Behind the Dark Side
a Fan Fiction Autobiography
by Douglas Mahn
A long time ago, in a galaxy far away...Introduction
Anger. Hurt. Suffering.
All signs of the Dark side. All feelings that surge through my entire being. This is why I'm a Sith.
This is my side of the line. This is why someone is going to get hurt; badly.
The hum of my blade is the only sound reverberating around the large warehouse; the red hue
barely lighting my way between the aisles.
My senses are on full alert.
I'm hunting.
Somewhere in this warehouse is my prey; a young Jedi, most likely a Padawan. The force is
not very strong with him. That's why he ran in here when he saw me.
"Come out. Come out. Where ever you are". My voice is low and slithery from an accident in
my youth. It's creepy enough to scare a herd of Sand People. It should work well on this little brat.
Sparks fly heavily to my feet as I drag my lightsaber across the container casings, like a child
walking along a picket fence. I find this has two benefits. Not only does it scare the willies out
of people, but it also helps light up the room.
Movement – to my left.
I lift my blade over my head, ready to bring it down on the cowering child hiding on the other side
of this case.
There is a flash of light. My hand, gone!
Then the pain sets in.
I watch my lightsaber as it switches off and tumbles to the floor.
"How?.." The pain amplifies my confusion as I drop to my knees. My heartbeat pounds in my ears, I
spit on the floor to keep from vomiting.
"You are placed under arrest, Sith." an older voice from behind me beckons. "Give yourself up, or I will be forced to kill you."
"Give up? Heh! I gave up a long time ago, kiddo." I growled through the pain coursing up my
arm. It's a good thing lightsabers cauterize wounds instantly, otherwise I'd be bleeding to death all
over the cold, titanium floor.
How could I have been so stupid? I was over confident. I didn't check the older Jedi's body
before I left him for dead in the other room. I just wanted to finish the little one, quickly, and get
out of here.
I didn't want to be here in the first place, never wanted to be a Sith, never wanted to leave home.
So, how did I end up here? How did I end up spending 15 years as an apprentice to a Sith Lord, and
why am I on my knees in front of a Jedi Knight, missing one of my most favored appendages?
Allow me to take you back. Back when I was an innocent kid on an 'M' Class planet called Earth.