(I forgot to put this in the prologue chapter: This story takes place at the beginning of The Darth Bane: Rule Of Two storyline and continues into the Dynasty of Evil Storyline and will expand further past that story as well hopefully to the legacy storyline like I want it to. In this fic Darth Bane has just destroyed the Brotherhood of the Sith making himself the last of the sith in the universe...or so he thinks. One sith survived the thought bomb and although he is still a child he is strong in the force and will stop at nothing to destroy Darth Bane and recreate the sith himself.)

Chapter 1 The Encounter

After the young Sith Lord Var Shan climbed down from the cliff that housed the cave, that protected him from the thought bomb, he began walking through the thick war torn Jungles of Ruusan. As he walked though the seemly never ending jungle he looked around the ruined once great jungle. It was literally covered in broken blaster burned barricades, dead republic and sith soldiers, med and ration packs that had been tossed every which way, spent blaster power packs, and a mix of viroblades, blasters, and lightsabers. It had been a truly glorious battle, but from the growingly larger number of dead loyal sith follower soldiers it became quite clear to Var who had been the victor of the final battle.

"I need to get off of this kriffing planet I'll never be able to achieve my goals if I'm forever stuck here. Given the circumstances I'd say that right now it's a really good thing I'm still only a ten-year child the Jedi and the republic would never suspect a child. If I run into any of them I'll just say that I'm some poor lost boy who's parents were killed in the war and needs to get off the planet. Var Shan said to himself as an evil grin crossed the corners of his face. But this sense of joy did not last for long, because their was one huge problem with his plan, and Var knew what is was even before he looked down at his belt. It was his lightsaber if his lie were to work he'd have to get rid of it.

"It pains me to admit this, but I will have to get rid of my blade. It's the only sure way I know I won't be exposed however it will also leave me at a great disadvantage. I'll keep it with me for now until I can find a ship, or someone to take me off this world. Var thought to himself as he took his lightsaber out ignited it, stared into the beauty of its bright crimson red blade, and then put it away again.

Var continued walking through the once lush and beautiful burnt jungle for what seemed like hours until he found what he had been looking for. He had found an abandoned sith camp once, he was finished shifting through it he would have all the supplies he'd need to survive and maybe even a ship to leave this wasteland forever. But unfortunately he was not the only one to have found the camp. Their was a small group of about ten to twelve sith soldiers shifting though the empty tents in the camp trying to take whatever they could from their dead former masters. This act of disloyalty enraged Var greatly he had to stop himself from unleashing his wrath with his lightsaber. No it wasn't time for him to battle yet he would have to wait, and then strike them down one by one at the correct time. He knew this was the only option, he knew that these soldiers were former mercenaries and clearly were only out for themselves and would defiantly not except Var as their new master. Realizing this Var slowly and stealthy shifted towards the soldiers who were furthest from the group and could be stricken down quickly without alerting the others to quickly.

"Alright I can do this I am the master of the sith their isn't anything beyond my reach now…Yes that's right…nothing. And nothing will stand in my way least of all greedy traitors like you. Var thought to himself as he gathered his energy and started storing as much of the force as possible before he struck. It did not take long for this to happen Var had always been strong in the force it was why Lord Kaan had always seen so much potential in him. But what came next amazed even Var their were five of the soldiers near Var. Before the others had any time to react and pull out their blasters, Var had already snapped the necks of two of them with force, gripped two more with the force and sent them flying hundreds of miles through the air, and used a saber throw with his lightsaber to impale the last horrified soldier. Unfortunately the rest of the soldiers had of course heard this, half of them came charging at Var and the other half took up tactical positions to gun him down in a hail of blaster bolts. Knowing he could not possibly block both waves of soldiers Var reached out with the force and created a wall out of some of the empty tents between him and his enemies a temporary solution, but one that gave Var enough time to try his plan B. Var used the force to create a secondary wall of force energy to protect himself then as the soldiers that had been charging started cutting their way through the tents, Var lifted up the five blasters that had been dropped by his first victims with the force aimed them, and pulled the triggers with his mind. Two of the soldiers had been quick enough to dodged but the other three were mowed down in seconds.

"Who the hell is this guy he's just some brat but he's mowing us down and dropping us like flies what do we do SARGE?" Roared one of the very terrified soldiers who was way off in the blasting half of the group to the biggest soldier out of the whole group. He stood at least two meters tall maybe even bigger, he had a short military brown hair cut with streaks of gray lines running through it, he was covered in small scars proof that he was a very experienced soldier and fighter, and he wore a thick upper body black dursteel armor with black pants.

