Prologue: Knowing barely anything of my childhood, I was almost forced to skip past the first chapters in this biography. However, using my Dark Jedi skills, and with the help of Imperial Intelligence, I was able to track down who my parents were, and who their friends and relatives were. Based on their stories, I give you the first chapters of my life. Please excuse lack of detail, beings that I am not basing these events on personal memory. Only certain significant parts do I remember.

Chapter I – The Birth of the Dark One

In the forests of Corellia, a couple there lived. The couple was hiding out from the Empire. Their names: D’Jaekwon and Ki’anthe Maibrea. They tried to live as much of an average life as possible, after committing treason to the Empire. Former Intel Agents; unbeknownst why, they started to sell their information to the highest bidder. That highest bidder just happened to be the Rebellion.

Once the Maibrea’s settled down on Corellia, they changed their names. The names were obviously off the records, beings that they were never found by the Imperials. One night, they decided to have a son to carry on the Maibrea line, and try to reclaim their dignity to the Empire before they died.

That son was I.

I was raised mostly by my mother, because my father was always out working. She taught me how to think in different ways, and to never trust anybody, because in a society such as this, nobody can instill trust. Most of all, she taught me morals which I needed to survive.

My father was always teaching me something new whenever he was around, which, like I mentioned earlier, was very sparsely. I was taught advanced tactics of sword dueling, and learned how to build and repair space vehicles. He always said that I was born to do two things: kick ass and fly.

With all of these skills I had as a young boy, I was always making my own living with the other kids at school. I’d instill fear into their minds, and outwit them to score myself some extra credits. They could never hide anything from me either. I always though I was psychic, which I later found out was something else.

By the time I was 5, I was well on my way down the Dark Path, although I knew nothing of this "Dark Path."

When I was a teenager, I saw my first pair of bounty hunters, and knew exactly what I wanted to do when I grew up. Little did I know that they were actually hired by the Empire to track down and kill my parents. I guess you could say I found out when I saw their dead bodies being loaded onto a transport with notes attached to their helmets. I curiously snuck up to the loading dock to see what the note said, but by the time I got into the hatch to read it; it locked down on me.

Darkness surrounded me…

Luckily, the pilot of the transport forgot something in the cargo bay, where I was, giving me a chance to sneak out. I was still curious as to what the notes said though.

That didn’t turn me away from hunting, however, so I did a lot of training in my teenage years. When I got my first pilot’s license, I always used to play Cat and Mouse with my friends. Needless to say, I always ended up winning. My friends were always amazed, because I had the biggest hunk of space debris acting as my ship.

One day when playing Cat and Mouse, we approached an unidentified ship. My friends and I were not exactly smart common sense wise, so we tried to hassle it. I hailed the ship and asked the pilot to identify himself. I was surprised to see that the ship actually hailed me back with an answer. That’s when I heard the sound of a tractor beam attaching to my hull.

I outran that bastard like a Guild smuggler outruns New Republic Trade Administrators. He was so surprised he hailed me back asking me where I learned those fancy moves. I told him that it just came to me naturally, and that I didn’t really think anything of it. He told me that I’d make a great smuggler, and that he would take me as an apprentice if I ever wanted to learn the trade.

I refused, but told him that I was looking into bounty hunting sometime in my near future. This man was part of the Smuggler’s Guild in the Emperor’s Hammer (EH). He told me that he had friends in another EH Sub Group called the Bounty Hunters Guild, and that he could hook me up with a mentor.

I was ecstatic. I went home and told my parents.

They heard the words Emperor’s Hammer, and looked at each other, concerned look on their faces and all. I thought it was just because they figured that bounty hunting was a dangerous job. They objected me going to the EH, so I got mad and started destroying stuff. My father, who was very disciplinary, decided to take me outside in the back yard. He took me back there and looked into my face and handed me this strange metal bar with all kinds of switches on it; it looked like a handle of sorts. He got even closer, his eyes penetrating mine.

"It’s time to see if you are a man. Time to see if you are really qualified. Do you really think you can do what you want to do?" He asked me in a grunting tone.

