Hey, everybody! I don't usually do these author's notes right at the beginning of a chapter, but for the sake of context for this story, I feel like this is necessary. This is mainly for you all to understand the Star Wars main timeline in which this takes place.

This Star Wars is strictly Legends based, and it takes place between 1300 and 1010 BBY, so none of the beloved original trilogy characters will be making an appearance. This whole story is set within a time of my choosing, so that way I have limited restrictions with what I have planned.

For those who don't know about the timeline I have set, this story takes place before the reign of the Sith legion called the Brotherhood of Darkness, led by Skere Khan. In this point of Star Wars history, while the Sith are still at war with the Jedi, they are all fragmented, so there's no singular unity.

Anyway, that's what I just needed to say, so I hope you like what I have planned, and enjoy the chapter.

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A Wayward Sith

Death and fire.

That was all that could be seen by a young boy as he ran between the buildings of his village.

The buildings, that is to say, that weren't burning to the ground. The attack came out of nowhere, and the village had no time to prepare. Garqi was such a small and insignificant world, used for growing crops, mainly beans. No one should have even wanted to attack, but they did.

The young boy, who appeared to be at the age of ten, ran as fast as he could with a singular destination in mind. He ignored the sounds of blaster fire in the air. He ignored the smell of smoke that flooded the wind. He even ignored the sounds of people screaming in anguish and fear as they all tried running to find what little safety there was. He only cared about one thing, and that was making sure his home was still there.

When he finally made it back, his eyes widened in horror as he witnesses his home burning. The home he grew up in, and the place he's had so many fond memories in, was now nothing more than a burning pile of wood and ash.

"Mom! Dad!" The young boy exclaimed in fear. No answer was heard, but he heard something behind one of the buildings that were on fire. Thinking that it may have been his parents, he quickly ran in the direction he heard the noise, but when he got there, he wished he didn't.

Kneeling down on their knees were his parents, and they were burnt plus badly hurt, showing that they were in their home when it got attacked. Surrounding them, laughing maniacally were just four of the pirates that attacked his village. One was a Rodian, the other was a Trandoshan, and the other two were humans, and they each had their weapons trained on them.

His eyes became filled with anger as he charged right at the pirates. "Let them go!" The boy cried out, but his charge at them was halted when another pirate, a Durros, came in to his side and knocked him down with the blunt end of his blaster rifle. He was dragged towards the others and was forced to stay down due to the pirate pressing his boot to his back, preventing him from crawling to his parents. "Mom! Dad! Are you okay?!"

"We're okay, Colvar!" The mother said, with tears in her eyes.

"It's going to be okay, son! You understand?!" The father said, wanting his son to stay strong despite what was happening. "Just stay strong, and it'll all be over!"

"Oh, it will be over." The Trandoshan pirate said sinisterly as he walked up behind the boy's parents, holstering his rifle, and pulling out a pistol instead. "We'll make this as quick as possible, since we're feeling generous."

The boy's eyes widened in horror as he could do nothing but watch as all the pirates laughed maniacally as the Trandoshan placed his blaster pistol behind the mother's back. She could only look at her boy and gave him a loving smile. "I'm right here, my little one." She said tearfully with a soft smile. "It's going to be-" She never finished as she was shot in the back, and toppled over dead.

"NO!" The boy exclaimed as he tried to get back up, but the Duros pirate upped the pressure on his boot to his back. He could do nothing but look towards his dad in desperation. "Dad! Dad, please, no!"

"It's alright, son! Just close your eyes, son!" The father said strongly, even as the pirate trekked right behind him and held up his pistol.

But the boy did not close his eyes. They remained opened as he could do nothing but watch as the Trandoshan pirate shot his father in the back, as well. Time seemed to slow down all around him as the boy watched his parents' bodies, lying motionless on the ground. All noises around him were muffled as he could not focus on anything around him.

"Well, that was fun to watch." One of the human pirates said with a laugh, which was shared by his fellow pirates.

"All fun has to end sooner or later." The Trandoshan pirate said with a shrug as he made his a way towards the boy, who lied motionless and didn't bothered resisting anymore. The pirate then kneeled down so he could speak softly to the boy. "Listen, kid, don't think of this as personal, but you just have to understand. The war between the Jedi and the Sith is just making it harder for us pirates. You know how it is, you gotta take every opportunity you can."

The boy remained silent, not even acknowledging the pirates words with a response. His eyes never left his dead parents form.

The pirate took this as the signal to keep talking. "So, since I'm such a nice guy, how about I just put you out of your misery, and reunite you with your parents." He raised his blaster right above the boy's head.

