Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Owner of the Voice

The planet of Moraband...or Korriban...reminded me slightly of how Tatooine looked from orbit. Though, while the dry and clear look of the nearly uninhabitable planets seemed similar, Korriban's surface practically gleamed red. In addition, the usual shady traffic I encountered on Tatooine was nowhere to be found.

Embo had mentioned a trading guild location on the planet, but with some asking around, I determined it was on the opposite side of the planet as my approach was.

I wasn't sure why I preferred that. Maybe it was because I didn't want word possibly getting back to the Republic about my exploration of the planet. Or maybe it was because I felt drawn to this particular part.

The planet almost seemed to be breathing, it was teeming so much with the Force. Despite the obvious life power that flowed through it, I felt cold. It was the Dark Side. Still, I could tell that what I was feeling was only a gentle echo of the power that had once resonated on the planet.

When my ancestors had practiced their dark arts there. When the fallen jedi...also my ancestors, technically...came to the planet and enslaved the Sith purebloods, entwining the dark arts of the natives with their own knowledge of the Force.

I swallowed as I turned off my autopilot, entering the planet's dusty atmosphere. The moment my sensors registered that I had dipped below the dark cloudline, my senses burned like a fire in my mind. I was in a daze, my hands tilting the joystick to turn my ship and coast through the desert landscape. The very planet itself glowed a dark orange in the slow sunset, the dark red sand of the world spinning in slow circles in the wind. Massive formations of red rock towered above the wings of my shuttle, casting me in shadow as I passed them.

I didn't know what navigation I was following. I just knew that something was calling me. Tugging at the back of my mind like a child pulling incessantly at a string.

It wasn't long before I emerged from my low-flying flight, passing a few final towering structures of stone to find a valley. It pulsed with power.

And with the echoes of the dead.

The valley was lined with temples that I somehow knew were tombs. A particularly large pyramid structure stood at the end of the valley, the long stone courtyard that led to it littered with destroyed statues. The statues that remained intact depicted massive towering warriors, their heads bent.

I couldn't tell if the action was supposed to be out of respect...or submission.

The engines of my shuttle whirred to a low, cooling hum as I set the ship down within the massive courtyard. The gangway descended, the surprisingly cool wind whipping past my cloak that was draped over my plain, dented armor-I'd scratched away the paint during the hyperspace jump to Korriban. I pulled the hood of the dark gray cloak up over my short hair, trying to block some of the swirling sand.

Whatever had called me here was quiet now. There was no voice in my mind. No enticing words to draw me closer.

But there was a darkness. And power.

I strode from the gangway of my shuttle, following the pulsing power that pulsed from deep within the towering pyramid. My eyes were drawn to the horizon, aware of how the sun was almost halfway below the mountains, the valley darkening from orange towards red. My peripheral vision caught movement, drawing my gaze.

Something feral loomed up in the broken structures that lined the valley. Its stature vaguely reminded me of Marrok, Embo's anooba. Yet, instead of covered with fur, the creature looked almost leathery with long spines trailing down its haggard back. It's long tail, difficult to make out in the fading light, looked long and whip-like.

Even though it didn't come down from where it lurked, I could tell it was watching me. I walked a little faster up the stairs and through the towering metal door that was slightly ajar. I wondered if it had been pried apart by raiders, searching for lost trinkets of the Sith species. Then again, maybe it was pillaged by those that continued to study the Dark Side.

Had others heard the call that I did?

I briefly considered that the door may be ajar on purpose...to invite me inside.

The halls inside were dark, illuminated only by the sweeping beam of my flashlight. It was only a short distance to cross a second threshold that opened into a long room. A stream of orange light filtered in from structural insecurities, encasing what looked like a stone coffin below at the end of the hall.

I stopped at the edge of a short staircase, leading into what I could only guess was once a court. It almost resembled a throne room. Massive statues along the room, depicting bent humanoid forms looking like they were trying not to be crushed by the pillars they were holding up. I swallowed hard, feeling the power resonating from the sarcophagus at the end of the room.