"Of course I can…" I answered very confidently. My father then moved at an astounding speed. He pulled out another handle similar to the one he gave me, and flipped a switch, igniting a green toned light out from the handle. It looked like a blaster bolt, but it wasn’t moving, like a sword with an electrical blade. He jumped at me from five feet away and swung the "blade" directly at my face. The blade of the weapon made a beautiful humming sound as it glided through the air effortlessly. He ended his swing just inches away from my nose and held the blade there.

I didn’t flinch. A look of hate and disgust overtook my face as I looked at him, poised with his blade at my face, barely hesitating to kill his own offspring. I looked down at the un-ignited weapon that I held in my hand, unsure about what he wanted me to do. I then looked back at him, the look still frozen onto his face.

I flipped the switch that I thought would ignite my blade as I parried his thrust toward my face. I then backed up and took a defensive position against him.

"That’s good," he said, "He’s taking a defensive position… We’ve raised you right. The way of light is in you," he said.

I wondered what he was mumbling to himself about. Pondering it for only seconds before I took a swing at him, in his defenseless position. With that same astounding speed, he threw his blade up to meet mine, making a distinct hissing sound. My father looked confused. I took another swing towards his now undefended mid-section. He parried that thrust, and took a few steps back once again. An even more confused look on his face as I did the same.

"He takes both the defensive and offensive… I can’t tell whether or not this boy is a light one or dark. There will have to be further testing, before I can do anything about this." He said in a low mumble. I couldn’t distinguish what he was saying, but probably wouldn’t be able to decipher it anyhow.

He opened his arms up, his body forming in the shape of a cross. I heard his voice in my head:

So, what is it going to be? Do you think you can handle it?

The remark made me both confused and angry. I looked at him. His facial expression was stone, unreadable. A single bead of sweat trickled down his forehead. I was very irritated with him at that point. I felt something weird in my head as I looked at him with a look of hate in my eyes. I saw that single bead of sweat multiply into many more, and a tear broke his eye.

My thin lips formed into a small, crooked smile. I looked down at my weapon, then at him; still holding his arms out like a cross. He bent down to his knee. I raised the blade up to shoulder height. The humming sound given off by the ancient weapon was directly by my ear. It sounded like music to me; it sounded like death, power, and honor. I brought the blade down upon him, humming it through the air, first penetrating the area between his neck and shoulder, then slicing with ease, like a hot knife through butter, down through his upper torso and out of his under arm. When I swung the weapon, it seemed as if the blade itself was not there. It was weightless, but yet it had a resistance in the air when you swung it, as if it didn’t exist, but yet, it existed.

My father lay upon the now crimson colored grass in two pieces, with that same expressionless face staring into mine. I flipped the lever again to snuff the blade as I turned to see my weeping mother in the doorway to our home.

I never saw her again after that day. I didn’t know back then, but I was a dark side warrior, forever turned. I no longer had the choice to become one of the light, although that would not have been my fate, even had I the choice.

It was now years past since that last event occurred. I can now further this story along on my own account, now that my memories were clearer…

I was in my early twenties by the time I actually found out about the Dark Brotherhood of the Emperor’s Hammer. There were many events that led up to my discovery of the Brotherhood. By this time, my life had changed so drastically, that I had forgotten all about my dreams of becoming a bounty hunter in the infamous Bounty Hunters Guild. Up until the time, I was a self-employed ship mechanic / smuggler on the side. I would smuggle parts for my mechanic shop and jack up the prices to make profit.

One hot Tattooine day, I was out in the shop working on a damaged Ghtroc 720 Freighter. The air was thick with dust and sand. My lips were completely chapped, and sand was sticking to the dryness of them. My hands were covered in grease, and my service uniform was getting extremely hot. I decided to take a break, after all, I had been working all day long, and the new hyperdrive for the Ghtroc was supposed to be shipped to me today. I had been awaiting its arrival for quite some time by now. I went back outside from my house to the shop, after getting a drink of water. I saw the man that I was repairing the freighter for pull up in his rented land speeder.

