HEY, GUYS SO THIS IS THE REWRITTEN CHAPTER 4. I KNOW NOT ALL OF IT IS CHANGED BUT IT DOES HAVE ALMOST THREE HUNDRED NEW WORDS, BUT I THOUGHT THE ENDING OF THE CHAPTER WASN'T DONE RIGHT. I'M SORRY FOR THE TIME SKIPS, IT'S JUST I DON'T TRUST MYSELF TO WRITE IT LIKE I TRULY WANTED To, BUT I THINK IT GREAT HOW IT IS... HOPEFULLY.

-Timeskip 1 month-

Christen was shirtless and was panting hard, the scars of his past life as a slave glistening in the sun of a nearby planet that showed through the windows of the ship. The floor was wet and slippery from the sweat the dripped from his body, eyes narrowing as he gripped long steel blades, holding it in front of him in a low stance starting from holding the hilt of the blade to his shoulder, furiously swinging it in a quick Z shape as he held his breath in like his master had advised.

"Don't grip the blades too hard or too loose. It is to be a part of you, an extension of yourself," Tulak Hord said, instructing him in his blade work.

"you must master handing a sword in the basic form of Shii-Cho before progressing onto other forms, even if you are more in tune with the stance of Juyo." this sort of private training from his master Tulak started only hours after he had eaten, had a shower and a change of clothes, he was now wearing a black robe or tunic. His first master's training had him learning the seven forms of saber combat, it was all confusing at first, but as soon as his master threw a pair of training blades in this hands, he felt like something just clicked inside him. He put himself in a stance that he felt comfortable in, putting both of the hilts of the blades up to the right shoulder and pointing them at his master, awaiting his duel.

-Time skip six months-

the sound of the deep panting came from Christen as he was again shitless and wielding a Vibro blade in both hands, the blades black grips firmly set in his hands, one forward and the other in a reversal grip. His training with master Tulak and the five months of lightsaber training honed his skills for combat to an above-average level.

His chosen form was formed seven Tulak called it Juyo, it was incomplete but could see a sense of completion when wielding two blades, during that training, he was allowed to see, but this time under the training of master Archahler he was wearing a visionless helmet that covered his face preventing him from seeing and hearing as several floating balls circled him, twisting and turning. He could feel them through the force, the only way he could truly see.

Suddenly one of the balls started shooting its blasters at him. He easily only deflected the bolts by the side of his weapon, followed by spinning around to deflect another bolt from behind him then to the side. Still, he, unfortunately, didn't deflect the shot from the back of his leg, earning a stinging pain in the back of his leg. a yelp escaped his lips, and he felt a barrage of the force on his throat and lifting his a few inches in the air for a few seconds before he dropped to haggard breaths.

"The force is a guide. It is not just used as a shield or a sword, but another set of eyes. Let it be your eyes, let the blade become one with who you are, " Archahler said, instructing him in the ways of the force. The man was smirking as he saw potential in his student that he had only dreamed of. " my child, when you construct your lightsabers, you will have to become one with your blades, they should only answer to you, be attuned to your force energy, do you understand?" his master spoke to him in question.

"I'm beginning to master... I only seek to know... more knowledge and power...in your guidance... of course master" christen spoke as he was beginning to get his breathing under control and stared into the eyes of his master with sheer determination as he raised his blade once again, much to his master's amusement.

-Time skip three months-

Thrusting his hand forward, christen could see a tiny orange spark flew out his middle fingertip before dispersing -into nothing a few from his hand, causing him to sigh heavily in frustration at another failed attempt at force lightning. He could do it before, but that was because he was in an uncontrollable rage from seeing his mother almost being raped, from seeing the home he had Bought for them become destroyed by those monsters.

"Your emotions give you power, but that power is only revealed once you tap into your passions, let them fuel the fire that quenches your power, only through these steps will your training with me ever be worth the time," his master bellowed from the darkness of the room, his slight distaste of his new student apparent in his tone.

His breaths slowed and deepened as his master forcefully flashed images of his mother's face and brought them to the front of his mind. His eye's burned like the sun as the sudden surge of suppressed emotions flowed through him, anger, rage, frustration, sorrow, fear, hatred, vengeance all of those emotions poured into him, coursing throughout his body and into his hands, which unleashed a strong current of lightning from his outstretched hand sending bolts of lightning into the training dummy scorching and disintegrating it within ten seconds it before hitting the wall, the lightning splatting across the walls of the ship training room until he stopped looking at the damage. His master in the corner now with a face of amusement but eyes deepened with fear.

