A New Darkness

The Saga Unfolds

I can feel it even now as I lay dying, stabbed through the back by one of my own, a Jedi. The stirring of rage, the primitive beast that lives within all of us. The darkness within has started to consume absolutely. Yet I have no fear. I rejoice in it, sinking myself ever deeper until it's the only thing that matters to me. Strength, power, rage, the feeling to raze anything in my path gives me a burning sensation akin to fire that spreads throughout me. The Jedi know nothing of true power, unlimited power. The hatred and fear gives us our power, not peace within. For years the Jedi have ruled. Now a Sith Lord has been born. You may call me Darth Drreadaus.

The only mistake the Jedi made is accepting weakness and allowing it to grow. Even as a young boy on Glee Anlsem I understood in this world you must fight for your place. I was not particularly gifted in the force but I would harness it, I had to fight for my place in the ranks of the Jedi, for the good of myself. It was selfish but when it all comes down to it we are all selfish. The Dark side is what fuels life. We all strive to survive, at any cost necessary, trampling the weak. The Jedi see these failures as people we must protect, for the benefit of our universe. It hindered them, chaining them to support the most pathetic of beings. The Sith understand the Dark side is what creates power. We use it to rule. We use it to inflict pain and suffering on the weak. Only the strong may prevail.

Slaying the foolish Jedi and their apprentices that approached after I rose from death was easy. The rage, a black darkness that radiated through me was no small aura. It consumed, allowing me to destroy them. I felt as each one joined the Force, until one remained. A young apprentice, barely older than a youngling stared fiercely and defiantly at me. He was no threat. Yet I felt compelled to act. Raising my lightsaber in a strong counter attack from a blow that was coming, I realized he was a strong user of Vaapad. It didn't matter, my Djem So was far stronger, as the Dark side lent me power. With a quick side step I shoved my blade deep within his torso, piercing through the other side. A quick glance at the little korùn's face showed how much pain he felt. Not enough. With a savage thrust I twisted my blade up. I felt as the light side of the force drained out of his cooling body. I felt disgusted, my anger barely sated. How weak the Jedi were!

Striding through the dark sand of Mustafar to my ship, I realized how just four standard months ago I was a slave to the Jedi code. It could have been a millennia considering how much I changed. Making a note to meditate on that later I boarded my ship.

"Sir we have arrived at our destination. Would you like to initiate the cloaking device?" M-29, My imperial probe droid asked. A model outdated for centuries it was covered with nicks and scratches, it served it's purpose well, while still having the torture tools used back in the Empire. 

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