It was in that moment the boy tore his eyes away from the corpses of his parents and focused them on the pirates. Unlike his eyes that showed anguish and turmoil, their eyes showed no guilt whatsoever, with a mix of glee from all the horrible things they have done. These people, they were worse than pirates...they were monsters.

His eyes changed from looking devastated, to becoming enraged as he clenched his fists so hard his knuckles were turning white. Something in him, something dark and primal, was boiling up inside him. It was just begging to lash out, to make him release all the pain and anguish he was feeling in this very moment. These monsters took pleasure in the torment and death of his parents, his entire village.

He had nothing left to lose, so he listened to this feeling, and unleashed it.

"RAAAAAAAAAA!" The boy screamed out and just gave in to whatever he felt inside. An unknown explosion of pressure exploded off the boy's body, sending each of the pirates flying back away from him.

The boy breathed heavily as he unleashed whatever that was, but just as quickly as he felt that mysterious power, it instantly left him. He tried getting up, but he felt a rush of fatigue in his muscles, preventing him from running off when he had the chance.

The Trandoshan pirate quickly got back on his feet and hissed ferociously at the young boy, but also had a look of recognition. "I know what that was!" The pirate sneered as he brought out his rifle, since the shockwave knocked his pistol out of his hand. "You're dead, kid, before you become a problem!"

SNAP-HISS!

The pirate paused before he could fire a shot, as he looked down to see a bright red lightsaber pierced his chest from behind. He gasped as he tried to speak, but he couldn't as he slumped forward dead, collapsing on the ground. The other four pirates quickly stood up and gasped in shock by seeing their comrade dead, but the boy paid them no mind, as his eyes were solely focused on the red lightsaber that shined through the thick black smoke from all the fire going on around them.

The weirder of the red lightsaber stepped forward through the smoke, revealing themselves in all their glory. They were a male Anzati, which was close to looking human, except for the bulbous nose and tendril protrusions coming out of his cheeks, with short black hair, wearing dark clothes underneath a black hooded robe. However, the most intimidating feature about him were his piercing yellow eyes that glared at each of the pirates in front of him.

One of the male pirates, whether it was out of anger or stupidity, pointed his blaster rifle at the stranger. "You'll pay for that!" He exclaimed as he was about to fire.

The other human saw this and his eyes widened in fear. "No, stop! He's a Sith!"

The warning came too late, as the identified Sith raised his hands in a three fingered pinching motion, causing the pirate about to shoot to halt his attack. He reached up around his neck and looked like he was trying to pry invisible hands around his neck. He gasped and tried his best to breathe, but no air entered his lungs. The Sith stared hard at the pirate, before he squeezed his hand slowly, causing the pirate's neck to snap, before he collapsed dead.

The other pirates were shocked, before they all fired their blasters at the Sith, who effortlessly deflected each shot with his lightsaber. One shot ricochet right back at the Duros pirate, hitting him square in the chest. The other two pirates started to back away in fear, but the Sith just raised his hand, lifting them both up in the air, before unleashing a torrent of Force lightning from his fingers, killing them both.

The young boy stared up at Sith in awe and fear, and just kneeled there as he watched the Sith approach him slowly. The Sith stared down at him with his cold yellow eyes, unmoving, except when he extinguished his lightsaber and holster it to his hip. He dared not speak, unsure if he was being saved, or if he was just biding his time for the thrill of it. He clearly saw that this Sith didn't need to use his lightsaber to kill a man.

The boy's father has told him tales about the Jedi, about how they were keepers of the peace that protected the innocents in the Republic. Throughout this attack, he prayed that they would come and save him and his parents, but they never did. There was no grand entrance with heroic intention, no multi-colored lightsabers everywhere slaying the pirates, and no Republic ships above the sky shooting down the pirate shuttles.

No one came to save them. No one came to save him.

No one...except this Sith.

His father told him tales about the Sith, though he never painted them in a good light. He told them about how they were the mortal enemy of the Jedi and Republic, and that they plagued the galaxy for thousands of years. Just when they think the Sith a defeated, they always come right back, and the Jedi are always there to try and defeat them.

But the boy had so many questions about this particular Sith. Why is it that this Sith was here? If he and the rest of his kind were said to be so vile and evil, then why did he save him? And, finally, what was he focusing so much on him?

"What you just did, boy." The Sith spoke in both a deep, yet raspy voice. "Do you know what you just did?"

The boy was unsure what he was talking about, but he then remembered that feeling he felt when those pirates were about to kill him. All that fear for his life, the anger he felt when he saw his parents die, and the hate he felt for all the pirates that attacked and murdered his family and village. He didn't know what that was, but it felt pretty good to unleash it.