The dummy was complete ash leaving only a smoking meal pole. In front of him, the wall had a burned hole in the wall "oops," he muttered at the destruction he caused.

"do not apologize. It is an accomplishment for someone so young in sith standards to perform one of the strongest abilities the sith possess," Marka Ragnos chuckled over to him in response, watching in the corner of the training room with what could be described as pride written on his holographic face before it returned to a neutral look "now again! until you can channel it without depending entirely on your passion".

Once again, a bolt of lightning hit Christen in the chest as his training resumed. Christen should have hated the pain and torture his master gave him, but he could see where it would make him stronger in reality. It wasn't torturing in the true sense, it was the kind that made a god from a mere man, and he reveled in it.

-3-month Later-

Sitting in a lotus position, Christens breathing was short and calm. The force was flowing through him as if he was a watering can, and the power was filling it up. Soon, his eyes closed as various objects hovered off the ground and circled him. the Holocron that held his master also floated a few feet in the air. The items were rotating clockwise across the room, and the force was now a mini hurricane that centered and was powered by his will and fortitude.

"the force is everywhere, it penetrates and flows through all living things, and we are but merely the instruments of its will, we do not command the force, if the force shows you a path most likely it is a path to the true greatness of oneself," the hologram of Rajivari said instructing him "you are merely a guide to its power, you mustn't reach out to it but let it come to you and guide it from then on" Christen nodded as sweat dripped from his matted hair, the items that were floating around stopped moving and were carefully put down as his master instructed.

-5 months Later-

Swinging his blades in a brutal frenzy fashion that wasn't merely savage strikes, but precise, fast strikes that almost looked like a dance as his body moves with the flow.

"The way of Juyo is all about emotion! You are not fully embracing the style unless you surrender yourself completely to your emotions, but remember this, you are not an animal," Darth Sion said, overlooking his training on the most physically and emotionally demanding of the seven forms.

Having better control over his emotions, he found that the form somehow suited him when it came to releasing and controlling all of his feelings; however, it physically demanded more from him than the other forms did as he swings his weapon with animal-like ferocity feeling the control slip away from him like the heat of battle took him.

"YOU ARE NOT AN ANIMAL! Why are you acting like this? we are not training you in both the light and dark, NOT for you to fall like the rest of us," Darth Sion shouted, the tone sounded angry. Still, an undertone of regret of unsureness, an incredible feeling christen got from his more uneven master of the dark, the force shout was powerful enough to knock him out of his wild state, and his slight confusion was answered as his master sent a barrage of force lightning and continued to do so for the next couple of moments "the form requires you to surrender yourself to the force and chaos, not your animal like urges."

"I apologize, master. I got too caught up in the thrill of the battle that I lost myself in my emotions". He responded in a raspy voice, breathing fast and short as he was still recovering from the lightning. His master nodded and disappeared back into his Holocron, leaving Christen alone to walk around to his quarters to meditate and reflect on what had transpired.

-4 months time skip-

"the force is two sides dark and light, and they're both of the same coins, and for the force that coin is meaningless, the force holds no such titles, it simply is the force, there is only one way to achieve balance, and it must be done by mastering the force in its entirety. It took me years to figure such a thing out. Still, to have a true understanding of the force, you must accept all sides and become the medium that balances the two sides as I have my child," Reven instructed him, his master's voice sounding almost fatherly.

He had been different than the other masters. He was kinder, more intelligent, but most importantly, he was the most powerful of his masters. For the past month, he had been training with Revan, learning the history of force abilities and the nature of the force itself, the Jedi history, and the sith. He had questioned his master on if an order had come before the Jedi and the sith. Still, every time his master would only chuckle and tell him it was a story or another time when he was older, it worried him as much as it did confuse and frustrate him, it was because every time he mentioned him of growing older, his master would have a second of sadness mask over his face before he would reign it in.

"Master, what makes the two sides light and dark that the Jedi and Sith follow so different from each other?" he asked, wondering why the force was divided into two aspects instead of just the force like his master had been hardening inside his mind. he was thankful for it, but oddly enough found himself hating the Jedi and sith on an enormous scale, he couldn't figure it out but the way his master told him about the Jedi and sith and their brutal ways of using the force.

