Star Wars: The Sith Awakening…

a fanfic by Daniel Trump

not copyrighted, open source

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At the end of a long day of fighting my enemies I wanted to dance in a Hutt's den - it was my singular desire and purpose. I walked into Nem'ro VII's den of iniquity with my red lightsaber at my belt, a drink in my hand, and a relief that I had finished hurting scary people for scarier people. Nem'ro was a delightful Hutt who hosted this wonderful party with great dancing, amazing music, delicious alcoholic drinks, excellent conversation, and the most beautiful women and slave girls imaginable. The slave girls wanted me to seduce them - immediately and shamelessly flirting with me and dancing with me. I only did it if they wanted it - I didn't rape slave girls. They slept with me because they wanted to. A pretty young slave-girl with short blonde hair and a skinny little body and a bikini talked with me about the meaning of life and art and culture for hours and hours as we listened to the best music in the galaxy.

The Hutt's party was perfect. It was becoming a great time, an unforgettable night. I could fulfill my life's goal - live life to the fullest and experience everything. I was a Sith because I wanted to experience many adventures and fight my enemies. I wore black leather pants and a white shirt and didn't hide the lightsaber. I was young and in shape. I got drunk and talked about philosophy and life and the meaning of art and everything with beautiful dancing girls.

Darth Maul interrupted me as I was entering the Sith Temple in the early morning, drunk and hungover at the same time. He looked very serious. He had a much less interesting problem.

He was red, a zabrak, with horns and a withering stare and a double-bladed lightsaber. The Sith Empire counted him as one of its lead assassins. I counted him as a good boss. He loved puppies, walks in the rain, and romantic comedies. No, I'm kidding about those three. He actually liked…nothing. No one saw him do anything except work. For fun he would just fuck that Qira girl a lot.

"Yes, my lord?" I asked.

"So corrupt," Maul said. "Going out to drink and use drugs."

"And dance and talk about the meaning of art and all the most recent holos."

"Ah, yes," Maul said. "And dance and prattle about unimportant aspects of life. You are a terrible Sith Lord."

"I'm sorry, my lord, but I take my religion seriously. I believe in the Dark Side of the Force, and I believe in helping and protecting the Sith Empire and its citizens. I just don't butcher younglings or enslave people the way some other Sith do. If I'm to be punished for being honorable and fighting only our enemies then I submit myself for punishment."

"You are honorable but useless," Maul said.

"Hardly," I said. "Give me a mission, my lord. Something difficult. Where did we lose people? Find me a mission. Let me fuck up guilty Republic forces. See how I do."

"You are drunk," he said.

"I'm mostly just hung over now," I said. "I'll be sober by the time we arrive on the mission, my lord."

"Sounds very reasonable," he said. "Okay. The Forever Torment is a ship that landed on Kashyyk, the home planet for the wookies. Nine diplomats were taken by the Republic and seventeen of their employees and family members were murdered. They are being tortured for information and mistreated. You need to rescue them and take down the villains who killed our civilians. Understand?"

"Yes, my lord," I said. "It will be done. I will go to my ship immediately."

"You will take fifteen Sith Soldiers with blaster rifles and armor," Maul said. "They should help you to win the fights against these forces. Try not to lose all of them. Try not to kill too many of your own men."
"No, my lord, I will protect them with my life."
"You don't seem like much of a Sith," Maul said.

"I fight, my lord. I believe in myself and my ability to compete for everything, my ability to seize power and make things happen. This is a natural part of that."

"We will see," Maul said.

"Watch me in action," I said. "Give me a chance."

"I am," Maul said. "Take your ship. You will meet the Sith frigate Merciless and both ships will head for two hours to Kashyyk."

"On it, sir," I said. "Do we know if they brought a Jedi?"
"Yes."
"I had better get started, my lord," I said.