"I don't know." The boy answered truthfully, not breaking eye contact with the Sith.

Once again, the Sith just stared at him, his expression unchanging. "Do you want to know what that was?" The Sith asked, causing the boys eyes to widen slightly. "That was power. Real power." The Sith held out his hand, causing one of the blaster pistols to fly right into his hand. "These people. They think that this gives them power, but they have no idea just what real power is. The power the dark side grants those like me...those like you."

"I...I don't understand." The boy said in confusion.

"Do you want to understand?" The Sith said, before he turned his back and was about to walk away. "If you follow me, I will teach to harness that power. The life that was once yours will be over. You will give up everything you ever hold dear; your life here, your friends, even your very name." He looked back and gave a glare to the child. "And I warn you this one time. If you choose to follow, you will be put through so much hellish training, you will wish you died with your parents." With that said, the Sith walked off and awaited his decision.

The boy just knelt there, unsure of what to do. The choice before him was not an easy one, as one might think. If he were to accept, he'd basically be giving up his entire identity, throwing away the traditions and lessons his parents have brought him up on. He hesitated, as he knew there was no guaranteed survival if he chose to follow the Sith.

But when his eyes lingered to the corpses of his dead parents, and to the smoldering remains of the village, he knew that there was nothing left for him here. He said his old life would end if he chose to follow.

His old life has ended already.

With his mind made, he quickly rode up and ran towards the Sith, before walking closely behind him. He wasn't sure what path this decision would lead him to, but he knew that this path was his choice to make.

He just wasn't aware how much this path would change his life.

/

Ten years later...

When one thought about the ancient Sith Empire, and the worlds they called home, the first and foremost that comes to mind would be Korriban, the ancient home world of the Sith and rich with the power of the dark side. Then there would be Dromund Kaas, the once simple Sith colony world that would later on become the capital of the Sith Empire. The Sith have conquered so many worlds in their prime, and were like a raging inferno, burning down everything that stood in their way of galactic conquest.

Their conquest throughout the galaxy have given birth to so many powerful Sith Lords, whose names are still whispered to insight inspiration among dark side users, and fear among the Jedi. Names such as Naga Sadow, Exar Kun, Darth Nihilus, Darth Revan, and Darth Malgus, with the list going on. Thousands of years later and these Dark Lords of the Sith still bring terror to the Jedi.

But these days, the Sith are no longer raging inferno they once were, and the Jedi have been pushing them back even farther than before. The Sith have no Dark Lord to rally behind, and are fragmented across the galaxy. They have taken to fighting amongst themselves for dominion over territories, rather than focusing on their enemies.

The Jedi have also been erasing their history. It started when they raided Korriban and many other worlds belonging to the ancient Sith, and started pilfering all that belonged to the old order from their tombs and temples. Korriban became more hollow, as almost all artifacts containing their knowledge and secrets were stolen by the Jedi, never to be seen again. Now the current Sith have hardly any references from the past to aid them, making them a former shadow of what they once were, and what they can never be again.

However, some Sith worlds have escaped this fate.

The planet Rhelg, at first glance, looked like many other unimpressive planets out there, with majority of it being nothing but plains, mountains, and a lot of wastelands in different regions around the world. This planet, however, has much more significance than one would guess, as it was once an important stronghold during the ancient Sith time. Rhelg was once one of the five ancient Sith worlds, alongside Ziost, Khar Delba, Krayiss II, and Korriban itself.

However, its location became secret and hidden away, even from the Sith themselves after so many years, so the Jedi have not had the chance to pillage and desecrate this sacred land. This, in turn, made it the perfect spot for ancient knowledge, if one were to find it.

Which would be soon, as fate should have it.

Coming out of hyperspace over the planet Rhelg, a lone fighter, a CX-133 Chaos starfighter, flew straight towards the ancient Sith world. It breached through the atmosphere and flew straight through a storm cloud, not minding the pelting rain and brief flashes of lightning. After breaking through the storm clouds, the starfighter flew over the rocky surface and looked like it didn't have a clear destination.

But out in the distance, near the mountains, standing tall was a large stone castle. Its color was dark and black, and it looked abandoned for many generations, but despite all that, it looked like it still held strong without being touched for thousands of years. The starfighter came in close as it began to slow down, until finally landing softly right outside the castle entrance. A hatch opened up, and the pilot of the ship fully stepped out.