He had a patch on his left shoulder with the letters BHG stitched into it. I wondered what that abbreviation was for, but I thought I had better not ask, just in case. He parked and hopped out of the speeder. I went to shake his hand, but I remembered the grease all over them and decided it would not be a good idea. I simply greeted the man and told him that his ship should be ready for him by early tomorrow.

"Ok, great, I was just hoping it would be ready for me sometime before tomorrow afternoon. I’ve got to scramble to solve my mission on time." He said.

Mission? I could only wonder. He said he’d stay a while and help me repair the ship. He said he used to be a part time mechanic when he was growing up, and thought it would be interesting to get back into it. I agreed, because I thought I could use a little extra help. I walked into my office in the shop to look at my schedule, and to see what time I could expect the new hyperdrive. The schedule read 1700 hours. I looked at the nearest clock sitting on the edge of my office desk. It read 1700 hours. I smiled and walked out of the small, messy office, back to the main garage of the shop.

The man walked out of his ship with his arms full of armor and weapons he had had in it. He had to have had an interesting career, I thought to myself. I couldn’t take it any longer, so I finally asked the man what his profession was. He smiled and looked over in the direction of the nearest spaceport, Mos Eisley, and then looked back at me. His eyes were squinted in the double suns, with only a small bit of blue showing through.

He cleared his throat and said, "Well, I’m proud to be one of the biggest scum in the galaxy. I’m a bounty hunter, assassin, and smuggler." He then laughed, probably at his "scum of the galaxy" remark. I laughed with him and asked how I could start out a career as a bounty hunter. He told me that the best hunter in the universe came out of the Bounty Hunter Guild, of the Emperor’s Hammer. That sounded familiar to me, maybe I’d heard it in the cantina one day, or perhaps it was something I remembered from my childhood. It wasn’t really important to me though. All that was important now was that I’d found something else I’m interested in, and that I could remember wanting to be as a child.

I thanked him and turned around to see a big freight speeder coming down the sandy and desolate path. The hyperdrive part was now here. Once I signed for it, we installed it in his ship over a conversation about smuggling. The conversation is very foggy to me now, because I wasn’t paying too much attention to what was being talked about, but rather, I was day dreaming about Bounty Hunting. I figured that tomorrow, I’d close up shop early, once I finished with the Ghtroc. Then I’d go into Mos Eisley trying to find my first real contract.

The Mos Eisley cantina was always a rough place to spend your day. Home to all the local ruffians, the stone cold bounty hunters, the elusive smugglers, the disloyal mercenaries, and the relentless hired assassins. I didn’t quite fit in so well at first, although I knew I was just as heartless as they were. I met up with a group that called themselves the Gray Wolf Mercenaries, and took a few contracts with them. More significantly though, I hooked up with the local Imperials that hung out there.

I met some very high-ranking officers in the Imperial Navy, and that’s when I first became interested in becoming a loyal Imperial citizen. From that point on, I became known and respected in that cantina. I would sit down at sabaac tables with big groups of bounty hunters and smugglers, drinking and sharing stories. I made most of my money through independent bounty hunting though, but the rest I made through sabaac. My mechanic shop was slowly dying, and I finally closed it down, as I was making most money through other means.

It felt great for me to make my living off of using skills that were second nature to me. I always thought I was capable of more though. I met some people who would pass by every once in a while, they were very strange. They called themselves Jedi. Most people thought it was a crazy, hokey, old religion, but I always believed in it for some reason. I knew that some day I would see for myself just how true it was. Not until I met a man in the cantina who called himself Thraken, did I know the powers I possessed with this "force."

The name Emperor’s Hammer got more and more significant to me as the days progressed. At first it was just an old fading memory, then I heard so many stories about it that I could practically say that I was in it. After making a great living for myself in Tattooine, I thought it was once again time for me to move on. This time, in search of the grand Imperial Strike Force: The Emperor’s Hammer.

My last day at the cantina was a very strange one. I had my ship parked in a docking bay near the cantina, with everything packed up in it. I went into the cantina to say my good-byes to all of my friends and acquaintances, and to take one last contract before I went out to join the Empire.