I bowed and left the temple. It was a massive, dominating building, not much for subtlety. I walked away from that colossus of a building and looked for my speeder amongst a bunch of the apprentices' gear. People walked in and out - large Sith lords with lightsabers, small old withered men with insane power, slaves looking to improve their station in life, assistants who would work for Sith and do anything for them, and soldiers just adjacent to the terrible Sith madness which unfolded every day at the temple.

I took my speeder, a small JT-47 model that was cheap and effective, and started to fly, enjoying the ability to race through the expanse of Korriban to the spaceport. I passed by several tombs to ancient Sith lords that the acolytes had to plunder in order to gain prestige with the Sith. I remembered when I had to attack the crypts and kill the animals and droids sitting in there. I felt badly for the droids. I didn't like just killing them, but they were enemy soldiers. I passed the tombs and made it to the spaceport - an enormous area which had hundreds of spaceships docked and ready to fly off planet and off system. I got off my speeder and put in inside my ship and then got into the ship - I had a nice ship that looked like a giant TIE-fighter type ship only big enough to house half a dozen people and have a couple thousand square feet of living space. It had a medical room, a conference room, a small barracks, a main room to communicate via holoterminal, a cockpit, a storage room, an engine room, a room for upgrading equipment with a workbench, and a security room to watch everything.

I enjoyed the ship. The frigate Merciless contacted me and told me to dock with them and enter the ship immediately. I did so.

The docking of one giant spaceship to a medium-sized spaceship in the dark void of space had been done countless times and no longer was as insanely dangerous as the first few times it was attempted. My ship docked with his ship and the airlocks connected safely. I walked through the airlocks and into the frigate and saw a soldier standing there - wearing Sith soldier gear. He was black and had short hair and no goatee or facial hair. He was maybe forty and in great shape. I noticed that he was brooding and petulant for a forty-year-old, in an interesting sort of way.

"I am the soldier Richen Trenn, my lord," Richen said. "I will do anything that you require, immediately and without hesitation, of course."

"Thank you," I said. "I need you to tell me any news that we have received concerning the mission."

"We have received a communication from a Jedi, Loren Pathon. He wants to talk to the person in charge."

"That would be me."

"Indeed, my lord. Shall I open a channel?"

"Yes. In a minute"

"Yes, my lord. Follow me to the communications room."

We walked into the holocomms room and then I saw her. Someone interrupted us. She wore a flightsuit and had a captain's wings on her shoulder identifying her as the captain of the ship. The captain looked to be in her twenties and pretty and had a strong look, like she fought for everything that she took in life. She had curly blonde hair and a smile that could melt anyone and bright blue eyes. I noticed a clever little smile with thin lips and earrings that were some sort of black pearls.

"We need to know if the hostages are okay," she said.

"Of course," I said.

"Thank you, my lord," she said. "I'm Evelie Well, the ship's captain."

"You are welcome," I said.

We walked into a room with a holo-communications device and an open area for people to talk and gather. Soldiers stood at the doors to the bridge and to the engine room. The medical bay sat past a door to the other side of the room. I walked up to the holocomms device.

I gestured to Richen.

The Jedi Lorenn Pathon appeared on the holographic screen in front of me. He was a bearded man of fifty or so.

"Greetings," he said. "Are you trying to contact a Jedi Knight? My, the confidence you must have."

"You have nine of our diplomats," I said. "I need them back. Or you all die."

"Oh, I think you are a Sith," he said. "Young, arrogant, powerful, and frightfully violent and base. I suggest something else. How about a trade? I could use a frigate, and you could use your diplomats. So you unlock access to everything on your little advanced frigate and leave it and hang out on Kashyyk on the planet's surface - where it's safest - for a couple hours. Then we will take the frigate and give you the nine delegates and allow you to purchase passage back to Sith space with a smuggler. For a hefty fee, of course. You had best get started. It's important that you rescue these diplomats."

"No," I said.

"This is a good deal. You have a wonderful win ahead of you. You get to be a hero. And a Sith Lord who saved nine people and made peace with someone who is on the other side. You will educate people that you are a benevolent person."

