This is a story that has been brewing inside my head for some time. It will have two parts, namely BBY and PBY or Before Battle of Yavin and Post-Battle of Yavin.The first partconcerns my Sith OC and his transgressions against the Jedi so if your not a Sith fan, I say again, Don't Read! I don't mind flaming/constructive criticism but I told you so.

Disclaimer: Star Wars and everything pertaining to it are owned by 20th Century Fox, George Lucas and affiliates, Obsidianand Bioware. Only Devien Tavar and the other OCs are mine.

Chapter 1: Discovery

15,000 years BBY (That's before the Battle of Yavin for all you non-die-hard-fans), the Republic is enjoying a lull in the struggle for its own existence. The Sith have been beaten back yet again to the Unknown Regions and the galaxy is at peace.

The Jedi are numerous, almost 100,000 in total, serving as peacekeepers, ambassadors, explorers, scientists, researchers and so on. At the Enclave on Dantooine, many Jedi have gathered to train new younglings in the ways of the light side to prevent the Sith from rising again.

But there is an unseen threat at the Enclave, Jedi are being killed, inexplicably and brutally, already seven have fallen...

(Scene shifts downwards, Dantooine can be seen from space)

Rhea Wilken, Jedi Master of Corellia, second only to Him in lightsabre duelling, was lying in her bed, sleeping. She felt something cold touch her stomach, something cold and pointed, she opened her eyes to see a dark figure there, with a sword (A Kodachi to be precise) to her abdomen. After six Jedi murders in the last two months, she knew her time had come. Then the figure drew back his cowl, and recognition came to her, "It was you? But why?"

"It is the way of the Sith: the strong shall survive, the weak shall perish. You were not strong enough. Not strong enough to break free of the bonds which hold you! Not strong enough to love me! Not strong enough to be yourself..." He trailed off. With that He leaned on the sword, sliding 75 centimetres of cold steel through her and into the bed.

"No..." she gasped, as He soundlessly slid it back out. With her dying breaths, she channelled her energy into leaving an imprint of her thoughts and memories through the Force, so others would be able to punish Him for His crimes.

He glanced at the sword, slick with her still warm blood, "I should give her a fitting memorial," He thought. He charged His left hand with Force lightning and sliding it along the blade, reforged the sword anew. Tempered with her blood and the power of the Dark side, steel woven with cortosis to resist lightsabres, the blade turned black, black as the night, night without stars (picture a Kodachi with the hilt flush to the sheath, both of which are black and you have a totally black sword. Cool, eh?). "Excellent," He thought. Pausing to take her lightsabre, He left without once looking back.

Each of the other Jedi before her had also been slain in cruel ways, although by no means the same.

The sixth, a Mon Calamari named Silgar had been researching the source of the midichlorians in our bodies, those symbiotic beings which give us the power to wield the Force. He had discovered that they are everywhere, when a new being is produced, for lack of a better word, they swarm towards it, resulting in an affinity for the Force if enough are absorbed. He had been killed in a most unusual manner, well, that is to say, he had sustained no visible wounds and no internal injuries, it was as if his brain simply shut down, however we know brains do not normally do that. His lightsabre had also been taken.

Before him, a Cerean, Ra-Koda-Hunde was a pioneer into a totally new lightsabre form, Form VII, Juyo. Very skilled in the fighting arts, he would not have gone down without a fight. True to his nature, the wounds he sustained were horrendous, he had been de-armed and hacked apart as if by a wild beast. However, the cuts he received were deadly and precise, as if the wielder of the murder weapon was an expert in Cerean anatomy. Lightsabre: gone.

The fourth to die was an innovator, not terribly strong in the Force, andalways had had trouble controlling his emotions.He sought a new material to create better armour plating for the Republic. One day he stumbled across a totally new compound through a unique blend of certain elements unknown to Earth chemistry, as such I will not attempt to describe them. He tested it with blasters, fusion-cutters, welding torches, corrosives and even his lightsaber. All had trouble cutting through or even marking the substance (This leads me to assume that cortosis may have been involved). "Amazing!" he said to himself, and hurried to tell the Council before turning in.

As he reached the door to his laboratory, it opened, startling him, he swept in, cloak trailing behind. "What have you discovered?" He asked.

"It's incredible, I was stupefied!" With that he began to spew everything that he had tested it with, he even took his lightsabre and cut at the sample he had, a small cube, there was no effect. When he had finished, He said, "You really should learn to keep a few things to yourself." With a blur of movement, He channelled the power of the Dark Side into His right fist and struck the unfortunate scientist in the solar plexus. He might as well have hit him with a missile; the "Force" of the blow sent his sternum through his spine and into the wall, yet not one drop of blood stained His robes. Then He was gone, taking yet another lightsabre and the sample with him.