"the dark side is a part of the force that grants it's wielders a quicker and accurate way to powers unthought-of by the Jedi, but at the cost of corrupting them both physically and mentally, it takes a strong user of the dark side to resist and build a resistance to its primal urges only a master of the dark side can fully deter from its corruption as you stare it in the face, many have lost their way in gaining its power as they dived deep into its dark mystery's" he explained the nature of the dark side. Christen listened with determination as he nodded his head in slight understanding, yet still confused.

"The Light side, while not as potent as the dark when it comes to granting power, instead offers its users a clarity and purity in the force that his dark half does not, giving its users the ability to heal and shield others instead of destroying and corrupting those that use the Darkside."

"But altogether, they are the two sides that are recognized by the Jedi and sith that make up the force," Revan spoke in a firm yet serious dead tone, his gaze even if behind a mask was boring into Christen's unnatural eyes, yet he knew not to turn away. This was forcing fear to look you in the face.

"If I am to become a middle ground of both sides, then I would need to embrace both sides," Christen stated confidently in an understanding yet even tone, orange eyes not leaving the slits of Revans mask.

"Yes, just like I did in former life after regaining my memories, now let us begin on the first few hundred years of the Jedi and the beginning of the sith my design.. my child," Revan quickly said as he looked to hind contemplating his mishap before he nodded at him before his gaze slowly shifted to the floor for a few moments before instructing him on becoming a medium like he was. The next half-year will be a long one for his young student of the force he mused, and he could yet become more powerful than he ever could have achieved.

- Time skip six months -

"The force has no limits, child. The only way the force is limiting is if we allow our minds to make a line to limit ourselves to its infinite mysteries and power. Still, right now, I need you to trust me," Darth Traya said, instructing him on the ways of the force, her three purple lightsabers floating in the air around her, her eyes closed, yet he could feel her gaze that pierced his very soul. He nodded quickly as he didn't understand what he was trying... her talking kicked him from his thoughts.

Child, I've told ones like you before, it is such a quiet thing to fall, but even you won't know when you fall for t is the most difficult thing to admit you've done such terrible things" he spoke with a sense of respect but an underlying of sadness mixed with a clinging for the past.

"Now sit and close your eyes" doing as she said, he sat crossed-legged, using the force to float a couple of inches above on the floor slowly and closed his eyes "listen to the sound of my voice" he did as instructed, using the force to surround him in a swirling mass till the only sounds he could hear were the whispers of the force and his master's calm words, her voice echoing throughout the ship and in his mind.

"Feel this ship around you," she spoke to him. She had confidence in her student...he was very different from any other student she's had.

"Listen to my words, hear the force's whispers above everything and focus solely on the sound of the turning of ships mechanics and machines" a fem moments of whispers passed before the unmistakable hum and turning off the machines in the ship reached his ears, he felt the vibrations all around him as he sat on the ground in the active vessel.

"I can feel and hear the turning of the machines in the engine room," he spoke softly as he described to her, earning a soft ssshhhh from her, hearing he fastly shut his mouth as Christen was tearfully reminded of his mother, after a deep breath he went back to the exercise and continued to focus on the buzzing and clanking sounds of metal against metal, the shifting of gears filled his mind.

"Now, using the force, I want you to stretch out with your force essence from yourself seek everything around you," she spoke. Her voice sounded like she was speaking into his ear, yet it felt like she was across the ship yelling to him, her words echoing in his mind.

"hear the call of the wind flowing around the ship, from the planet below, the soft and cutting breeze that is brushing the grass as it flows through" he heard the sound of grass brushing against each other with the soft hum of the wind blowing through it.

"Ignore all simple distractions and focus on my voice." again, it echoed throughout his mind but with more of a forcefulness than he was used to.

"Listen to the breathing of the animals in the surrounding forest as they nest in their dens in peace" he soon could hear the soft breathing and beats of the hearts of the animals on the planet as they wore their emotions out like a cloak of fear and hunger.

"It's there! Their thoughts! I hear the animals think!" he all but shouted with happiness that radiated throughout the force as he was momentarily forgetting he was in front of his master, earning a small smile from her "you are powerful indeed, my child… but what you felt and sensed was only the surface, reading thoughts is a powerful technique that many throughout history have mastered. However, then also many more have trained for years even decades but still never fully learned."