"No," I said. "I'm gonna say no to this terrible lie of an offer. The ground floor of Kashyyk is the most dangerous part. And there's nothing saying you will give me those diplomats. You already killed seventeen of their support personnel. No incentive for you to release them or give me passage back to Sith space."

"Nothing but Jedi honor," Loren Pathon said.

"I don't believe you," I said. "You are the worst kind of coward, someone who hides behind words like honor and principle and lies and bullies people and kills people and says that they are enemy soldiers to justify your butchery of people."

"You are a fool," Loren Pathon said.

"I am eternally a fool, then. A fool who will stand up to you. Prepare your forces." I cut off the communications.

Later. I sat at the table in the conference room on the frigate. Someone tapped me on the shoulder. A man in a custodial uniform stood there. He had tattoos on his hands. He was older and trembled a little bit. Behind him stood the fix-it mechanic for the ship - the mek-nik. He was also older and gray.

"There was a second message," the janitor said. Riker, his name tag said. "I'm Riker. I'm the janitor and fix-it guy with my best friend here Domo."
"I'm Domo," Domo said. "I agree. You got hacked. There's a signal from our ship to Kashyyk, transmitting information. Our location, our ship specs, everything."

"Damn it," I said. I brought in Richen. "Turn off all security cameras."

"Turn them off, sir?" Richen asked.

"Turn them off," I said. "They can see us until we turn them off."

"Understood," Richen said. "What do we do next?"

"Understood," I said. "Look for the bug," I said to the soldiers.

"Yes, sir," Richen said. "We will find it."

"Unless one of your men is the traitor," I said.

"Their loyalty is without question," Richen said. "It has to be one of the ship's crew. They are less loyal to the Empire than its soldiers."

"They are loyal to the Empire and to me," Evelie said. "You have nothing to fear from me or mine, my lord. I would like to talk to you in my captain's cabin."

"Yes," I said. "We have two hours."

"I bet," she said. We walked over to her cabin as the soldiers started to check the computers for a bug that they would never find.

We walked into the captain's quarters.

Evelie smiled and turned. She sat on her bed. She crossed her legs.

"I'm a huge fan of Sith Lords," Evelie said.

"I sense deception from you," I said.

"Oh?" she asked. "I want to fuck you. For real. Because you are beautiful and talented. You are a stud. I want to live life to the fullest. That means fucking you. I looked you up."

"I doubt that very much," I said.

She took her clothes off.

"Turn me down," she said. "I bet you won't turn me down. I bet you will fuck me senseless."

"I believe you," I said.

She kissed me. "Believe that I want you and need you," she said.

"I sense that you are telling the truth."

"Sense this," she said, and she sat on top of me. She fucked me senseless.

Later. We lay in bed together.

I wanted to know.

"I want the secret," I said.

"You love me, stud," she said.

"Not that secret," I said.

"You needed that. You loved that."
"Not that," I said.

"The balance of power has shifted towards me?" she asked.

"Dream away," I said. "I'm a Sith Lord. I'm always in control."

"Dream away," she said. "I'm a starship captain. I matter too. I have as many employees as you do. More."

"I want to know your secret," I said.

"Break me," she said.

"What?" I asked.

"Break my will and read my mind, if you can," she said. "If I am a weak-willed fool."

I broke her instantly - I breached her mind, body, and spirit, breaking past her defenses and making her helpless before my power, my might, my everything. She looked up in delight as I conquered her. I saw her entire life, her entire being, unfolding before me - as a child on Manaan, swimming with the aliens; teen years studying high school at a privileged school/space station orbiting Nar Shadda; heartbreak dating a young Mandalorian who loved honor more than her; college studying spaceships and everything about them on Corellia; losing parents as college ended; getting married as she worked her way up to captain in the Sith ship ranks; loving a diplomat who always said the right thing, Janis. Janis was the love of her life. Not Elijah Sadow. I realized that she didn't really care about me at all.