The pilot wore a black robe with a hood that was up, and his outfit was mostly black, as well, but it had silver and red metal armor pieces around his chest and legs. His hands were covered with armored gloves, and hooked to his left hip was a lightsaber. The most prominent feature about him, however, was his metal mask, which covered the entirety of his head. It was made out of the same material as his armor, had some red markings along it, was mostly flat within the face area, and had two horizontal black eye lenses, with a red stripe going down where the mouth was.

(AN: For a clear reference, look up the Sith Marauder mask)

"I've finally found it." The masked Sith said with a voice modulator. "The castle of Ludo Kressh."

The Sith entered the castle and made his way through the ancient halls of a stronghold that once belonged to a powerful Sith Lord, one who once fought to become Dark Lord of the Sith. The halls were dusty, filled with cobwebs, and he could hear the scurrying of vermin throughout the stronghold. This was to be expected, as no one had lived here for over four thousand years.

The Sith walked through a set of large doors and entered the throne room. It was much larger than any other room within the castle, with a curved domed ceiling, and the walls decorated with giant statues of people wearing armor, horned helmets, and wielding mighty swords. No doubt these statues were of Sith Lords who ruled this castle before its final ruler, Ludo Kressh.

The masked Sith payed these statues no mind, as his goal was focused on one things as he made his way towards the throne. He stood in front of and inspected it, before taking a seat. He felt the armrests of the stone chair, before his fingers grazed something along the side of the armrest.

It was a button switch.

The Sith pressed it, and all of a sudden, a hatch opened up within the center of the throne room, leading to a spiral staircase that branched down to a dark abyss. The Sith took his lightsaber and ignite it, bathing the darkness with a red glow, before walking down the spiral staircase. After about five minutes of walking, the Sith finally managed to reach the bottom of the pit, where it seemed like an empty chamber, but at the center of that chamber laid a prize that so many Sith have sought after.

Place upon a pedestal at the center of the chamber was a small four sided pyramid with golden edges along its rims and corners, with a red crystal matrix, and coated with ancient markings and hieroglyphs.

A Sith holocron!

"There you are." The Sith said in satisfaction as he reached out his hand. Using the Force, the holocron floated off the pedestal and went right into the Sith's hands. He stared into the holocron, which seemed to have a slight glow to it, after finally being held by a practitioner of the dark side for so many millennia. "Now, time to reveal your secrets to me."

The Sith brought the Holocron back up to the throne room so he could have a bit more light, and kneeled down in a meditative position and placed device in front of him. He reached out his hand and let the dark side flow from himself to the holocron. At first, nothing happened, which was a little concerning, but then the holocron began to float in the air and the corners began to twist and rotate, before eventually unlatching to the crystal matrix.

A faint glow game from the holocron, before a red light shined from it, and a small projection of a person appeared right above it. This person was a humanoid man with light-red skin and tendrils along his chin, wearing galavant royal robes, a large horned crown on his head, and attached to his back was a double-bladed ancient Sith sword. This was the gatekeeper of the holocron.

"I am Ludo Kressh." The projection of the ancient Sith Lord declared as he looked towards the masked Sith. "Tell me, who am I addressing that had discovered my holocron?"

The masked Sith reached up on the sides of his mask and removed it, revealing himself to be a young man of twenty years old. He had dark hair, his eyes were yellow from being a practitioner of the dark side, and on his left cheek was a scar that went from his cheek bone to his chin.

"You can call me... Ominis." The young man said strongly.

"Well then, Ominis, perhaps you can tell me how long it has been since my reign here on Rhelg." Kressh asked with a smirk. "Does my fortress still hold strong?"

"Strong, yes, but it's nothing more than ruins now." Ominis said as he looked around the old throne room. "You have actually been dead for more than four thousand years."

"What?!" Kressh exclaimed in disbelief and anger. "And no other Sith has come to seek out my knowledge?! To understand the teachings I could provide?!"

"They never had the chance." Ominis answered honestly. "Almost all records of you and your castle have been erased, so no Sith have ever attempted to sought out your stronghold, but thankfully I found this." He reached behind and pulled out a folded up piece of parchment paper. "This is a page that came from an ancient text that belonged to Naga Sadow."

"Do. Not. Speak that name. In my. Presence." Thegatekeepergrowled in anger, which seemed to resonate with the holocron as it glowed a brighter red.

"Why not? It's not like you can do anything." Ominis said with a smirk, causing the projection of Kressh to glare at him. "I know you two hated each other, but without his mention of you in his texts, I wouldn't have been able to find you and this planet."

"Then tell me, Ominis, why have you sought me out in the first place?" Kressh asked curiously.

