I hope you enjoy this one. I got this chapter out a little quicker than the rest, but I don't think it's too bad. I hope you'll enjoy it.

Chapter 5: Taken

Zen Novak watched as his child played with the large, green lizard, having it do tricks and other stunts. It was large and one of the more intelligent herbivores on Arachord, but his child, his son had tamed it easily, even though he was a single year old. Sometimes this scared Zen, but he was becoming proud of how strong in the Force his son already was.

They were in a small field, one of the many farms on Arachord. A small cottage was nearby, his home and sanctuary. A dark green forest surrounded the field. Zen began to nod off, when a crash from the cottage awoke him.

Calling his lightsaber to his hand, he ran back to his cottage, leaving Ordo with the lizard. As soon as he burst through the door he saw and felt exactly who he was dealing with.

Pure-blooded Sith.

The Sith warrior turned abruptly towards Zen, along with a small squad of six troopers. He was badly outnumbered.

Activating his blade, the warrior stepped forward, towards Zen. Zen, in turn, activated his own blade. The sith charged at him, blade coming down on Zen. Novak knew he couldn't win as soon as he felt the power coursing through this warrior. He could only escape. He felt fear for his life and he pushed the warrior back with the Force a few steps. Long enough for him to turn and flee. As he ran however, the sith laughing at his back, he tripped on a large green thing.

Turning to look at it, he saw it was the lizard his son had been playing with. The only difference was that it was dead. Then, almost as if on command it's stomach split and he saw as a swarm of bugs was released, having eaten it insides. The lizard had been dead for at least a few days. Which meant that his son had been playing with a corpse.

Then fear took hold of him. Not of the sith or death, but of his son.

Looking around, however, he could not see his son. He had wandered off. Cursing himself for his stupidity he glanced back at the cottage and he saw his son crawling towards the sith warrior, who seemed to be looking at him with an interest in his eyes.

Novak rushed back to the cottage, yelling incoherently as the sith warrior glance up from the child and back to Zen. His eyes changed from interest to wicked glee as Zen leaped towards him, lightsaber poised to strike the warrior down. Then, in mid-air, Zen stopped abruptly, being held there. Confusion shone on both the warrior's face and Zen's. Novak looked towards his son and saw the child for what he had become.

It was said in an old legend of Arachord that a child born in hate would become a child of hate. His lover, the princess had hated Zen, even while birthing his child. She had passed her hatred onto her son.

"Son." Zen pleaded, his voice filled with fear of what he had raised. Though there was no way possible for the son to reply, being only a year old, Zen could almost hear the word.

Father…

The warrior watched this exchange in disbelief, even as he drew his lightsaber to strike down the man.

"You were the reason the rightful queen of Alderaan joined the empire. Her hate for you." The warrior said. "Though she also wants you dead. Can your son kill a full-fledged jedi master?"

As if in response, Novak felt his son tighten the grip on his neck, but Zen cleared his thoughts and looked at his son for what he truly was.

A monster.

With a crack, Zen Novak's son snapped his own father's neck, letting him fall limp to the ground.

"Interesting." The warrior said, crouching next to the toddler. "Do you know what you have done."

In response, the orphaned boy force pulled the Novak's lightsaber from his corpse, before activating it and sending it spiraling towards the stunned imperial troopers, killing five of them, letting the last one live, forcing him to watch his comrades die. Then he snapped the troopers neck as the man screamed in horror.

"I'll take that as a yes." The warrior said, an amused glint in his eye at the carnage. "I can feel your power and your intelligence. Come with me. I will raise you and train you in the ways of the dark side."

The child looked at the sith for a moment, as if he was thinking. Then he nodded.

"I think I'll name you Darith." The warrior said, picking up the child and turning to leave. "How does that sou- "

Before he could finish this sentence, the child turned to look at the warrior, and soon the sith noticed the color of his eyes. Solid Black.

"Actually, how about Dragothis." The warrior said, slightly shaken, though too proud to show it. "It's old sith for born in hate."

So I hope you enjoyed this chapter. So far for the Knights of the Fallen Empire we have one vote for the neutral sith inquisitor as the outlander. Thanks bobywhy for the vote. I invite any helpful feedback on the story, and please continue voting for who the outlander should be. I'm going to be giving it some time.

-Dragothis