"Is this a technique that I can use at any time?" he inquired in a childlike manner. He thought it would be in his best interest to read the thoughts of anyone he comes across nearby to identify them as friend or foe.

The small smile that had been radiating from his master quickly left her face and returned to her blank impassive look "that is not the real question you should ask- is such listening enough to perceive the world around you? It is not because listening to another's thoughts is like attempting to see the universe only with your eyes. It is equally limiting".

"That concludes the first part of this lesson, and we will continue on the next part of this using this ability at a later time when you finally ready to progress," and with that, she went back into her Holocron. He was left with a sense of unease but anger that she thought he wasn't ready.

-2 months time skip-

True to her word, they continued on the final part of mind-reading after I had come accustomed to using it on various people of the planet that would be curious as of the longtime docked ship, he would use it almost constantly on whatever life around him, it came in handy when he would need an escape from his pursuers.

"You have brushed the surface thoughts of another. It is a start," Christen's master mused from her Holocron, a slight smirk on her face as she was silently impressed with her pupil but would never fully admit it in front of him. Coming back to her thoughts, she shouted out the following instructions.

"Calm yourself, this time silence your thoughts, keep them still as if they were frozen in time" he let her words dig into his brain. Every word she said was like a wave, and he was standing in the ocean.

"Imagine the waters of a thousand fountains, each one coming out of another, each stream suddenly falling silent and still" he imagined precisely what she said a fountain, thousands of feet high, with a cascading effect of the waters that dropped from the sides. The seas were rushing wildly but went frozen still as he willed the force to do so.

"Now stretch out, feel the ship around you!" she shouted.

"Strip away the metal and strip the engines put it together once again as you then reach out into the forest, feel, touch, and see the souls and minds of those that fill the dark corners of the forest cites and underground homes, with more thoughts and dreams and worries than can fill its vast space".she smiled as she felt all his painful thoughts and dark memories rise to her and push past as she knew it would spread across the forest, holding every lings beings heart with the pain of her pupil.

I felt the minds of those within the forest, I sensed more fear and panic than before, and as if knowing what they were feeling, the foreign presence coming closer from within the woods surrounding the ship, their essence from the force felt like one I have felt many times, the feeling it sent him sent images from the men's minds to him. They were slavers or at least had been. He only saw flashes of memories. Still, enough to know they had used others in sick and twisted ways to better themselves, he also saw enough to know they were coming to the ship in the hopes of striping it for parts and selling them on the markets of the planet. To put it merely, Christen knew these were ex-slaving pirates. They bore no symbol, so that meant they could just be starting a clan of raiders.

'Master, I deeply apologize, but it seems that we have some unwanted visitors that are currently are wandering the woods nearby and closing in on the ship," he said with a drawl as he let out a deep breath when getting up from his position.

"Yes, it would seem that way, my child. How will you proceed with this?" she asked, wondering what type of student she's teaching. She had an idea but wanted to know what he would show her. Would he show her his true potential, or will he hide it from her?

Pacing around the room for a few moments, hit boots clattering on the metal floor of his training quarters, he mused on what he was going to do or instead how to do it. "I can't do anything big that would bring attention to me and risking giving the galaxy a peek at me, so killing them is out of the question, so I'll need an alternative that doesn't technically require me to meet them head-on or risk killing them, though I know it wouldn't bother you, master," he said to her as he knew of her sith history, she was a force to be reckoned with.

All Traya did was smile as she watched her student ponder and think of ways that he didn't waste his power on blindly destroying his enemies like some of the more savage sith and dark Jedi do when they have such limitless ability. "I may have an idea," she said, smirking as the response was quickly gaining his attention.

"You do, master? What is it!?" he asked, eager to resolve this matter without needless violence. She chuckled loudly at his enthusiastic response. Ah, she wished she was alive.

"a simple solution would be to use the simple semi-sentient animals from the land that surrounds us. These alien creatures have invaded their home, and they are wary and hostile to this prey if they come close to their nests. Still, what if you nudge the idea to push the invaders out of their home," she said, obviously telling him about an ability that she could teach him and in quick succession too as he was already so advanced in his learnings, he had already been on the ship for two years for fucks sake he was 18 years old. He wasn't even a knight, or at least that's what they would have considered him if he belonged to either of the orders.