"I've come to you because you were said to be a proficient master in Sith sorcery and alchemy." Ominis answered as he clenched his fist in determination and anger. "The Sith are nothing like they were in the past. We were once united, an all-powerful force the Jedi feared, but now we constantly fight amongst ourselves, and are leaderless."

"Ah, now I see." Kressh said with a smirk. "You think that by gaining my knowledge you can claim superiority. You want to be the new Dark Lord of the Sith."

"The Sith respect power. It means everything to them." Ominis stated strongly. "Through the skills you could teach me, I will become more powerful than any other Sith, and I will make them submit. I will lead a crusade that will bring the Sith back to glory!"

Ludo Kressh continued to smirk as Ominis spoke, before he spoke next. "When my master, Marka Ragnos, died, I fought for the title of Dark Lord of the Sith against Naga Sadow. Our battle was legendary, but in the end I had to retreat, so that I could muster enough strength for a final offensive. Did I survive, Ominis?"

"No, you did not." Ominis answered. "You died during a final assault Naga Sadow planned out. He died shortly after by the Republic."

"He was always too reckless. I knew that if he were to remain Dark Lord, he would have led the Sith to ruin." Kressh said as he gave a look of intrigue to Ominis. "But if I train the next Dark Lord of the Sith, then my legacy would live on longer than Sadow." Thegatekeeper remained quiet for a brief period of time, before he gave a nod. "Very well, Ominis, I will teach you. I will share my knowledge with you, and in turn you will let the galaxy know that it was the teaching's of Ludo Kressh that paved the way to your rise to power."

"I will." Ominis said as he bowed his head. When he rose it up, he held a smirk of satisfaction, knowing that he was now close to accomplishing his goal. "Now, what's the first lesson...master."

/

(Five months later)

Through many months, Ominis was instructed on various ancient Sith techniques and skills that he didn't think possible. While Ludo Kressh was indeed a skilled warrior during his reign, he instructed the young man that a true Sith, a true Dark Lord's real power lies in their connection to the dark side of the Force. If he was to obtain the title of Dark Lord, he must be more than a skilled warrior.

The training was grueling, but he kept pushing through. He was used to this sort of thing, thanks to his old master, but while he pushed him physically, Kressh pushed him mentally and spiritually.

Right now, he was focused on an ancient technique that he didn't think to be possible. He stood still with his hands outstretched, sparks of Force lightning danced around his fingertips, but he didn't unleash them. The projection of Ludo Kressh watched intently as his holocron was set to the side to judge his progress.

"Remember, channel the dark side energies not just within yourself, but also throughout your environment. Once you do, unleash it to pierce the veil of space." Kressh explained with his arms crossed. "Once you have managed to pierce it, swirl it so that you will shatter the walls completely. By doing this, you will create a storm that can break the boundaries of space itself."

The Force Storm.

It was a technique that, theoretically, create hyperspace portals to anywhere you imagined. This technique could open personal hyperspace portals that not only transport ships to any part of the galaxy, but could even transport people, as well.

But there was a huge risk to this technique, one that could ruin everything that he had planned. The Force Storm is so powerful that it can tear apart everything that goes through the portal if it wasn't contained, or if the items going through don't have the proper protection. If he didn't calculate everything just right, he could tear himself apart if he foolishly rushed into the makeshift portal.

Focusing back on the training, Ominis shot out a few strands of Force lightning that impacted the very air, before they swirled around. The wind picked up as a glowing blue vortex started to materialize, while Ominis continued to shoot streams of Force lightning into it.

"Yes, very good, Ominis." The gatekeeper said with a smirk forming on his face, before it fell as he watched sparks of Force lightning starting to shoot out and impact the walls of the chamber. "Contain it! Don't lose control!"

"It's...fighting me!" Ominis grunted as he tried to contain the storm. The vortex shot out even stronger strands of the lightning, forcing him to break concentration and jump out of the way. The disruption caused the vortex to explode in a burst of energy, sending Ominis flying and crashing into the wall, while also sending the holocron flying back.

Ominis groaned as he got back up, inspecting the devastation the failed Force Storm has caused. He grunted in dissatisfaction, before walking over to the holocron, which, thankfully, wasn't damaged.

He activated it back up again, causing Ludo Kressh to reappear, and he did not look happy. "Another failure, apprentice." Kressh said in controlled anger. "How can you expect to become the Dark Lord, if you can't even master this one technique?!"

"I am following your instruction to the letter!" Ominis said angrily. "Maybe the problem isn't with me, it's with you!"

"If you intend to make the Sith submit to your rule, to have them respect you as the Dark Lord, then you need my teachings." The gatekeeper said with his eyes narrowed. "Sith sorcery and alchemy is all about manipulating the dark side to your very will, to achieve feats in the Force deemed impossible! You need to stand out amongst the Sith, and only I can help you achieve this!"

