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The planet of Korriban… year 5000 BBY:
With harsh desert sands, the red dirt blew into a frenzy, as war raged on the planet's surface… for the great war we Sith called the hyperspace wars was coming to a close… push back on every front, Korriban was all we had left… the 'Sith' foreigners who call our home theirs', are running out of time… the Jedi have bombarded the world!
Their cruelty and their hypocrites rival that of the 'Sith' way! They call us monsters for thinking differently… they just couldn't accept a different ideology… and for that, we had to pay… we whom; were born in the same world as the Sith species! Are now destined for extinction! Our world is barren now… all fertile land has been torn apart now… far too many wars have borne their scars… and now my son… I'm sorry!
{Wait, father! We can still win this fight!} yelled a boy no older than 16 years old.
[no! My son!] replied the father as an eclipsing sun burns the shadows of the desert. To a sky that was filled with lasers!
After hearing his father's words, the boy looked at him in anger and was about to argue with him, but the father wasn't having any of it, even though in his heart, he would have loved to argue... To keep talking to him… but he knew time was short! The Jedi forces were around the corner, slaughtering with every step… hearing the sounds of battle up above his roost, and the screams of his wife, the man quickly yanked his son into a Sith construct!
The boy yelled and pleaded with his father not to do it… but his father didn't listen… And so, with black smoke that he wielded with force, he banished his son into a mysterious cloud filled with the dark side of the force! But as the dark clouds closed into the boy's body, freezing him slowly into a stone pillar. His eyes were the last to be clouded, and as such, the very last thing that he saw with his sight, was the etching of his father fighting for his life!
With duel Sith blades in hand, the father looked to his swords as he felt the dark side encroaching into his heart, with bloody eyes he charged at the galactic troops! With fog and red lighting orbiting his sabers he cut down scores of galactic heretics! Their laser guns being but simple decoration in front of his skill! But as black feathers blew in the wind, the Jedi masters came! Surrounded on all sides, in a village burning, the surviving dark masters took up their swords behind the father.
[Jirsu… is everything ready…] asked a village member
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Jirsu didn't reply, he only stared as the Jedi and their troops flooded the small village, killing everything! Even the children!
[I thought killing wasn't the Jedi way…] said Jirsu out loud for all the hear.
[Normally you are correct… but your kind is far too dangerous to let live… your species naturally soaks in the dark side of the force… if the galaxy is to know true peace, then your species must be...removed… and to be precise we Jedi didn't kill any innocent the galactic soldier did!]
[ha… is that so… 'master' Ooroo!] replied Jirsu as bloody veins engulfed his eyes, and the density of the fog grew even darker and hovered over him like a cloak.
[it is…but I do hope you don't think badly of me… remember… it was your 'kind' that started this war in the first place!] replied Master Ooroo with his saber burning the red sands…
[Ha... My kind! My kind didn't do anything! It was your own traitorous Jedis!] replied Jirsu as he threw his blade.
While blocking Jirsu's blade, Ooroo felt the odd strength of the blade… it felt to him as if Jirsu was still holding it and pressing it down at Ooroo himself!
[Ah!] screamed Ooroo as he blew the sword back at Jirsu!
[you damnable monsters! This power… this… this is why your kind isn't any different than the Sith that walks your sands!] said Ooroo as he charged with his blade in hand!
But as the group exchange blows, Jirsu grows tired… his old bones and aging body just couldn't keep up with Ooroo… As black feathers blanked the village, by the increasing deaths, Jirsu soon found himself alone… then with one strong force push by Ooroo, he sent Jirsu flying through the walls of his home!
After some time, Jirus's inner rage barely kept his body moving, but as a consequence of his old age, his wife had to wield the blade in his stead… and so, the sight he feared to see, finally came true… A Jedi blade rested through his wife's heart! Her crying hisses were the last sounds to enter Jirus's ears!
With her death came the flashes of their love, with her death came the true power of the dark side!
[yes… take it all! But in exchange grant me vengeance!] pleaded Jirsu to the force!
And the force... The dark side… granted it! With swirling darkness, Jirsu felt overwhelmed as the fog around him turned into living shadows of birds! Giant ones that mimicked his own race cosmetics! Bald were their heads, while their feathers were as pitch dark as the void, and their eyes glowed with the burning hatred of the dark side! And in them the power to steal life to dust!
With a roaring screech, so deafening Ooroo ears drum exploded along with troops! Ooroo tried to push Jirsu away... To contain him and his weird fog, but it was of no use! So, with razor talons and dual sabers, whose light now bends at the will of Jirsu into a hooking curve. Jirsu used his new blade that screamed for blood, on Master Ooroo!