"Are you trying to tell me that I can manipulate the thoughts and minds of the animals in the forest to attack them?" he asked, excited at the prospect of learning and using the power to gather an army of animals, laughing as he could see himself behind an army of small vermin.

"yes, the force flows even through those simple creatures. If you empty your mind, you may be able to feel their thoughts, and they are fully formed, basic instincts, primal urges, every breath dominated by the needs of the moment" closing his eyes, he felt what she said. They were simple beasts only controlled by their urges.

"I can feel it. I can feel them" the beats of the animal's heart bounced throughout Christens's head, their instincts were merely animalistic obviously "the force is strong in some of these creatures… but their minds are mostly weak, prey on those that can hear your thoughts- use that chance of their curiosity to influence them simply".

"Okay, I can feel them," he said, reaching out through the force "smaller, more nimble beasts can be easier to affect than other sentients, but you must bridge the gap that lies between what distinguishes them from us," she spoke with a commanding voice.

"Do you ou feel their thoughts? As a low rumble that sounds before the silent storm, use the force to nudge the beasts into attacking the invaders, do carefully and slowly; otherwise, you'll scare them into rejecting your thoughts" doing as she said, he slowly touched the minds of the creatures that freely allowed him to take hold of them and started implanting the idea to drive off the invaders that were all but twenty meters from the ship, a few moments passed as nothing happened, then suddenly he felt the increase in their hostile savage emotions. They all tore into a mad dash for the raiders. The birds swooped down. The bus buzzed towards the raider's nostrils and ears. The small mammals started chasing them.

"Fuck! Why are these damn fucking beast attacking us!"

"The Birds! They're attacking us AHHHHHH!" the smallest raider yelled as a little bird pecked out his eye.

"This is the work of a Jedi! It has to be," the other raider screamed in pain.

"Fuck! This is too much. I'm out of here!" the leader shouting as he ran away with small squirrel-like creatures climbing up his back and biting into him as his head was crawling with bugs.

They left the forest running and screaming with the animals hot on heels until they stopped at the edge of the woods, watching the invaders running with their tails between their legs, their thoughts growing fainter as they exit the range of his power. The animals quieted down before returning into their holes.

Opening his eyes, he stared before his master, "they are gone, my master, and they'll be back but not for a long time and greater numbers."

"that's good because if they went missing, then it would gain the attention of the local law enforcement, which would our training more difficult" her smile disappeared once again before she continued the training, "now to continue with the lesson."

-Time skip eight months-

Christen was sitting shirtless at a table with various metal pieces strewn around small metal casings with tiny crystals attached. The background of him showed the red cube of Naga Sadow watching over him.

He was using the tools on a pair of low-grade armor that he found on the ship. When he gathered all the pieces of armor, his master spoke in a sharp. Still, even tone "the art of sith alchemy or as it was previously known as force alchemy is to imbue an object or creature with force, manipulating the molecules of the object and see to it that your desire to create such an item that augments your force abilities or a weapon to use against your enemies to a very high degree, this low-grade armor with the help of alchemy will make it stronger and more formidable then armors that would be considered heavy hitters," he said describing the next lesson. Christen looked at the armor, the grey and black colors of the soft armor.

"the tool you see before you will help you in imbuing the force with these garments" with a wave of his master's hand, the tools began to float lightly and hummed with power, stretching out to him eager to be used once more "now use on the force to bring them to life, pour your power into the garments twist and turn them into whatever you want them to be and chant in the ancient language of the sith to begin the ritual."

Doing as he said, he watched in awe as the tools hovered above the garments, the force within them singing in glee at being used again. His teacher started chanting, and he followed with him "in di ka zuz ka sutta swit tus gin tik," the force singed with him as he poured his power into the clothes while the tools etched ruins into the clothes and changed them into something he dreamed of. The next few hours seemed like days to him as he pulled every bit of power and imagination into his garments, his master merely watching him and occasionally snapping at him and hitting him with force lightning if he messed up or talked back...

Once it was done, he lifted it to see his work.

What was once ordinary grey and low-grade black armor meant for small store security was now a lava orange and white hooded battle armor. It could now take on an entire firing squad without breaking though, the armor fit him snuggly, and he smiled like his mom was giving him praise.

