Disclaimer: Don't own Star Wars! Lucas made it and it now belongs to Disney. This idea came from a fan film made by a YouTube use name Apsis Motion Pictures, not me!
The sound of lightsabers filled the air of forest on Deralia, disturbing the natural peace the animals had been enjoyed within the past few fours. Source of disturbance erupted from the two blades of plasma as they crossed with one another. The hilt of each blade was held in the hands of person, each one skilled with the lightsaber.
One of these combatants was a Jedi, who did not don the typical brown robes of his order. Rather he wore pieces of light armor over a simple white tunic and pants, as evident with the plates of cortosis on his entire forearms and legs. The Jedi let out pants through his respirator as he used his lightsaber, powered by a red crystal, to block the blows of his attacker.
His attacker, strangely enough, had not been a member of the dark sided Sith or a simple Dark Jedi. The attacker was a full-fledged Jedi Knight in the typical garbs of his order and his lightsaber's blade blazing blue. The sunlight reflected off of this Jedi's shaven head, but his eyes shone with an uncontrolled passion and rage as he attacked.
The masked Jedi almost lost his footing from the force of another blow against his lightsaber, but he was quick to recover and his green eyes met the other Jedi's blue. Both combatants had been trained in the ways of the Jedi Order, both were taught patience and serenity. So why was there so much rage inside of the other Jedi? Why would a Jedi be attacking one whom would be his brother-in-arms?
To the one donning the respirator, the answer was obvious. It was not long ago that this Jedi had been a Sith Lord under Darth Ruin's New Sith Empire and fought against many Jedi. This once-Sith had committed many crimes under the dark side before another Jedi Master confronted him and turned this Sith to the way of the Jedi.
While it was not new for a follower of the dark side turn to the light, it did not mean that other Jedi believed. There were some Jedi who believed that if given the right push, the new Jedi would return to their Sith ways and must be struck down. And that is what his attacker planned to do.
The former Sith Lord at first had been against using his lightsaber, simply dodging any assaults the other Jedi threw at him. The plates of cortosis on his arms were known to be resistance to lightsabers and had been useful in deflecting his attacker's blows. However, the strikes became faster and the former Sith Lord was forced to draw his weapon.
So far, the masked Jedi had been reluctant into killing his opponent. It was not a matter of skill, for the former Sith Lord knew he could overpower his attacker, but he feared that if he did, he would return to the path of the dark side. The bald Jedi did not seem to care for moral conflict within the former Sith as he continued to attack.
The blue blade was swatted away by its red counterpart, and the Jedi found his target's fist pounding against his jaw. The Jedi had been taken by surprise but he became even more surprise when he saw the former Sith's red lightsaber coming towards him, and he raised his blue blade.
The said former Sith sent blows that battered away at his opponent's defenses and often left openings that he would exploit. The masked Jedi continue his assault and his attacks soon became a pattern: Strike, parry, fist to the face. Strike, parry, elbow to the chest. And finally, strike, parry, and finish with a kick to the stomach. Non-lethal methods he learned from his Jedi training.
Each physical assault sent his Jedi attacker back and he hoped that the man would stand down. Instead, the non-lethal methods made the Jedi angrier and angrier with every blow he suffered. After the kick struck him, the former Sith Lord saw the stern barrier crack as his opponent let out a scream of frustration that was exerted by slicing off the head of a flower that was nearby his foot.
Such reaction and lack of control was recognizable to the masked Jedi. The former Sith had seen such actions done by himself and fellow Sith, and now this Jedi was doing the same thing. His attacker was no longer a guardian of peace, but a wild animal who could no longer contain his anger. And he was at the end of it.
The former Sith prepared himself and blocked another attack to his head and another to his leg. His opponent managed to come back with a surprise slash to his abdomen, the tip of the blue blade grazing the light armor and leaving a gash across it. As the masked Jedi grasped his wound with a free hand, his attacker leapt into the air with his lightsaber over his head.
The masked Jedi noticed it and was quick to back away for the blue blade to strike the ground instead of him. He could feel the specks of dust and dirt from the ground fly over his brown hair, and his green eyes remained focused on his attacker, who continued to press on the assault. Blue blade cross with red blade as the Jedi pressed his attack on his 'enemy.' The former Sith's defensive barrier weakened with each wild strike sent at the red blade grasped in one hand while the other was covering his wound.
The red blade swatted away a stab at his leg, yet the bald Jedi spun around and lowered his blade on the former Sith's heel. In spite of the pain, the masked Jedi did his best to turn around and dragged his wounded foot across the ground. He needed to retreat, in order to survive the encounter.
Even as the former Sith retreated with wounds, his attacker would not leave him alone as the blue blade made more strike across the armored back. The former Sith collapsed onto the ground and the other Jedi simply stood there, his eyes filled with pride over his opponent.
The feeling of fatigue had overcome the former Sith as he tried to clear his thoughts. Any wounds his attacker had inflicted upon him left the masked Jedi in pain as he tried to stand on his two feet.
As he did, it was then the former Sith Lord had forgotten about his Jedi attacker and focused his attention to what was beyond the forest. A mere hour ago, the former Sith saw a city that thrived with people whose beaming face remained in his mind. Now, the flames rising from the wrecked buildings, coveting the air with burning smell of death. And the Jedi before the former Sith Lord had made it so, simply because the city had forgiven him for his past crimes.
Any hesitation he carried prior was gone, and there was nothing more to regret. The Jedi before him had forgone his code and his duties. Even if he died, the former Sith knew that this Jedi's thirst for 'justice' would bring the doom upon others. He needed to be stopped.
The former Sith stood, his hand grasping his lightsaber in anticipation for the next move. Swinging his lightsaber, the Jedi struck again and again, both strikes were blocked. Then, the former Sith slammed the knuckles of his sword hand into the Jedi's stomach, with his fingers still wrapped around his weapon.
The red blade block another slash and another before the masked Jedi lashed out with a kick to his attacker. The boot collided with the Jedi's knee and the Jedi found himself collapsing on that knee. Before he had a chance to react, the Jedi felt searing heat of a lightsaber burn into his burn and stuck out of his stomach like a spear.
The former Sith stood behind the Jedi, both hands grasping the hilt of his red lightsaber as he withdrew the weapon from the Jedi's body. Sensing the pain erupting from his attacker, he decided to end it by bringing his lightsaber on the other Jedi's neck. The sound of two thuds echoed across the forest along with the dying sputter of a lightsaber.
Victory was in the masked Jedi's favor as he stood over the corpse of his attacker. The threat was gone and he possibly saved the lives of those yet to born. However, that had not been on his mind. What had been on his mind was the emotions he felt after he claimed his victory.
And the masked Jedi felt it all; rage, hatred, fear, happiness, sorrow. But he felt nothing wrong. There was no loss of control, no sudden craves for power, nothing that he felt during his life as a Sith Lord. At the same time, he had not restrained his emotions like his Jedi training taught him. There was nothing wrong. He felt at peace.
The masked Jedi turned his gaze from the corpse of his attacker and towards the sky. His mind felt conflicted between the ideals of the Jedi and the Sith as he pondered over the wave of emotions he felt.
Then, one thought arose. One thought that dared to question the ideals of both orders: 'Perhaps, it's time for a new order.'
AN: Okay, so this prologue is practically an exact scene-to-scene rip-off of the SW fanfilm 'INVERSIONS.' I felt it was necessary to have it so I could start off the story to explain the origins of the 'Third Order,' a concept, which mind you, has been used in other fics. But this particular one belongs to Apsis Motion Pictures, not me!
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