Decorating the stone were lines of old-looking metal, inscriptions etched into its surface. Despite my knowledge of languages, I had to admit that I had my shortcomings. Whatever was written there was old...so old that I couldn't even begin to decipher what it might say.

As I drew closer, my eyes adjusting to the darkness, I saw a looming statue towering over the sarcophagus. The figure was cloaked, its face in shadow. His large arms were crossed over his chest, as I imagined the body within the sarcophagus was lain.

My heart leapt to my throat as I felt a familiar surge of power, my chest going cold as the air grew frighteningly still. I stopped in my tracks, a black mist rising from the sarcophagus with a low hissing sound, like sand sliding over stone. The mist continued to rise, an orange glow resonating from the top of the coffin, like someone had lit a fire inside.

Fear froze my muscles as a figure began to take shape within the mist and fire, lifting his head slowly to stand in a mimic to the statue behind him. His hands unfolded from his chest as his glowing eyes regarded me. Despite the glow, his stare felt cold. Deadly.

The figure, though floating as a frightening apparition, wore armor as if he was in battle. Beautiful designs that I was sure once held meaning decorated the metal plating, his helmet sitting low to almost over his eyes. Were they not glowing, I was sure they would have been cast in shadow.

"Finally," he spoke, the hair raising on the back of my neck. "You have answered my call."

I knew his voice. His was the one that spoke in my mind, drawing me to Korriban. The one that gave me power...and darkness.

"It's you," I whispered fearfully, my fingers curling nervously around the pistol at my hip.

The spirit-as I now determined him to be, considering the circumstances-laughed. "That weapon won't serve you here," he assured me, waving his hand. I half-expected the pistol to fly from my holster, but nothing happened. Was he so sure it wouldn't hurt him that he didn't even bother to remove it from my grasp? He was obviously Force-sensitive, given his connection to me and his ability to somehow live past death...like Qui-Gon had.

"Who are you?" I asked finally, mustering my courage. I forced my hand to come off my pistol in a fake show of understanding and confidence.

The spirit rose to full height-which was rather impressive, mind you-and let out another chuckle. His voice in my head had always been a bit off-putting. But in this massive chamber, it was even moreso. I could tell his power was even greater here than anywhere else. His words echoed, almost sounding like three voices rather than one.

"I am Darth Bane." For some reason, that name sparked a recognition. I'd heard something about him...somewhere. "I am the greatest Sith Lord to have ever lived."

For some reason, my sass found its way back to the surface, my eyebrow arching. "How is that? Wouldn't the greatest Sith Lord find a way to defeat death? Wasn't there one of you that did that?"

That was dumb to say. I felt his anger chill the room even further, his head bowing to glower at me. "You speak of what you do not understand, girl," Darth Bane hissed. "I alone have saved the Sith."

I kept myself from responding with a sarcastic remark about how he was dead again. "How?"

"The Rule of Two."

That sparked a thought. I'd heard about that. It was whispered in the darkest corners of the underworld. Especially after Obi-wan killed one on Naboo. "Always two Sith," I whispered. "Did you train Maul?"

Bane let out a dark laugh. "An apprentice struck down be a padawan? No. I would not train one so weak."

I breathed slowly, trying not to panic as I felt Bane's powers curling into my mind, wrapping through my thoughts. It was violating feeling, as if my fear was unlocking the doors of my mind for him.

"Why did you call me here?"

Bane regarded me for a moment, sifting through my thoughts. "I created the Rule of Two to ensure the survival of the Sith." The spirit floated around the room as he explained, his eyes only straying from me briefly. "Once, we were a vast empire, overflowing with power. The old sith powers...as well as the jedi...believe that the Force is like fire." He either saw my confusion on my face or felt it in my mind. He continued. "They believe that the Force is passed like a torch to their followers, spreading light throughout the galaxy at an equal brightness. They are wrong." I felt his contempt, not only for the jedi, but for the sith army that existed long ago. "The Force is like venom." Darth Bane turned abruptly, tilting his armored head. "You're afraid."