The white hood attached to an open white vest that fits around the clothes, leaving two long pieces of the front of the vast dropping down to the knees while the whole backdrop to the back of the knees, tan trousers with leather wrappings around the legs and armored knee guards, blacklight armored chest plate with ruins scratched into it, long armored arm guard attached to an armored glove both had defaults running up the arms, (star killers Jedi robes).

The clothes sang to him through the force humming at his touch. His teacher watches with pride at his work.

-2 months later-

It has been two years since he started his path through the force when he stumbled upon the mysterious ship...or was it his ship now. He had almost completed his training in the force, his body began to grow in and toughened through his rigorous training, and he was now standing at an average height of even six feet, he had a clean-shaven face-shaped diamond-shaped head, his unique orange eye's glistened brightly like two active volcanoes, he was now down to just below his shoulders, the blackness of his hair seemed to pull in the light around it.

Unfortunately, growing into his body made him what the locals of the planets his ship would frequently visit handsome, it made him always keep his hood up as whenever he didn't would bring him unwanted attention from the female population included members of his pursuers who changed their tactics of killing him to capturing his heart or him and keeping him forever. At the same time, it was a nice change of pace from everyone wanting to murder him. However, it was still bothersome at every corner. It was another woman who either professed their love or asked to hang out with him. It always happened around the brothels, the men would get mad and hunt him since whenever he did accept, they would rarely change him for their sexual services, but he still managed to lose them thanks to the environment and his powers when he needed them. When he had returned from a night out on a planet called Shili, it was one of the times where he wouldn't want to leave the planet, and he could already see his current master and his cube around the ship's ramp; he was glaring at him.

"he's waiting for you... I hope you had fun at the brothel" The cube and his master disappeared and waited for him inside without allowing him to answer

Currently, he was sitting before one of the final three cubes watching as the middle red cube activated in his presence "you have come to learn the secrets of the force," Darth Plagueis said, standing before in a holographic projection. the cube was more alive than the others, and he figured it was because this master was somehow still alive

it was the only answer after going through all the possibilities

"Yes, master," he said, bowing before the sith lord who held him set up with pride at being called master.

"as you know, the force is caused by tiny bacterial organisms within every creature called midi-chlorians, the higher count of midichlorians, the stronger a person Is in the force, my master before me and I found a way to manipulate the bacteria to not only divide the cells but even to create life" the alien sith lord explained looking at his young student who stared at him in awe.

"you found a way to manipulate the Midichlorians… ingenious master" the sith lord held himself up with pride at the reveal of his most tremendous success. His apprentice across the galaxy wasn't so entranced.

"yes, now I will pass my knowledge onto you, come and head to the medical lab in this ship with me," slowly standing up, walking over as he picked up the red cube and headed down past the engine room and to the room opposite across the cargo hold.

The room was filled with various medical equipment unused. It was of no surprise to him because of the ship's log dating back to before five thousand years—setting the cube onto a desk, he watched as it activated again to present the sith lord.

"Good, now that needle and draw some blood," the sith lord pointed to a clear capsule. The inside held five small devices with tiny needles along with a short leather belt. Doing as he said, christen grabbed a belt and tightened it around his exposed arm, and inserted the needle into a vein, feeling the pinch and sensation when he drew blood into the capsule before taking it out and applying a tiny bacta patch into the mark healing it almost immediately.

"Good, now connect that device within the capsule into the DNA analyzer" he was pointing to the machine that was twelve feet to his left his master watches as Christen did as he told and closed it, hearing the machine hum until a ding sound came from it indicating it's complete, "the machine cross refinances matching DNA in the galactic records as well as count the midichlorians with the blood."

Blood analysis complete Results:

Species: Human/yashen

Matching DNA: none/ yashen species died out nine years ago.

Midichlorians count: 29,465

It was a bit saddening that there's was no known being that he might be related to and that he now learned he was the last of his species. However, his teacher was looked shocked, and that was an understatement. He thought his master had a heart attack at the result "over 29,000, could he be a result of my experiments along with the fact I've never heard of this species Yashen... might have to do with your excellent surviving skills and your unique eyes" the hologram of the sith lord mused silently to himself before gaining the attention of Christen.

"Now, once you're done with the DNA analyzer, we will begin your training in Midichlorians" his master smiled like a hungry predator.