I sat in the back of the smoky dark cantina with a few of my friends: two Imperial Officers, one Gray Wolf Mercenary, and one smuggler. We were reminiscing some of the times we’ve had before I left over a flask of Corellian Ale. I saw a robed figure enter with a boy who looked just a little younger than I did. The old man had a familiar aura. An aura that reminded me of my father. The boy had the same aura, although much weaker. I tried to pay them no heed, because I didn’t want to give anybody trouble unless they asked for it, or unless they give off a bad aura to me.

I heard a familiar snap hiss sound. Where had I heard that before? By the time I looked over in the direction it originated, it was over. An Aqualish man, Ponda Baba, and his partner in crime, Dr. Evazen tried to start some trouble with the boy, apparently. The arm of the Aqualish was lying on the ground, the nerves still twitching. That whole ordeal settled down in a few seconds. Things such as that were common in the cantina of Mos Eisley.

There was something weird about that old man and the boy that made me curious enough to glance over at them every once in a while. About five minutes passed until I saw that cocky smuggler, Han Solo, blast away some stinky young Rodian with his modified Blastech DL-44 pistol. This was kind of a hectic day, even for a place such as this. I kind of wanted to get out of there before I was forced to kill anybody, but I stayed.

The Imperials that I was talking with earlier had just been paged to get back on duty, so I said my final good-byes to them. Just about a minute later, a pair of storm troopers came in, looking for Solo. I’m wasn’t, and still am not, a big fan of Solo, so I showed them to the back door where I last saw Han leave. I finished up my drink and headed out the exit of the cantina for the last time.

I didn’t get that last contract like I was hoping, but I didn’t mind a bit. I just wanted to move on.

I was nearing my 25^th birthday when the following events took place. After leaving both Corellia and Tattooine, I now resided in Coruscant. It was a big change for me to move from Tattooine life to life in New Imperial City. I enjoyed the change though; it was for the better. The bustling streets brought a new thrill into every day life. Complete anonymity was just one of the things that you would expect to have in a country setting, but rather, you got it in the largest city in the known galaxy. I would spend my time frequenting the many libraries the city had. I became a scholar, and now understood all of the Jedi "religion." I thought that I should finally seek out the Emperor’s Hammer like I had always planned on doing, but I once again set it aside for later on in my life. For now, I would continue to be the local scholar.

After frequenting the libraries, I lost that anonymity that I so desired. It was all right with me however, because I could actually sit and enjoy an intellectual conversation with somebody other than myself. Whoever thought a grease monkey mechanic would be capable of becoming a scholar? I knew it was in me. It was just the principle of the Force that interested me, and made me crave to learn. I learned about everything, history and future, before I actually encountered my first Dark Jedi.

The Jedi I had met before were all of the Light Side. Their code of honor always struck me as being weak. They were brittle in the force, and they used honor as their excuse to control these weak powers. I always knew that the Dark Jedi were capable of much more, and I found out that day that I was right.

The black robed man entered my favorite library while I was kicking back in a reclining chair, book in hand. I was very deep in thought, and the opening of the door broke my chain of concentration. An aura, exactly opposite of the one I felt on my last day at the cantina, surrounded that man. I peered up at the man. By the very darkness of his robes, I could tell that he was an important figure in the Dark Brotherhood of the Emperor’s Hammer.

He kept looking around the bookracks curiously. I could tell it wasn’t a book he was really interested in when he was looking around, but he played it off that way. I moved the bookmark into the page I was reading and carefully shut it and set it aside on the table near my chair. I walked up behind the man and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around, a cold piercing glare in his eyes.

"Looking for something?" I asked him, partly trying to be helpful, partly curious in what he was actually looking for.

"It’s you…" He muttered. "As soon as I walked through that door, I forgot my purpose as I sensed another dark presence… A heavily dark presence."

I was only half way sure of what he was talking about. Just before I could say another word, I felt a pricking in my mind. It was as if somebody was searching through the endless knowledge and memories contained inside of my brain. A probe, I thought.

"Interesting," He said, "Your old memories are very cloudy, I see you standing above a dead body behind a house. It’s very hard to picture, and every time I try to search through to find out what it’s all about, your mind builds up a defense against me and attacks, full bore."