I found no sense in lying. "Yes."

"Why?"

"Because I don't understand. These abilities have always been there, but as of late, they only continue to grow. I can't control it. I could hurt someone."

Darth Bane chuckled lowly at me. "Your bloodline is strong in the Dark Side. You will learn."

"You mean how I'm a descendant of the Sith."

"Not just any Sith, girl. A king. And powerful fallen jedi that would eventually claim to be a sith himself. Though, he was never a lord as I am."

"Why not?"

"Few dare to take on the title of Darth, child. Those who have borne it before me have proud histories."

A thought occurred to me, some of my fear beginning to eb. This spirit, while imposing, had yet to display any true threat to me. Thus far, he seemed like he was merely interested in me. Why would he call me here, only to kill me?

"What do you feel of those that call themselves Darth now?"

Darth Bane's demeanor darkened as he loomed around the room, glowing faintly in the shadows. "The current Sith Lord has held fast to my rule, in which the apprentice, when he or she surpsasses their teacher, slays their master." I started at his words, my forehead folding in fear again. "This disturbs you?"

I swallowed. "Killing the person who taught you everything? That's...brutal." My mind flashed to Jango, who had taught me nearly everything about bounty hunting that I now knew.

"You think of the man who saved you from slavery," Bane mused, sending a chill down my spine. "The ways of the Sith, in order for them to continue, must be contained within the Rule of Two. When an apprentice suprasses the master, they become the master themselves to then continue passing on our teachings."

"Why does the master have to die for that to happen?" I asked, clenching my hands. "It works just fine for the jedi to have multiple apprentices in life."

Darth Bane hummed lowly. "You've spent time with the jedi. How do you perceive their power?"

I shrugged. "They lead armies. They can tip the scale in the war. I've seen them do incredible things."

"Perhaps," Bane allowed, which surprised me. "But I see where your thoughts stray. To the supposed sith you battled on Vandor."

"Supposed?"

"He is but a pawn. His end will come when his master chooses a new, better suited apprentice." I thought for a moment about how Dooku could possibly just be a pawn. He practically led the Separatist alliance. He fueled the continuation of the war itself. Bane read my thoughts. "A powerful pawn, mind you. But a temporary piece that will be replaced by one even more powerful."

"Do you know who the master is?"

Bane watched me, chuckling. "You are not ready for such knowledge, child. First, you must learn why there are only two. I said before that the Force is like venom. Do you know why?"

"No."

"It dilutes in numbers." For some reason, I didn't entirely believe that. I'd seen the jedi do incredible things, and there were a lot of them. "Consider your jedi friends," he butt in, following my thoughts. "They were subdued by a half-baked sith. Imagine them facing a master. There are only two sith because our lust for power, which drives our strength, turned our armies to infighting. That was why we lost to the jedi long ago. With two, there is always one master and one apprentice. The venom does not get diluted when shared between only two. The teachings of the Sith Order are passed down between them, and they work from the shadows. This is how the sith survive. How we will find power again."

I swallowed. "I understand that," I allowed. "But I still don't understand why you brought me here. There are already-" I cut off my own words, remembering Bane mentioning a new apprentice for the dark master. An apprentice to replace Dooku.

"You are a swift learner. Good."

"Wait," I cut him off, watching the spirit float above his sarcophagus once more. "What if this isn't what I want? I don't even fully understand the sith. I only know what-"

"What a jedi taught you," Bane completed for me. "I'm aware. I called you here for your potential to be the next great Sith Lord. I care for the furthering of our code, though the current master is greedy, seeking immortality as many have before him. If you are fit for this, you will be his student and one day, surpass him to continue our order the right way."

