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Summary: One thousand years before the Empire was even imagined, the Sith were running rampant, trying to take over the entire galaxy. They might have succeeded, if it weren't for one hot-headed Padawan.

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Del Myriad, episode I: The Sith wars.

Chapter 1 : Sith Hunt

The sun was setting over the peaceful meadow. Daytime animals were trundling off to their nests and holes and burrows for a good night's sleep. Nocturnal animals were beginning to wake up, getting ready for a night of hunting or foraging, whatever they did. They had no idea their peace was about to be disturbed.

A black tear appeared in midair above the meadow and a creature in a billowing black cloak came hurtling through, landing roughly on the ground that was a good ten feet below him. If it weren't for his head, you might have thought he was human. He had three horns, one above each temple, and one in the back of his head, just above the nape of his neck. The ones on his temples curved back and the one in the back of his head curved upwards so the three horns met above the crown if his head, creating a sort of triangular hat. He had beady yellow red-rimmed eyes and tarnished yellow pointed teeth, and his skin was deep blue. He held a small metal cylinder in his hands.

Not even two seconds later, a 15 year old jumped out of wearing a brown cloak similar to the creature's black cloak. She also had a small metal cylinder in her hands, but hers had a sharp yellow light coming from one end. It was a lightsaber.

The creature activated his lightsaber to meet the girl as she fell, but he was too slow, the girl cut his hands off on her way down to the ground. She landed in a roll, picking up her enemy's lightsaber that she had separated from his body and deactivating her own saber as she stood up.

She stretched a hand out towards him and, summoning the force, held her thumb and forefinger out as if she was holding something between them, then raised her arm. Simultaneously to these movements, the creature was levitated so he no longer touched the ground.

"Mid-air that time. Man, you must be really running scared." The girl was speaking nonchalantly to the creature who had a look on his face that was a cross between fear of what was about to happen and anger at being caught.

"You know, you would think that the Sith would have figured out by now that I'm able to /follow/ you guys through those wormholes you create to get away from me." From her tone of voice, you could tell she held the Sith in the highest contempt.

"So, what's the count, Darth Tricon? Fifteen, or was it sixteen villages utterly destroyed on Endor for absolutely no reason whatsoever. And then there were those transporters that you causes to collide with that cargo ship from the Trade Federation. 500 lives lost and 100 million credits worth of merchandise utterly destroyed. And that was only in the last week."

She noticed a garter snake crawling through the grass nearby and turned to it. "What do you think? Does he deserve to die?"

The snake let out a hiss, as if it was answering the Jedi. She turned back to Darth Tricon. "The snake agrees. You deserve to die. But before I kill you, I want to make sure all your little Sith friends know that Del Myriad was the one that did you in."

Del was wearing a pendant, a two inch diameter iron medallion on a long, finely wrought chain, and now she caused it to be lifted off her neck and the medallion pressed to the Sith's forehead, who she still had suspended about 6 inches off the ground. She then drew a polished mahogany stick from her utility belt.

Any trace of anger left Tricon's face as it was completely filled with fear. He had heard the stories, seen the victims, but never thought it would happen to him, the most cunning Sith in the Galaxy.

"You've heard of this, haven't you. It's my mother's wand. Don't worry, it's not gonna hurt"

Del pointed the wand at the pendant force-pressed against Darth Tricon's forehead and said 'Embrasio'.

The pendant glowed red hot and the pattern on it was seared onto the Sith's forehead. Tricon let out a yelp. He was expecting to feel burning pain, but all he felt was a slight warmth. Confusion filled his face. How was this possible, everyone they had found had ugly, blistering burns. Why didn't he feel it burning?

Del held it there for a few seconds, to make sure it had truly branded the Sith before bringing the pendant back around her neck. Just before it settled, she pointed the wand at it once again and said 'Frigore'. The pendant immediately became cool to the touch, so it wouldn't burn into her like it had the Sith. "Told you it wouldn't hurt. I suppressed the pain receptor in your brain."

The Sith spoke, for the first time the entire chase. "I don't believe you" "Here's what it would have felt like if I hadn't suppressed it." She made a slight eye movement, releasing the pain receptor for suppression.

The Sith let out one short scream of agony, but was almost instantly silenced, as Del made a twisting motion with the thumb and forefinger of her outstretched arm. When she dropped her arm, the Sith crumpled to the ground, dead, his head lolling at an unnatural angle.

Del turned her back on her latest quarry. She was late getting back to the checkpoint and she had to report the success of her mission. She closed her eyes and began to concentrate on opening a wormhole to Coruscant. A black tear appeared in the air in front of her and she stepped in. Just before it closed, a blue-white light shot from it.

The sun had just slipped over the horizon, and twilight was beginning to cover the meadow, peaceful once more. The only sign of a disturbance was the blue three-horned Sith lying dead in the middle of the meadow, branded on his forehead was the design of a skull with a snake protruding from it's mouth like a tongue.

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