I didn’t question his searching through my mind, but I did question why he found that so interesting. He replied only by saying that I would soon find out. He stormed out of the library faster than I’ve ever seen a man move.

Was it possible that I possessed the powers of a Jedi? It had to have meant that. I put a lot of thought into the issue until I decided that I did, indeed, have the capability. I was certain of it. After all of my studies, it should have been obvious, but yet, I still overlooked that possibility that I could be a Dark Jedi myself.

That was the last straw. No longer would I delay the inevitable. I was going to head out of New Imperial City tonight, and I was headed directly to the Aurora System. I have no clue how I all of a sudden knew that the Emperor’s Hammer was located there, but it came to me in a zap. I figured it must have been a Jedi mind trick, performed by that dark robed man. It wasn’t too important to me how I found it out, just as long as I knew. I left the library that minute and headed for the hangar, without even packing my stuff. I was going to make a new life…

I approached the dark, desolate moon of Aurora Prime, Eos. There seemed to be nothing on the entire face of the moon until I flew over what appeared to be a large imperial symbol with a lightsaber running down the center of it. I sent out a hail to what I thought was the base. A lone robed figure appeared on my datascreen all of a sudden. His robes were long and flowing, and made of the darkest fabric I have ever seen.

"We have been expecting you…" he said.

The man, whom I later found out was the Master At Arms of the Brotherhood sat me down and asked me a few questions once I landed my ship. I answered them all, anxious to start my Dark Jedi training. He added me to the rolls of the Brotherhood and showed me to his Praetor and Magistrate.

The Praetor and Magistrate gave me my own pair of robes, of the color white, to show that I was an apprentice. They showed me to the great library of lore in the Dark Hall. It contained many old teachings and philosophies from masters of the past. I would have a great time studying up in this library. I joined as a member of the Krath order, which was the scholar order of the then two orders.

I stumbled across a thick volume, entitled The Dark Side Compendium. This was a guidebook to the dark side in a matter of speaking. I looked into it and read it over and over until I memorized every word of it. It spoke of an academy on Eos that was called the Shadow Academy. It was a school for apprentices to gain skill level up to that of a Guardian. I enrolled in it, still very eager to go up into skill.

I also found out that the Brotherhood was divided up into sub groups called Houses and Clans. I reviewed each house thoroughly before I chose one. I ended up picking a very powerful house of the name Scholae Palatinae. Quaestor Bane Vader and his Aedile Menacer headed it. They were both of the militant Sith order, but they were both very skilled in the ways of the force, and I trusted them to lead me to my fate.

After so many months of isolating myself, learning new skills and reading up on ancient Krath lore, I soon became bored of the studying, and frustrated in my lack of advancement. By this time I was a Guardian, after joining the Shadow Academy with honors. I requested a transfer of orders to the order of the Sith. The Sith, like I mentioned earlier, were the militant of the two orders. The Sith were born to be TIE pilots, and a choice few of them that were more advanced, and showed more promise were stationed aboard the Brotherhood’s Super Star Destroyer Avenger. I wasn’t interested in flying aboard the avenger, but I did, however, enjoy flying and slaughtering rebels and light Jedi. I requested a transfer to House Tarentum of Clan Alvaak to join the Black Omega Squadron.

Black Omega was stationed aboard the Torpedo Sphere Empress Teta, and flew Cloakshape Fighters. The Cloakshape was the fastest ship in the entire fleet. Although it lacked shields, it made up for it totally with speed, agility, and the ability to cloak and hide from the sensors of other ships. Eventually, I decided to retire from the squadron and rejoin House Scholae Palatinae.

The order of the Sith wasn’t quite cut out for me, so I requested another transfer to the Krath order. Right about this time, a deep space reconnaissance mission was being completed. This mission was headed up by a dark Jedi named Blazer. They found evidence of another ancient dark Jedi order that existed on this planet called the Obelisk. As soon as I got the news of this new order, I immediately started researching it. This was the order for me. The Obelisk were fearsome warriors, specializing in ground combat rather then aeronautical combat. The Obelisk excelled especially in lightsaber usage. I wasn’t of rank to hold a lightsaber, but I had been secretly constructing one since I joined the Brotherhood, getting instructions from a book I found deep in the library of the Shadow Academy.