"But-"

"You have great power, young one. You must learn how to fully tap into that power. I will teach you. Show you that this is your destiny as your bloodline demands. I will make you fear nothing. You will be unstoppable."

His words, though dark...were seductive. I used to have a lot of fear. I had many things that still frightened me. To be rid of that weight? To be able to strike down those that have hurt me? That scarred me so deeply that they still creep in my nightmares?

"Never listen to what others say. Take the jobs you see fit to yourself. The ones that you believe in."

Jango's voice was so loud in my mind, I nearly whirled to see if he was in the room. Still, my senses told me otherwise. I wondered if Bane had tapped at that particular memory on purpose.

"I am…" I hesitated, glancing at the stone beneath my boots. "Willing to listen. I want to understand. Hear both sides."

"Good. Sit, child." I breathed deeply, steadying myself before sitting cross-legged on the floor. "You have felt the power of the Dark Side before-my own, flowing through you. What did it feel like?"

"It felt…" I searched for the words. "Hot. Powerful. Uncontrollable. Dangerous."

"Not good?"

He was prodding me towards an answer, I knew. But he wasn't entirely wrong in his assessment either. "Maybe a little good. It felt good to protect my friends. To have power over someone so horrible."

"Yes," Bane praised. "Do you understand that this is a power you would not have possessed if not for you anger? For your hatred? You were facing a sith, after all."

"I understand. But what made my ability better than his? He was a trained jedi once. And trained by a sith."

"Bloodline is part of that. Those born of strong force users are often strong in the force themselves. Another is you have quite a well of passions to delve into. Dooku, though wronged by the jedi, still learned their ways of coping. Of suppressing their emotions. That keeps him from his true potential for growth."

"A well of passions?"

"Your pains. Wrongs done against you. Hatred. Fear. Anger...love." I recoiled slightly at his words. "You've lost so much, child. Use that sadness. Turn it to anger. To power."

I shook my head. "I don't want to be angry all the time. I think," I paused, sounding pathetic even to my own ears. "I think it would consume me."

"It very well could. As is the risk of all sith." That answer surprised me. "Your emotions give you power, but you are not a slave to them. You are a slave to nothing."

"The Force shall free me," I muttered, remembering the words the spirit had fed me while I battled Dooku.

"Yes," Bane hummed in approval. "I can sense your hesitations at the jedi teachings."

It wasn't a question. He was more...leading me to explain. "Yes," I allowed. "I understand they aim to control their abilities, which I do as well. But they allow not emotion. No attachment. That's not...possible." Bane floated before me, his hands folding behind his back. "Even two of their most powerful jedi have broken this rule. No one can truly let go of attachment."

"So you see the lies of the jedi. They praise the light and try to snuff out the darkness with no regards to the power it provides. The freedom it provides. Do you understand that the Jedi Council would lose their power over others should their younglings understand this? This is why they fear the Dark Side so much."

I understood. But something else flashed to my mind. "Wouldn't that defeat the Rule of Two?"

"No," Bane insisted, looming closer to peer at my face. "Those who were shown the truth would forsake the jedi ways, but they would not be Sith Lords. It would merely break the corrupt power of the jedi."

"Why is the Dark Side...bad?"

"It's not. The jedi have painted it so. In their overly righteous minds, they deem that all those with Force-sensitivity must serve the cause of the jedi-a cause they use to better themselves. Sith allow emotions, as it better connects us to the Force and strengthens our abilities within it."

Every word he spoke drew me in further. He was right. I was angry. Hurt. Alone. Scared. The jedi would have be hush those feelings. Bury them deep within myself. Or even worse, let them go.

They would belittle the things I'd gone through.

"I will teach you," Darth Bane said again, floating before me. "Stand, apprentice." Something within my swelled with pride at the title. I'd never been a formal student before. Even Jango had only taught me so that I didn't die the second I left the planet. Bane wanted to teach me.