"My husband," she said. "Is one of the delegates. I don't love you. I don't even like you. I just need you to be motivated to rescue him. His name is Janis. Janis Well. He needs to be rescued. This is the most important thing to me. I am three months pregnant. I want my baby to know his father. You need to rescue him. Please rescue him."

I broke the power and gave her willpower.

"I will rescue your husband," I said.

"How?" she asked.

"I will start by throwing a party," I said.

"You will, won't you?" Evelie asked.

"Yes," I said.

"This is a terrible idea," Evelie said.

"Yes," I said. "But oh so right."

"You have no chance," Evelie said. "He is a Jedi Knight, a powerful hero who is dominant in combat. You have no capacity to beat him at anything."

"Watch and believe," I said. "Watch. Believe. Live. Learn."

"Okay," she said. She kissed me. "Save my husband. Please."

I nodded.

I landed on Kashyyk.

My enormous TIE frigate landed on a giant landing pad on the woodland tree city hundreds of feet above the surface of the planet. The trees looked marvelous, enormous spires standing for a thousand feet into the air and with branches and beautiful leaves of many different kinds and colors. The landing bay opened. I walked out to see several wookies - furry seven-foot-tall aliens who ruled this planet. Six of them carried bowcasters and vibroblades.

Kashyyk had the biggest, most elaborate tree houses in existence - the tree houses connected to each other by bridges that helped people traverse from tree house to tree house all along the civilized area of Kashyyk. Animals flew and danced all through the trees and everywhere over the planet. The tree houses were large and well-made wooden homes with all the fanciest high-tech equipment fused with traditional wooden construction. That combination - of the beauty of the most amazing nature and the high-tech people living there - that combination became Kashyyk.

I looked at them.

"Gentlemen," I said. "We are having a gathering."

One of them yelled something in wookie.

Domo, the janitor, walked up to me. "He says that you are not worthy to party with them. He refuses."
"Oh, you understand, my plan was to have a party," I said. "To throw a rager."
The wookie yelled something.

"He thinks that you are a moron," Domo said. "I'm sorry, my lord. He will not attend your rager. It will not happen on Kashyyk."

"No party?"

"No party."

"My entire plan was to throw a party."

"No."

"It was brilliant."

"You are a moron, he says," Domo said.

"Jedi hate parties," I said. "They hate drinking. They hate talking about life and entertainment. They hate watching beautiful people and dancing and living life to the fullest, and I was going to do all the things that the Jedi hate the most."

Pause.

The wookie nodded.

I smiled.

We were having a party.

"Invite Loren," I said. "Invite him to our party. And it has to be located at Jolee Bindo's stump in the tree."

"We will see everyone there," Domo said.

"Bring the kegs," I said. "And the food, and the various stuff. And the musicians."

"You brought musicians?" Domo asked.

"My friend Domo, I take parties very seriously. Of course I brought a band."

"The soldiers?" Domo asked.

"Yes, bring in the soldiers," I said. "They need to bring themselves, and they need to bring their weapons and armor. They also need to start drinking beer."

"Sir, they cannot drink beer if there is to be a fight," Domo said.

"Somehow, I think that we will manage it, my friend Domo," I said. "We may yet prove it possible to drink beer and then fight a terrible battle. We may surprise you."

"Sir, this is not how to do this mission," Domo said.

"You listen to me, Domo," I said. "This is my mission, and I am asking you to do it as I tell you to do it. You are a mechanic. Richen is a soldier. I am a Sith. I order you guys around. I order the janitor around, too. His name's Riker, right? Why two R-names? So confusing."

"Sir, we will change one of their names if you want, sir," Domo said.

"God, you really do lack a spine, don't you, Domo?" I asked. "No, don't change names for me. Stand up for yourselves. Have some respect for yourselves. We are motherfucking Sith, dammit, and that means something. We fight, we fuck, we kill, we take, we live life to the fullest, and we do not blindly do what we are told to do. We are not sheep. Understand?"