"Calm down man this isn't a Dark Lord were dealing with its just some little brat, sure he's got a few tricks but so do we. We don't need the force or any kind of miracle to kill a little kid we just need to be smarter. And that sometimes means doing something crazy and unpredicted something LIKE THIS!" The man shouted as he threw a hand full of flash bombs, and thermal detonators towards Var. Not caring that his two men would also be caught up in the blast as well.

"Sarge but what about Jack and Sarah they were still over there with that monster why did you do that!" Shouted one of the soldiers at the man's side in anger and confusion about why they're commanding officer just killed his own people.

"It hurts but they knew the risks when they charged in without a plan with the others and now they're going to pay for they're impatience. I don't like it but at least they still have him distracted away from the bombs." The Sergeant said in a grim voice as he watched the massive explosion engulfing everything inside of its tiny blast radius.

Var had sensed that something had happened but he didn't know what and when he finally realized it was to late. He barely had enough time to create a small bubble of force energy before he was hit by the blast. It killed the two soldiers, who had tried to in vain run away from it, and then it slammed Var hard into a huge trees trunk and he fell hard to the floor, his vision blurred with blood, tired and low on force energy, and surrounded by his former prey.

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Not far from thee sith camp a young Jedi padwan and a member of the Jedi Army of Light Voren Kar had just arrived back on the planets surface. He like his fellow padwan and best friend Johun Othone had been rushed off the planets surface to the safety of the fleet as per general Hoth's last orders before he and one hundred other brave Jedi one of whom had been Voren's father were killed by Lord Kaan and his horrible thought bomb. Voren was about ten and half years old and incredibly gifted in the force, he had short dirty blonde brown hair complete with a young padwan's ponytail in the back, and he wore a standard brown jedi robe with a white tunic underneath that everyone else in the army and the jedi order wore. He like every other padwan in the army had been given a lightsaber to battle against the sith with upon their arrival on Ruusan's surface. His was a bright sky blue and he was still clumsy with it but he had master some of the more basic forms of lightsaber combat after his first few weeks on the planet. Voren had come back to the surface not to seek vengeance like his friend Johun for the death of his father and master Hoth, but for a very different reason. He had come back against the other master's orders because he had, had a terrible vision. He had seen a boy his age and even more gifted in the force be wrapped up into some kind of bubble made out of the force to protect him from something horrible. Then as whatever danger had finished and he crawled out of the cave he had been sealed in Voren realized that boy was a sith. He saw him slaughter a camp full of what appeared to be soldiers, the same camp he had seen from the sky when the ship had found a safe landing spot. And was now dashing towards like a mad man on his speeder bike with a small handful of locally recruited republic troopers. But that wasn't why he was rushing…no he was rushing because he'd seen another vision and this one had a strong tall looking man wearing an exact replica of the sith lord Darth Revan's robes and the exact same mask Revan had worn. And he was at the head of a massive sith army, which was waging a war, which made the final battle of Ruusan look like two children fighting each other. While he and his fleet created a darkness that engulfed the universes around them suffocating everything and leaving only a nexus of pain and suffering in it's wake.

"I don't know what this means or why I'm seeing this I'm just a padwan, but I have to try and stop it if it's really going to happen. He should be only a child like me right now so I don't need any of the master's help. Plus they didn't believe me anyway I will have to do this myself." Voren thought as he and his republic soldiers dismounted from they're speeders and rushed into the camp.

What Voren saw there was horrible their was dead…no slaughtered sith soldiers who all had expressions of absolute terror in they're eyes. Some had even been crying as if trying to beg for forgiveness to they're killer for angering him before he stroke them down. Voren found more sith bodies, and then he looked around the camp not finding whom he had come for.

"This doesn't make any sense this is the camp I saw but where is the sith lord where did he go? Voren said in utter confusion and disappointment in the thought that his vision had been wrong.

Voren who was about to give up and leave and beg the masters to forgive him, spun around as fast as he could. After one of his soldiers had screamed and tried to shout something before going silent and then…Voren saw him. The young sith boy almost materializing out of nowhere as he tore into the helpless republic troopers his red lightsaber dancing across the air as he ended all of they're lives with it. Then with a smirk on his face the boy turn towards Voren.

"Well jedi come…I hate to be kept waiting and I have a lot of work to do" The boy said after he reignited his red lightsaber and pointing it at Voren.

(Please Review this I feel pretty proud on this chapter, but I need some good feedback from a reader to see)