Ominis growled at this, but he knew he was right. If he was going to prove himself to the other Sith across the galaxy as the next Dark Lord he needs to be more than just a warrior, he needs to be a master of the dark side.

"Fine." Ominis said with a sigh as he stood back up.

"Now, let's try again." Kressh said with a nod. Before they could continue the lesson, the chamber began to shake slightly as dust fell from the ceiling, much to their confusion. "What was that?"

Ominis was confused, as well, as he placed his mask over his head. He reached out with the Force to see if he could sense whatever it was that caused the disturbance. He closed his eyes and reached out, and that's when he felt it. There was shadows moving within the castle. Not just one, but many, and they were heading right straight for the chamber.

"Oh no." Ominis whispered in alarm.

BOOM!

The door to the chamber exploded as Ominis quickly deactivated the holocron and covered his face from the dust. When he moved his hand, he looked where the door had been, as a smoking hole was left.

SNAP-HISS!

Piercing through the smoke, a single red lightsaber was seen, followed by another, and then another, until three red lightsabers in total could be seen through the veil of smoke. Stepping out from the smoke were three Sith warriors, all garbed in traditional Sith robes. One was a human with a shaved cut, the second was a Phindian with greyish skin, and the final one was a Zabrak.

"Ominis." The human Sith greeted with a sneer. "You're a tough womprat to find."

"But not impossible." The Phindian Sith said with a cackle.

"How did you find me?" Ominis asked as his hand hovered close to his lightsaber.

"You didn't cover your tracks as well as you think." The Zabrak Sith said as he twirled his lightsaber a bit. "The Master knows you. He knew you went seeking answers from the Sith of the past." His eyes trailed downward when he spotted the holocron in Ominis' hand, which he quickly pocketed away. "It seems you have found something in your journey. Return to the Master with us, give him the holocron, and he may give you a merciful death for your betrayal."

"If he wants me dead, he should have come to kill me himself." Ominis said in a smug tone as he grabbed his lightsaber and ignited it. "Instead he sends three errand boys are not worth grime under my boots."

"Why you son of a..." The human Sith growled out in anger, before he charged right at Ominis.

The two Sith clashed sabers and were trying to push the other back, but Ominis quickly twirled the sabers and broke the lock. The other human Sith grunted in fruition as he wildly slashed and hacked at the masked Sith, but Ominis quickly fell into Form III and deflected each blow. Ducking from another slash and coming in from behind, he Forced pushed the attacker back, sending him sliding back.

A battle cry from behind warned Ominis of an impending attack, so he quickly twirled his saber behind his back and deflected a strike from the Phindian. Using some decent acrobatic skills, the Phindian Sith jumped up and tried to slash at him multiple times, but each attack was quickly block. It didn't end there, however, as the Zabrak Sith came in and the two of them attacked Ominis at the same time. Flashes of red was all that could be seen as Ominis moved fluidly to block each of the attacks the two of them were throwing at him.

The other human Sith stood straight and held out his hand. "You're dead, sleemo!" He exclaimed as he unleashed Force lightning at the still battling trio.

The two enemy Sith gasped as they quickly jumped out of the way, while Ominis just stood there and held out his other hand. He caught the Force lightning in his open palm and contained it, but it was becoming difficult to manage, so he quickly shot it straight up to the ceiling, creating an explosion of dust.

"What?" The Zabrak Sith said in shock by such display.

"I've learned a few things since I've been gone." Ominis said smugly.

All three enemy Sith glared at Ominis as they circled around him, now more cautious as this wasn't gonna be easy as they thought it would be. The Phindian made the first move and tried slashing at him, but Ominis quickly deflected each strike, before the other human Sith came up next and the two of them slashed away at him.

Ominis deflected each of their strikes with ease, but then the Zabrak jumped up and brought down his lightsaber, forcing Ominis to initiate a four-way blade lock with him on his knees holding back three lightsabers at once. The three enemy Sith smiled cruelly as they inched their sabers closer to Ominis' face.

But he was not finished yet.

Reaching behind him with his free hand, he pulled out a second lightsaber hilt and held in a reverse grip, before placing it on the knee of the human Sith. He gasped and tried to stop him, but it was too late as Ominis ignited his second lightsaber, causing it to pierce the enemy Sith's knee.