I stood, regarding my new teacher with some excitement.

"Close your eyes. Feel the living Force that flows through this planet." I did as he asked, already aware of its power. "Think back. What makes you hurt? What angers you?"

That wasn't hard to do, despite the memories being painful. I felt Bane in my mind, nudging me towards terrible memories, painting them in red in my mind.

Living on the streets of Corellia, abandoned by parents I never knew. Forced to work for local gangs and criminals. The torture of the Zygerrians. The sting of their whips on my back-scars I still carried on my skin. The burn of the brand on my inner forearm. Being sold like livestock. Being eyed by all those who passed through Jabba's Palace. Having to defend myself whenever Jabba wasn't there to protect me. Death Watch. Defiling me. Using me. Scarring me even further until I barely had a will to live anymore. Jango dying. Boba blaming me. The jedi's mistrust. Their plans to kill me because of my biology. Aurra pitting Boba against me. Rex...Rex saying he loved me. That he wanted me to stay.

I felt Bane in my mind. A part of me screamed that I understood Rex's dilemma. I understood why he couldn't leave. And then Bane entered my thoughts, splashing red over all the memories.

Rex had asked me to stay because he feared me. He wanted the jedi to control me. Maybe even kill me. He didn't love me, like he claimed. He was trying to say whatever he could to keep me there.

"Good. Good," Bane chuckled. "Feel your anger. Let it help you connect with the Force. Do you feel it?"

Angry tears pooled on my cheeks as I nodded, breathing heavily. "Yes."

"Lift those rocks." Bane gestured to a pile of heavy looking stones in the corner. My anger began to dissipate immediately.

"I've almost never done this on command. It's always been...survival."

Bane invaded my mind, bringing me back to Lawquane's homestead. Rex had known about my Force abilities. Had he really just perceived that...or did he already know my secret? Was he a tool all along to gain my trust. To make sure the Republic-no- the jedi had control over me?

"Lift them, my apprentice," Bane demanded.

I turned to the rocks, stretching out my hands as I had in the past when I used the Force. I expected it to be difficult, as it had been before. I expected it to take all my concentration and will power.

Instead, fueled by my rage and confusion, the rocks lifted off the ground rather swiftly, surprising me. Still, my power drained quickly, my stamina within the Force poor at best. The rocks dropped back to the floor as I breathed heavily, looking at my own hands in awe.

"Good, my apprentice. You have incredible power. You will learn quickly," he assured me. "The sith create their own lightsaber crystals," he explained, floating before me with his hands behind his back. "They were once forged artificially through the Dark Side. Most apprentices I would have create their own. Yet, I sense that there is a particular crystal calling out to you." That sentiment surprised me, considering I'd heard no call apart from Bane's.

Bane's spirit swelled as if he was taking a breath before turning to me to glower from beneath his helmet.

"Go. Find this crystal that calls to you. Return when you have found it, and not before. Then your training will continue."

I bowed my head slightly. Maybe it was my years as a slave. Or maybe it was Bane's thoughts prodding me to do so. "Yes…" I hesitated for a brief moment. I'd had to call people master before, when I was a slave. But this...this was different. He was my master not as an owner, but as a teacher. "Yes, Master," I said finally.

Bane's spirit seemed pleased before his essence began to dissipate, the mist sliding back into the stone sarcophagus at the end of the room. I was left in darkness, aside from the pale moonlight that now filtered through the crack in the ceiling.

I turned my flashlight back on before heading out of the tomb, hoping I could hear the call of whatever lightsaber was apparently meant for me.

Author's Note:

Sorry I've been off the map for a while. Lot's going on. Anyways, the next 3ish chapters are actually thoroughly planned (which I never do tbh) so they should come at a relatively decent speed so long as I keep up on writing them.

As always, comments, reviews, questions, and shares are welcome and encouraged!

-Ryder