Chapter 1: Expulsion
The day Vir LeKhan received the title of best Padawan was the day he decided to quit. He could see absolutely nothing in walking one step behind a Jedi for half his life. He wanted more. Power, for a start. Power was the key to greatness, he once heard, but couldn't remember who said it. He wasn't even sure a person had said that to him. It just suddenly sprung up in his mind one day. Not that this was a one-off decision. Vir wasn't reckless. He had perfect self-control, from years of being mocked by others for his four arms. Those arms had strangled others before, and Vir had made his mind up never to get angry again. Until now. No one could understand him well. Even Yoda could not help him. So he decided to run.
Two sleepless, nervous nights later, a masked figure crept towards the East wall of the compound. None of the Jedi even sensed it. Vir was born with the special ability to mask his emotions and project others, even to the greatest Jedi master if he tried hard enough. So all the sleeping Jedi felt was a boy feeling a little hungry, wondering what would be on the next day's menu.
Vir relaxed as soon as he got over the wall. That was his mistake. Jedi Knight Ra-wyne Neviiski bolted upright in bed, a sensing a sudden rush of hate from his chosen Padawan. Or the Padawan he would have chosen the next day, had Vir not run away. Ra-wyne threw on a robe, grabbed his lightsaber, and jumped straight out of the window into the path of the surprised teenager.
"Going out for a midnight snack, Vir?"
This was when Vir's new-found Sith powers first emerged. Filled with nothing but hate for these people who thought they could own him like a droid, he sent a massive bolt of Sith lightning towards the Jedi Knight. Barely alive from the shock and pain, Ra-wyne could only watch as the rebel plucked his lightsaber from his belt dashed towards the city.
The day Vir LeKhan received the title of best Padawan was the day he decided to quit. He could see absolutely nothing in walking one step behind a Jedi for half his life. He wanted more. Power, for a start. Power was the key to greatness, he once heard, but couldn't remember who said it. He wasn't even sure a person had said that to him. It just suddenly sprung up in his mind one day. Not that this was a one-off decision. Vir wasn't reckless. He had perfect self-control, from years of being mocked by others for his four arms. Those arms had strangled others before, and Vir had made his mind up never to get angry again. Until now. No one could understand him well. Even Yoda could not help him. So he decided to run.
Two sleepless, nervous nights later, a masked figure crept towards the East wall of the compound. None of the Jedi even sensed it. Vir was born with the special ability to mask his emotions and project others, even to the greatest Jedi master if he tried hard enough. So all the sleeping Jedi felt was a boy feeling a little hungry, wondering what would be on the next day's menu.
Vir relaxed as soon as he got over the wall. That was his mistake. Jedi Knight Ra-wyne Neviiski bolted upright in bed, a sensing a sudden rush of hate from his chosen Padawan. Or the Padawan he would have chosen the next day, had Vir not run away. Ra-wyne threw on a robe, grabbed his lightsaber, and jumped straight out of the window into the path of the surprised teenager.
"Going out for a midnight snack, Vir?"
This was when Vir's new-found Sith powers first emerged. Filled with nothing but hate for these people who thought they could own him like a droid, he sent a massive bolt of Sith lightning towards the Jedi Knight. Barely alive from the shock and pain, Ra-wyne could only watch as the rebel plucked his lightsaber from his belt dashed towards the city.