Domo nodded.

The fifteen soldiers walked down into the clearing where we were hosting the party - it was at a stump in a tree in the woods of Kashyyk. The sonic emitters kept the worst of the preds away from us. We didn't have to worry about the extreme dangers of the forest floor of Kashyyk for our party. The fifteen Sith soldiers walked into the gathering to see a large fire in the middle, trees around the clearing, and an elderly, cantankerous black man walking out of the stump in the tree.

We gathered in a clearing in the middle of a forest, a forest full of animals wandering around having adventures and living their animal lives. Behind the sonic emitters stood a terentatek, the Jedi-killer, the legendary monster to end all monsters, and the insectoid kinrath were scuttling through the forest as well. They would kill us except for the sonic emitters.

"Hey, glad to have you at my stump, my friend," Jolee said. He had a white goatee and some white hair and was an elderly black man with a purple lightsaber. "Yes. I tolerate your Sith worship. I don't judge."

"And I love you for it, Jolee. I needed to throw a party, and your place was nearby. I hope you don't mind."

"A party? At my place? Delighted. I'd like to share a story or two and maybe even have an experience worthy of telling at the next one of these. I do live for real-life experiences, so much better than the bullshit from the holos and the high-and-mighty higher-ups on both sides."

"They are high and they are mighty," I said. "Beer?"
I started to drink my first beer.

Jolee did the same.

The musicians set up and started to play acoustic instruments at the campfire, singing ballads and haunting rock songs that chilled the soul. Jolee even made a request or two.

Richen walked up to us.

"Hi," Richen said. He looked at Jolee. "My lord, it is a singular honor."

"Shove it," Jolee said. "We don't like ceremony here. Try saying hi."

"Hi," Richen said.

"Hi," Jolee said.

"I'm still waiting for you to publish volume four of your adventures," I said.

"I'm rewriting for another decade or so," Jolee said.

"Cool," I said.

We drank, and partied for about half an hour until the Jedi and a dozen of his Republic troopers walked up to our gathering.

The Jedi had carefully cut hair - a buzz cut. He had shaven his beard for this occasion. Grooming was important to him. He had an immaculate Jedi Master's robe and a lightsaber -a blue one - attached to a belt along with some gadgets and a comm device. His hair was brown, and he looked to be about forty-five years of age and wise and distinguished. He was a well-mannered white man.

His soldiers wore the uniform of the Galactic Republic. They were troopers with armor and blaster rifles. They looked strong, super strong, and fast and well-built. They looked like they had never heard of fun or anything except work and hurting people. They walked up to the gathering at the center of the clearing in the woods of Kashyyk.

"I am Lorenn Pathon," Loren said.

"No beer for you," I said.

"No," Loren said. "I will not drink. I will not party. I will not engage in these riotous and overly physical acts of pleasure. I will not-"

"Enjoy life? Live? Have pleasure? Do something wonderful to make every day an enjoyable adventure?" I asked.

"No," he said.

"No," I said. "You will not. You will meditate, and you will not have sex, or drink, or have fun, or let yourself do something interesting and different and dangerous, ever again."

"No," he said.

"I am sorry for you Jedi," I said. "You practitioners of that old religion, forbidden from sex, forbidden from drinking, forbidden from fun, forbidden from living life to the absolute fullest and having the greatest adventures that one can possibly have."

"Fuck you."

"And now someone betrays me," I said.

"That would be me," Richen said.

"Obviously," I said. "The lead Sith soldier who lost on purpose and caused the delegates to get taken in the first place."

"Yes," Richen said. "And now we kill you."
"No," I said. "You betrayed me. But I don't know that the other fourteen soldiers will."
"They follow me," Richen said.

"Do you?" I asked them. "Do you follow the code of the Jedi, to slaughter families and have no fun? To kill innocent employees of your own Empire? Why?"