He screamed in pain and stepped back, giving Ominis an opening to throw his hands out and created a Force wave that sent them all flying back. Ominis saw that the injured human had the most difficult time getting back up, so naturally he was the perfect target. Using the Force to increase his speed, Ominis quickly dashed right towards his injured enemy, who tried to desperately raise his lightsaber in defense. Despite this, Ominis slashed one of his lightsabers in an angle that cut off both the human Sith's hands, before using the other saber to cut off his head.

The Zabrak and Phindian Sith looked on in shock as their comrade's body fell limply to the floor. Ominis couldn't help but smirk beneath his mask as turned to face his remaining two enemies, twirling both his lightsabers a bit before getting into a Jar'Kai fighting stance. The two remaining Sith cautiously circled him, waiting for the right moment to make their move.

The Phindian Sith jumped up high and delivered a downward slash, but Ominis stepped back and blocked with one lightsaber, while the Zabrak came in from behind to strike, though his attack was blocked by the second lightsaber. The two of them slashed rapidly at Ominis, but the young Sith blocked each of their strikes and delivered a kick to the Zabrak's stomach, pushing him back.

The Phindian continued his attack, going for a single arm horizontal swing to the side, followed up by a diagonal slash, yet Ominis continued playing defensive. Still, he knew that if he relied on his long reach, he can easily strike at Ominis at a distance while keeping out of his reach.

Ominis knew that his opponent had the reach advantage, so he needed to make sure he used those arms for something else. Looking up to where he saw the chamber ceiling cracked from his deflection of Force lightning, he saw that it was really cracked and damaged. Reaching up with his hand, he used the Force to bring down a large chunk of ceiling and bring it down straight towards the Phindian Sith. Seeing the chunk of rubble heading towards him, the Phindian reached up with both arms in panic and managed to catch the ceiling piece with the Force before it could crush him.

That was his final mistake.

Taking his distraction as the perfect opportunity, Ominis performed a saber throw with one of his lightsabers, causing it to slice right through the Phindian Sith's midsection. He gasped in shock, at first, but, as the life slowly left him from the wound, this caused him to lose focus on the rubble he was keeping up, and it dropped right on top of him, crushing him.

"Should've jumped out of the way." Ominis said casually.

The Zabrak Sith gasped in shock by how easily they have been defeated by this traitor. It should have been so easy since they had the numbers advantage, yet he managed to wipe two of them out so easily. He needed to find a way out of here, but there was only one exit and he stoodbetween him and it.

"That's right. I can feel your fear." Ominis said as he reached out and his second lightsaber flew back to his hand. "If you surrender now, and submit to my rule, then maybe I'll let you live."

"You...you will never be Master!" The Zabrak Sith exclaimed defiantly.

"No...I'll be much more than that." Ominis said strongly. "I'll be Lord."

The Zabrak Sith growled in frustration as he charged right at Ominis. Letting the dark side fuel his rage gave him an extra boost of power, but he was just acting like a rabid animal and had no strategy whatsoever. Ominis blocked each and every one of his strikes with ease, from overhead strikes, to mid drift slashes, to even strikes aimed at his legs.

None of the Zabrak's attack were reaching his enemy, and he was leaving himself wide open.

Ominis decided to stop playing defense and start going on the offensive. After blocking one strike aimed at his head, he slashed back with his second blade and started rapidly using both his blades. Each of his attacks were blocked, but the Zabrak rapidly stepped back to try and gain some distance. It was all for nought, though, as he eventually had his back literally to the wall.

Ominis decided to end this now, as he slashed upward with one lightsaber, sending the Zabrak's weapon fly straight out of his hand when he tried to block it. With his second blade, Ominis stabbed the Zabrak right through the chest all the way to the hilt. His enemy gasped in silent pain, unable to move as the lightsaber went through him and even pierced the stone wall behind him. Deactivating his lightsabers, Ominis watched as the Zabrak fell face first to the floor, signaling his defeat.

Ominis knew that this would have happened eventually, ever since he abandoned his master's Sith regime. The Sith don't take traitors too kindly, so an inevitable clash was bound to happen. Luckily, these ones underestimated him, so it was easy to catch them off guard with his skills. However, if the more experienced Sith were to face him...

Or was yet...his Master.

He can't think about that right now. Rhelg could no longer be his sanctuary to train under tutelage of Ludo Kressh's holocron. Fools these three may have been, it they were not stupid. No doubt they sent a transmission before facing him that told their other Sith comrades where he was. He can't use his ship either, lest he risks them placing a tracker on it, so there was nowhere he can hide.

Luckily for him, there was one other way out of here.

Gathering the dark side within himself and his environment, Ominis unleashed a torrent of Force lightning that impacted the air, before creating a swirling vortex in the middle of the chamber.

He had to get it right this time. There was no room for failure.