Third was and adept of Djem So, Form V, also called Advanced Shien by some, Katara Ven of Ryloth (That's the Twi'lek home world for all you non-die-hard-fans). Katara was third in the temple, his trademark fighting style unchallenged except by Rhea Wilken and Him. He entered the room silently, seeking to stalk His prey. But Katara's perception of the Force never left him, even as he slept. He whipped off the sparse covering and lunged for Him, igniting his lightsabre at the same time, sensing the evil intent within Him.

He looked at him, as if slightly miffed, with a wave of his hand, he muffled the sounds in the room, and then with barely a crook of a finger, Katara was halted in mid-air to change direction and slam into the wall. The sheer force of the blow stunned him; He slammed Ven into the wall twice more, sensing Ven was still alive, made sure he would tell no tales by crashing him into the wall so hard he stayed there. After retrieving Ven's lightsabre from where it had fallen, He left, a dark shadow in the night.

Second to fall was a Jedi of particular strength in the Force, having a midichlorian count of nearly 30,000. Apparently caught unawares, he was meditating in his quarters when he had been smashed into the ceiling and pinned there by a model of the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, the central tower transfixing him and the four secondary towers became part of the ceiling.

The first Jedi to have fallen, two months prior to Rhea's murder, was skilled in the art of Form I, Shii-Cho (Kit Fisto pales in comparison). His ferocity coupled with an almost precognitive sense of the world around him made him a near invincible opponent, even when outnumbered. However, his skill was no match for His cold precise fury. He moved too fast for the eye, too quick to parry and seemed to be in many places at once. Only by totally immersing oneself in the Force could he hope to hold out for longer than a minute.

This was the first time the Kodachi had been used, He had made it, for this was an age when lightsabres were symbols of prestige and only held by advanced knights and masters. Crystals were hard to come by for the planet Ilum had not been discovered yet. Even after constructing His lightsabre He continued to use the Kodachi, perhaps because He liked the colour red (Blood, get it?). There were bits of Master Dan-Ker of Iridonia all over the Council Chambers where he'd been meditating and his torso was impaled upon the central pillar, with one foot (1' not a body part) protruding out towards the vertex.

Saran Agarnon paced the Jedi Inquisitorial Forces headquarters, around him, analysts, psyche profilers and other officers were working themselves to the bone trying to solve the string of grisly murders. And then the report came in... Rhea Wilken was dead, a single stab wound through her solar plexus, she lay almost peacefully – in a large pool of her own blood. She had no defensive wounds, suggesting that she had been taken by surprise, had known the killer or, that she knew her end was near.

He sighed, he had known her for many years as she had come to the Enclave at the same time as him. They had even become Knights on the same day. She was known as the best lightsabre duellist this side of Coruscant, second only to Him. She had always been more in tune with the Force and although slightly emotional, had always been a true servant of the light side. Furthermore, he led the task force assigned to capture the murderer, with each passing day, Master Lik'Tan Ka'RanTik, Master of the Enclave, grew more worried about the situation.

With every passing day, the Force felt weaker, as if it were being drained from the Enclave, but that was nigh impossible. It was essential that the killer be found and taken alive, if possible to learn of his motives, was he a Sith assassin? Was it even a 'he'? Could it be a 'she'? Or an 'it'? Was it some alien creature that fed on the Force? So many questions, and so few answers...

Saran went to her room to check up on the status of the investigation, and also to see her body for the last time (Jedi are generally cremated FAYNDHFs). He could still feel her presence infusing the room, it was so familiar. All of a sudden he passed into her memory, her last thoughts: the dark figure, the face, RECOGNITION! The sharp piercing, and then oblivion.

Little did he know his day was to come sooner than he expected. He led his squad of Jedi to the Council Chambers and informed Master Ka'RanTik of his realization. Ka'RanTik warned them to take care when handling this foe, "I sense that he is much more than he seems, the Force is clouded and the shroud of darkness descends." Ka'RanTik seemed uneasy, quite abnormal for a near treelike organism almost twelve feet tall. That was a sure sign that something was afoot.

Quote from Rurouni Kenshin anime/manga, Shishio Makoto's philosophy; possibly from Charles Darwin's The Origin Of TheSpeciesonnatural selection and evolution.

See Wikipedia article on lightsaber styles and forms.

From here on, 'for-all-you-non-die-hard-fans' will be shortened to 'FAYNDHFs'.

FYI this is to show how powerful the old Jedi were by comparison, Yoda's midichlorian count is 27,000 and Anakin's is 27,700 (From His midichlorian count varies as the story progresses, getting higher and higher, peaking at 75,000.