-3 months time skip-

Christen sat at a table with various objects and four crystals of the same color as his eyes. He had found them in the middle of a cave on an icy planet called illum. The ship was still currently on the planet. Even, they would be leaving as soon as he finished constructing his sabers, now there thousands of metal pieces on the long table surrounding the crystals in front of him along with the floating white cube projecting the hologram of his teacher Meetra Surik who trained him in various force forms and abilities throughout his training. He mastered form two and formed seven. His master said the seventh form was the hardest to master, but it came naturally to him.

Now she was overseeing the creation of his first lightsabres after he uses force alchemy on the components. Beskar was the metal he was currently using.

Using the force, he lifted the crystals, upsetting them at a horizontal angle; the vortex rings slid over the crystal and attaching to the power cells at the end, the field conductor attached to the side of the rings while the energy gate connected to the opposite end of the vortex ring, the orange crystal spun and glowed with power generating small amounts of power as the half-completed sabers floated in mid-air, the recharge sockets attached over the field conductor and vortex ring covering it, the focusing crystal chamber or lens screwed over the energy gate. In contrast, the controls attached at the opposite side of the recharge socket, the casing had multiple rules on it.

The casings slid over the power cells meeting the controls and locking with the lens and completing the lightsabres as it pulled towards his hand as he felt the sabers touch his palms, closing his hand, he felt the spiral design of the lightsabers, opening his eyes, he finally got a good look at his creation.

It was a long black and dark grey cylinder hilt that made his two double-bladed lightsabers. The middle of the four sabers had a sizeable long gold middle casing around the crystal lens slightly covering over the crystal, a small long metal casing under the gold container the middle of the sabers where they could be broken into four separate one bladed lightsabers the connecting ends were in a spiral so that he could spin the sabers much faster but yet keep the same amount of control, the swords were a little longer than a standard lightsabre. He felt it hum at his touch. Unknown to him, his masters were afraid of what his next master would do; they could not save him from the fate that awaits him, and it tears them apart to not speak to him after his training finished.

Activating the sabers, he felt the recoil from the four lava colored blades of energy spring out of the hilt; the blazing orange blades illuminated most of the room; he stared in awe at his creation, a sense of pride and familiarity as he held the sword before him doing a few blade moments mesmerized by the flow of the weightless blade.

"Excellent, you have made yourself your own lightsabers. It is uncommon to have four lightsabers but knowing you, my apprentice, you will manage it anyway, as you have with your twin blades. But remember, it is an extension of oneself, a tool for a Jedi to defend and a weapon for the sith to destroy," she said, smiling behind a sheer sadness at what the force wanted for the child. Meetra shuddered inside at the thought of this child going through such a life.

It hadn't been long since she has come to love him like a son. she would teach him all she could, and only to be used and tortured by that evil man Bane.

She knew it was a journey that would teach him to become the first Jedaii in tens of thousands of years but looking at him now, the innocence of a child who never got to be one, the look of longing when he looked to the stars. She knew she only felt this way because he resembled and reminded her of her own son, now the hard part was to become detached in next coming months as it would be the last she would ever see of her student who Became a son to her, looking at him as he continued to practice with his new Lightsabers, she could only teach him to be the best the future could comprehend.

-3 months time skip-

Christen's ship had landed in a temple on a planet called Korriban, he was trying to speak with his masters, but for the last month, he could not even find their holocrons.

What confused him even more, was that many hooded men were outside the ship when he was called to the ship's training grounds. when he ran in, he found himself face to face with His last master and final training with Darth Bane, the creator of the rule of two, and his final trails before he can embark on his journey that he's been planning since he found this ship and learned that there was more out there than he could even imagine

Before him, the red cube projected a hologram of a bald human man in living armor that he heard causes him pain, which he uses to fuel his power.

"Now, I will teach you about turning your pain to your strength," he cackled as the doors around the room opened with robed men filling them as he was now scared that he might die from these men, he was more confused on how they got on the ship, had they come to form the temple outside; as Christen turned to his master before he could even react his body was thrown back first into the wall from a barrage of force lightning and his world ended in black as the last words, he heard before he once again became a slave rang in his head. He was trying to keep his balance when his mind broke when his master uttered his words.

"with your power, I will train you to bring me back to life, stupid child," Bane spoke as the words rang. Christen's mind was in a swirl of blackness. He could hear his knees hit the ground as he could feel the air change and the temperature dropped.

