fired on the Ophuchi troops. His men moved forward, blasters blazing like the magic of the mages. Dorian slammed his staff into the ground, conjuring a ghostly, black and blue skull that rose from the ranks of the enemy. It was to influence their minds, fill them fear, though when Dorian saw Canus he knew such a thing wasn't necessary. Fear turned into outright panic as the soldiers tripped over themselves. The Sith acolyte ruthlessly cut them down, embodying the terror of the Sith religion. He stabbed foes who cowered in fear, beheaded men whom pleaded and easily sliced through anyone who resisted the spell enough to raise their weapon. His hand latched out, raising the helpless off of the floor with the force. Their legs dangled and they clutched the invisible force at their throats. But with a twist of his hand, Canus broke their necks.

'Is this a battle, or a massacre?' Dorian wondered.

He looked to the other mages. Groups of them had gathered together, chanting and gathering mana with their hands. The air around them became distorted, rings of energy forming around the ground. Then they summoned them, storms of electricity, of fire and ice, the fabled perfect storms that scattered the enemy formations. Where once the enemy held an advantage, now they were the ones on the run. Dorian noticed the Storm trooper commander had gotten closer to Canus, shooting any enemies he missed. Both men nodded to one another in respect and resumed their slaughter.

"This isn't a battle, it's a massacre," Dorian found himself speaking his thoughts.

MkVI Supremacy class fighters swooped over the region, strafing the ground with blaster fire. Dorian saw the fighters blasts areas ahead of him, creating large explosions. He stopped one of the Sith troopers, grabbing his communicator.

"Captain Thrennhold, Captain what are the fighters doing?" Dorian demanded.

"Taking out their agricultural and factory districts," Fausten said.

"They look more like they're bombing cities and farms," Dorian said.

"That is where their facilities are located Pavus," Fausten retorted.

Dorian dropped the communicator in shock. He looked ahead at the burning fires, the toppling buildings. Then he looked at the troopers gunning and cutting down the men and women that had taken up arms. His hands shook with the anger that he had become party to this. Canus paused only for a moment when surrendering soldiers got to their knees, then he cut them down all the same. Ahead of them was a grand castle, and Dorian flinched when he saw one of the spires blow up, falling to the streets below. A blaster bolt nearly struck Dorian's arm, he threw himself back into the fight, for his own survival at least.


Canus walked over the corpses of his defeated foes. They were nothing against him, but ahead of him he could sense the approach of new opponents. Three, though only one was strong in the force. A veteran, no doubt, he could sense the influence of cybernetics in this man. There was one other, young, proud and hot blooded as he had once been. The third was too young, a mere child whom was only beginning to learn of the force. Yet, Canus could sense that he had driven them to desperation. They walked through the dust towards him, igniting their red light sabres. At the front was the greater threat, a man with a greying beard. His brown cloak fluttered behind him, he wore a metallic harness over his blue shirt and gloves. Beside him stood a blonde haired young man, goggles over his forehead and similar blue clothes to his father (the resemblance was uncanny). Then to their left, the youngest son, wearing a simple tattered white shirt.

"You stand before the knights of Bendu Sith," the older man seethed.

"The vaunted protectors of the royal family, I am aware of who you are, and you are aware that we currently hold the advantage, not even killing me will stop this," Canus said.

"It'll be a good start," the younger man retorted.

"No Annikin," his father said.

The man took a few steps forward, keeping his sabre raised.

"Surrender!"

"Never," Annikin growled.

"The dark side, it...it has not taken you completely," the older man said, looking at Canus.

"I wield the dark side, I do not bow to it. Surrender now and my master will not learn of your presence here, the commanders in their ships do not care for you," Canus explained.

"You know who I am don't you?" the old man asked.

"Kane Starkiller, one of the lost Jedi commanders whom followed Revan and Malak into Sith territory. You have in your possession a Holocron, turn it to me and I will allow you to leave this place!"

"You're confident when outnumbered," Annikin said.

"Your master is after this Holocron, do you even know what it contains?" Kane asked.

"Something my master is better off without," Canus said.

"Whose side are you even on?" Annikin demanded.

"The only side I've ever been on, turn the Holocron over and leave, or stay and die, I don't care because you are not on my side!"

Kane deactivated his light sabre, raising his hand. A white cube was suddenly pulled away from the younger boy's hip, into Kane's hand. Canus deactivated the sabres on his sword and stabbed it into the ground. He raised his hand to receive the cube, but Kane held it close to his chest.

"You have ruthlessly cut down my allies, I can sense the anger and darkness inside of you, but something else too. If I am to place my trust in you, tell me, I'll know if you are lying. For what reason are you fighting?" Kane demanded.

"Reasons really, my father was murdered by the Sith for standing up to them," Canus said.

Kane looked at the young man, he could tell that the Sith Warrior wasn't some middle aged man recruited late by the Sith. He could also sense the sincerity within him, despite the helmet and the distorting effects of it. Figures in red armour and robes suddenly came up behind the Sith Warrior.

"ENEMIES!" fire and electricity glowed in their hands.

"He betrayed us," Annikin said.

Canus suddenly swept his arm around, suddenly pulling Kane's light sabre to his hand. He ignited the sabre and held it close to his head, as if praying. Then, as the mages began to launch their spells, a yellow shockwave emanated from Canus's body. The fire went out, and the lightning flickered into nothingness.

"What was that?" one of the mages asked.

"A spell purge, he's a Templar too!"

Before the mages could yell anymore, Canus cut them down in a flurry of fierce strikes. He stabbed the last of the men through the chest and deactivated the sabre, opening the palm of his hand and turning to Kane.

"The second is one I'm sure you can understand, to protect my family!"

Next Episode 26: Rage awakened


Hope everyone enjoyed the chapter, you guys are free to guess who our two Sith Acolytes really are :) this chapter was my intention to introduce a form of light side practitioners in the Sith part of the galaxy. The planets discussed by Fausten and the Sith Warrior's party will also serve as plot points in the future, they are original worlds, though I have based them partly on something. Other companion characters and classes from the Old republic games will appear in the future.

Next time we return to Daylen and the Rancor