They hesitated.

Several of them shuffled and looked around at each other.

"We can do this," I said. "You just have to believe in me, Elijah Sadow, and the Sith Code. Peace is a lie. There is only passion. We cannot make peace with a man who butchers our civilians. We need to kill him."

"Okay," Riker said.

I gave my soldiers a gentle mental push.

"For the Sith," I said.

"For the Sith," my fourteen soldiers said.

We charged the enemy forces.

Both sides grabbed vibroblades or blasters and started shooting or stabbing each other. I immediately ran towards Richen - who looked scared and offended that I charged at him.

"It wasn't personal," Richen said. "I wanted more money for my family."

"So you were bribed to kill civilians," I said.

"Enemies," he said. He shrugged.

I stabbed at him with my red lightsaber. Then I jumped into the air and slammed into the ground, slamming the area and knocking Richen back. He fell to his hands and knees before me. He tried to get up, but I stabbed at him again with the lightsaber. I stabbed him in the chest and cleaved into his heart, killing him. He looked up at me from the kneeling position, angry and defiant and not believing that this chain of events could have happened.

Meanwhile our Sith soldiers were fighting their Republic forces. Several Republic forces laid down suppressing fire with assault cannons from the back of the clearing. Their withering fire slammed into the area near me and my forces, doing real damage to several of our soldiers. I was about a hundred feet away from them.

No problem.

I jumped a hundred feet with a single jump, believing in my ability to do the impossible and then watching myself do so. Suddenly I was in the midst of the assault cannon troopers, laying waste to two of the three soldiers by slicing them apart with my lightsaber. The third one backed away and shot at me again and again. It was proving very difficult to dodge or deflect all of the blaster fire. I sat there, suppressed, not sure what to do.

Then Jolee appeared behind the soldier and stabbed him in the back, appearing from nowhere to ambush the trooper. He nodded at me.

Without the suppressing fire the Republic forces started to lose the battle. Several more of them fell, making the battle a numbers game in favor of us. We just had more people with vibroblades. Lorenn Pathon walked up to me and held his blue lightsaber in his hands.

"You are nothing," he said. "I lead a righteous life."

"Of murder and mayhem and peace and quiet solitude, experiencing nothing," I said. "I live a real life."

I swung at him, but he blocked my swing repeatedly. He swung high and tried to stab me in the head, so I ducked and swung at his knees. He deflected the blow and kicked me in the knee. I felt my knee buckle and take damage, real damage, as something broke in my knee. I knew that I had torn my ACL in my knee and that I wasn't fighting any more battles until the kolto tank healed that damage for several weeks of daily purification.

He had won the fight, quickly and efficiently. I collapsed to one leg and looked at him.

I sent force lightning at him in desperation. I channeled hard, enjoying the delightful feel of lightning surging from my hands to his body. He deflected the lightning with his lightsaber - as I predicted. He slammed his lightsaber into mine, and I collapsed to the ground.

I woke up in a cell.

I had lost to a Jedi.

My men were probably dead.

I was unarmed and wearing underwear.

They had taken my clothes.

I was painfully sober.

I sat in a cell that was clearly on a spaceship somewhere.

Someone walked up to me. It was Richen. They had healed him.

"Your starship captain saved the delegates while you lost your fight to us," Richen said. "You won your mission. Your people were saved. You are a hero to the Sith. You are a prisoner of war. We will hold you for a very long time, I think."

I sat there. The Force was not working for me in that cell. I couldn't access it for some reason.

"I was in the right," I said. "I should have won. I should have defeated you. That should have been a win. It was a fluke, my ACL tearing. It shouldn't have happened. I should have succeeded. Now I sit here, in a cell, waiting for rescue or death."

I regret absolutely nothing about my perfect, passionate, Sith life.

I lived the absolute greatest experiences.

I will never stop living, even in this cell, a failure.