Bane chuckled at the thought that this Boy had no idea what his life would become from now on. He would be turned into a slave that Bane would simply tear into for the next month. The Boy had no clue that his new master would then make Christen trust him by giving him enough time to let his new Pet find and breed a family, to provide the Pet with a life for seven years on the outside galaxy, Only for the project called punisher to reel the man back in with the fake promise of finishing his training to take up the mantle of the Grandmaster of the Jedaii.

Bane thought bake to when He had located the spear of an ancient Sith lord that had turned against the order when he encountered a doorway called the World between Worlds, the master had died of the moon of bogan, Bane had tried to go down to tythons surface, but as soon as he got into the atmosphere, his ship would get rocked by electrical storms. He had to use hundred of slaves with dozens of ships to recover the damn thing, and that his acolytes held it, he could interweave it within his Pet to make him immortal...well, at least until the ritual sucked the life force from his body to give himself an immortal body.

But Tenebrae wrote that he would need to make his Pet a literal force nexus or gather enough force users to sacrifice, which had to number in the thousands, so that idea was ut the window, only leaving the ritual. He would then be forced to do a body and mind transfer with himself through the force into a newly created body of his choosing.

First, he would need a couple of hundred years of training with his new Pet. It should be no problem with the spear since it slowed time for the user by almost a thousandth of the time in the real world.

Bane was confident his Pet would break in time. He already was powerful in the force, the most he's ever seen.

But with his slave living his life on mandalore, he must build the foundation of his new empire, the Saviors Empire, and using the child interwoven the time spear, the Pet could bring valuable information within a fraction of the time of anyone else. He would get new force-sensitive clones from his Pet's yashan heritage, the superspecies that unfortunately were wiped out ten years ago from an exploding star.

His Pet must build grit, and he knew just the planets to send his Pet on with the spear, of course. Time was on his side this time, and he would use it. He looked at the list of planets on the datapad below his Holocron that his supporters had piled up.

SLAVE EXPEDITION AND TRAINING AFTER PHYSICAL TESTS 1-367, AND MENTAL TESTS 1-78

PROJECT NEXUS

1. Korriban 50 YEARS AWAITING COMPLETION

2. Dromund Kaas 8 YEARS AWAITING COMPLETION

3. Ziost 10 YEARS AWAITING COMPLETION

4. Exegol 12 YEARS AWAITING COMPLETION

5. Zakuul 10 YEARS AWATING COMPELTION

6. Anzat 5 YEARS AWAITING COMPLETION

7. Byss 5 YEARS AWAITING COMPLETION

NEXUS EXPEDITION AND TRAINING AFTER COMPLETING PHYSICAL TESTS ANF MEANT TESTS 79-149.

PROGRESS AFTER COMPLETING IS INTERNAL COMPETING OF ESSENCE TRANSFER

1. Force planet (unknown if real)

2. Yavin 4 5 YEARS AWAITING COMPLETION

3. Ando Prime 2 YEARS AWAITING COMPLETION

4. Lehon 6 YEARS AWAITING COMPLETION

5. Rakata Prime 10 YEARS AWAITING COMPLETION

6. Tython 80 YEARS AWAITING COMPLETION

7. Tythons Moon Bogan 20 YEARS AWAITING COMPLETION

8. Tyhons Moon Ashla 20 YEARS AWAITING COMPLETION

9. Mandalore 2 YEARS AWAITING COMPLETION

10. Dxun 5 YEARS AWAITING COMPLETION

250 YEARS BEFORE THE FINAL STAGE FORE PROJECT NEXUS, DARTH TENEBRAE'S INSTRUCTIONS OF THE RITUAL AND WARNING OFF POSSIBLE DESTRUCTION OF BODY WITH COMMERCE DURING FORCE TRANSFER. DESTRUCTION OF THE TIME SPEAR WILL BE IMMINENT AFTER THE COMPLETION OF THE RITUAL.

12% WARNING REJECTION OF TRANSFER WOULD INDICATE AN EXPLOSION BY SAID FORCE NEXUS, INDICATION ENUGHT OUTPUT TO CRIPPLE A SMALL PLANET.

Bane smiled to himself as he gave almost fifty sith Acolyte orders to bring him slaves to begin an empire.

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