Ooroo tried to define himself, but in the end, his life was the first to be taken by the blades…no ''force' magic could save him, and no tricks or pleas would work… even his own Kyber crystals screamed as they blew in the very sockets of his swords!
He could do nothing as ghostly chains warped him tightly, as his skin disintegrated in front of everyone, while his soul was consumed into a Sith Holocron! And soon all who were alive in the area with him received the same fate!
When all was done, and the sun peaked over the village, nothing remained but dust and echo and the bones of Jirus kind… even Jirus himself disappeared with the smoke! Only leaving behind his sabers and a holocron!
Planet Ossus:
Master Ooroo's death was felt by all the masters of the order, including his young apprentice Odan-urr who was in a meeting with Empress Teta at the time. Feeling the death of his master through the force, Odan wanted to leave quickly to find him but was stopped by Empress Teta's pleas.
[if you leave now Odan… then who will keep the peace here on Ossus? The people have just begun to settle! If it is known that you have left, I fear another war will break out! Please... I know this is hard to ask but could you please stay for a few more days?] asked Teta with worry.
Crossed between the empress's plea and that of his master's safety, Odan could only agree with Miss Teta, after all, stability is most important now that the war is coming to a close!
It was only far later, did Odan learned that this master had disappeared in the battle on Korriban and that no one could find even the smallest trace of what happened… even after several years after the battle! The surviving Jedi of the war urge him to give up, to let his master go… and in the public eye that is exactly what he did, but in secret, he never gave up hope… He even went as far as to collect artifacts from all the battlefields and even used his position to construct the first great library of the Jedi!
Several eons later:
Year 4 ABY the day of dark Vader death… the day 'balance was restored"
With the death of Dark Vader, the galaxy needed a son! For the 'father' had taken his place! And the daughter soon will follow… In a temple locked behind red sands a crack formed on a stone monument… releasing a dark fog into space like a small fission in a mountain! A darkness so thick, Ezra Briger felt it locked away in a world with admiral Thrawn! Were even the weak in the force could feel its call, like Sabine wren…
But the one who felt the cold the hardest… was not Sith in hiding, but Ahsoka Tano! For as she sat there meditating in an old forgotten Jedi temple, a haunting version tainted her mind! A black symbol of a bird with a red stain sore through the cosmos… consuming and changing the era… molding it… but not out of fear… or hatred… but at the root of the dark side… the one emotion that sits at its core…
But Ahsoka could only feel a hint of it, for she never fully embraced the emotion at its core… but it didn't make sense to her… As the pain continued in her mind, she thought of her master and that of master Yoda… their images flashed in lights, and then her mind settled on a boy she met as an enemy… A separatist child…. who's face contorted in pain! With blood trailing down his eyes and his skin peeling away….
Screaming at the sight, Ahsoka reached out to him, only for the vision to change to that of the stars! So bright and beatific in an arrangement of many colors, a beauty to behold, but then slowly over time, the lights began to dim as a shadow coveted them… drawing them to its side… to swallow them into its gut!
With their light gone, the worlds they breathed to life, slowly rotted at their core… but surprisingly to Ahsoka, the population of those worlds didn't even seem to notice that their sun was gone… that their worlds were rotting! Then as her mind zoomed out of those worlds, she found herself sitting in a chair, where a green owl watched her from a distance… there she noticed she was in the world between worlds…
There she saw the Visage of the shadow again, a weird bird coated in blackness! Confused, she attempted to look deeper, to see what the creature was… but knowing she couldn't force the being in front of her to look at her, she decided to forgo that idea and continued to study the events around her… it was only after a few moments that she noticed the creature in front of her was looking at something… focusing on it, she knew it was a door... But a door to where… or better yet when… but in the end she never got the chance to know…
The dark side covered it tightly… And as her mind was so focused on the door, that she jumped at the sight of the alien creature staring at her with such hatred! A hatred that was so palpable, that it threw her out of the vision!
[what was that thing?!] yelled Ahsoka to herself as her body was drenched in sweat.
[I've never seen or heard of such an alien species before… that hatred… was far colder than even Anakin!] continued Ahsoka.
After this vision, Ahsoka would spend what time she could in, investigating its meaning, while she helped out the rebels on the side, she even hoped that she would experience another vision like it, but throughout the years she never had another one… that was until Kylo ren killed snoke… And with his death, another vision slipped through time to reach her!
A red planet…with a cracking pillar!