The Force storm tried fighting him again, but this time Ominis knew what to expect. He let the dark side fuel his anger, and in doing so increase his power. It tried to fight him, but he gripped his hands pressed them close together, concentrating the storm into a single point. Pretty soon, the vortex became stable and Ominis created a perfect Force storm. It wasn't big to send a ship through like how Kressh said it had the potential to be, but he wasn't looking to send a ship through, just him.

"I... I did it." Ominis said to himself as he knelt down in exhaustion. The storm took a bit out of him, but he needed to stay focused and keep moving.

Making sure that he created a small yet strong Force barrier around himself, he walked on through the vortex. Just because it looked stable, doesn't mean he can't take precautions from being torn apart if something happens.

Something did happen, however.

As he walked through the vortex, Ominis was unaware of the Zabrak Sith still conscious and was lifting his hand up. Electric sparks appeared in his fingers as he glared hatefully at the human Sith just walking away.

"I may be...dead, but...I'm taking you...with me." The Zabrak Sith grunted in pain, before unleashing a torrent of his own Force lightning.

The lightning impacted the vortex, causing it to ripple and destabilize with multiple sparks flying out and destroying the entire chamber. One lightning blast form the vortex impacted where the Zabrak lay, ending his life then and there.

From inside the vortex, Ominis looked around as he saw the vortex around him beginning to ripple, and a torrent of wind was dragging him further I against his will. The Force storm was no longer in his control, and because of that there was no telling where it would send him.

"No! This can't...be happening!" Ominis exclaimed as he tried to step out of the vortex, but it was just not letting him go. He reached out, hoping to latch onto anything with the Force, but he couldn't get a hold of anything.

Eventually, he lost his footing within the vortex, and it sucked through at a fast speeds. He quickly increased the power of his Force barrier around him inside that he wouldn't get torn apart within the storm. However, this still was a major problem, as with the flow storm now being disrupted, he no longer had control on where the storm would transport him.

Which begs the question...

Where was he going?

/

Unknown location...

The vortex reappeared a moment later, and Ominis was sent flying out for on it. He grunted in pain as he landed on hard on the concrete ground. He groaned in pain as he slowly got back up, shaking away the dizziness he felt. Feeling pain was actually a good thing, however. It meant that he was still alive.

Slowly getting back up, he looked around and noticed that he was in a dark alley of some kind, with dumpsters off to the side and crumpled up papers along the ground. Unsure of where he was, he cautiously stepped to where the alley ended and peaked around the corner as to not be seen; wanting at least some clue as to what planet he landed on.

He landed in a large city, with large and tall buildings everywhere, but it looked pretty dark and rustic. The inhabitants of this city were nothing but humans, so that might narrow it down a bit, but he grew increasingly confused as he saw the streets filled bumper to bumper with speeders, but they weren't hovering like they should, and all of them had standard wheels.

A paper flew through the wind and I'm;acted his legs, catching the young Sith's attention. He grabbed it off his legs and saw that it was a physical copy of a news outlet. Two words of this news letter gained his attention the most.

Gotham City.

"Where...the hell...am I?" Ominis asked in absolute shock.

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Hey everybody, I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter of a brand new story.

Now, I know that my profile said I was going to update my Jedi in a Monster World story, but I have been looking into the ancient Sith Lords from Star Wars lore, plus I just finished the Darth Bane trilogy of books, and I've just been really falling in love with the dark side of the Force lately.

Since I've been doing plenty of crossovers involving an OC hero, I decided to shake things up and do a villainous OC in a world full of heroes. He will be greatly affected by his new environment, but he will greatly impact the world, as well. Both heroes and villains will be greatly affected by what he will do while on Earth.

Now, why did I choose Young Justice? Well because it is an awesome series, and I am still upset that its renewal for another season is either in the wind, or is not happening. I really want them to continue, as I love what they have done with the series and think there is so much they can do. And to leave season 4 on such a huge cliffhanger and not give a clear answer on if it's coming back, is really disheartening.

Now, the story is going to be focused on my OC's journey in the DC world of Young Justice, so while the main characters and the Justice League will be making appearance, they won't be my main concern, unless the story involves them getting involved with my OC's exploits.

And, come on, which city could O not just dump him in besides Gotham City? Next to Metropolis, it is the crown jewel of cities within the DC universe.

Now, with this chapter finished, I will finally start getting to work on the next chapter of Jedi in a Monster World, as I have big plans for that story and I can't wait to share them with you all. It's really interesting writing two stories about the light side and the dark side.

Anyway, that's all I have to say, everyone. Stay healthy, stay safe, and I'll see you all next time!