My lightsaber was nearing completion by the time I rejoined House Scholae Palatinae. I had it in working condition, but I was adding my own deadly modifications onto it. The lightsaber had a purple hue to it, glowing beautifully in my quarters while working in the dark. The humming sound it made while waving through the air, ever so effortlessly, was music to my ears. I would kill many foolish Jedi with this creation, as well as any other fools who dared oppose me.

Within my first week of being part of the Obelisk order, which I switched to exactly two days after the newly appointed Obelisk High Commander Blazer was promoted. I was promoted to the rank of Jedi Hunter and placed in charge of the Obelisk brigade of House Scholae Palatinae due to my superior sense of ground combat.

A new element of thrill and competition began for me as the House Competitions of the Brotherhood started. House Scholae Palatinae was the reigning first house for three terms in a row already, and I was there to watch us take the win and all the prizes for all three. This time, however, I was to simulate in real time combat against my opponents, rather than writing tedious Krath Prayers, or flying Sith missions.

I fought and won against my first opponent 10 kills to 6. I was thrilled, but I knew I had the capability to do much better. For the next and final round for me that war, after receiving a bye to round three of the competition, I fought a fellow house member, Stretch. Needless to say, Stretch is now the Obelisk High Commander. I let myself down, but I didn’t mind a bit, because I gained in rank to Dark Jedi Knight, and helped achieve yet another victory for House Scholae Palatinae.

With my promotion to Knight, I could know proudly display my lightsaber in both formal and informal meetings. I was also allowed to wear the robes of a dark Jedi, rather then the colored robes of a lesser-ranked dark Jedi. I was proud, but I still knew that I could do better.

The houses of the Brotherhood had been growing in size, each exceeding the maximum number of membership set long ago. The houses had to be made larger; they had to be clanned. A Clan in the Brotherhood consists of two or more houses united under the same banner, and keeping the name of the original house. My old Quaestor, Bane Vader, was now promoted to the Consul, and my old Aedile was promoted to the Pro Consul of the Clan Scholae Palatinae. The Clan was divided into three smaller houses, House Dorimad Sol, House Caliburnus, and House Acclivis Draco. I was appointed Quaestor of House Dorimad Sol, and was promoted to the rank of Warrior of the Obelisk. My Aedile was also a Warrior, but of the Sith order. His name was Obiwan.

My job as Quaestor was to protect the ancient ruins of a lost temple from the original House Scholae Palatinae, in the days of the Emperor. The temple contained many forgotten philosophies and powers. I made my personal quarters in the main library of the temple, and I’d stay up late at night studying these books and spells, practicing them until I sharpened them such as a razor’s edge.

Our clan was the first to complete the clanning process, and was the "lab rat" to see how smoothly this would work. The Grand Master, Khyron, saw how smoothly this process went, and went on with his original intentions of clanning the rest of the brotherhood. The single clan that existed before this process, Alvaak, was now a lost clan, as it’s two houses, Tarentum and Satal Keto, clanned as well. Its memory would live on with its members, but each of the clans now flew under a new banner. Once every other house finished the clanning process, it was time for the Great Jedi War.

This Great Jedi War was similar to the House Competitions of the days of old, but was on a much larger scale. I was even more confident of winning this time, but I still was a little doubtful at my capabilities. There was no denying the fact.

I needed to spend a lot more time training again before the War started; time which being Quaestor was taking up. I forced myself into retirement so I could concentrate more on my own abilities, so I wouldn’t let Scholae Palatinae down, because this time I would have no crutch to lean on, the crutch last time being allies with two other superb Obelisk fighters.

The competition was expected to be much tighter this time around, but Clan Scholae Palatinae was still favored to win by majority. Clan Satal Keto had been providing close competition with it’s excellent Krath leadership, however, and was boasting their new "secret weapons" this time to finally take the win from the great Scholae Palatinae. We had been too arrogant to give it any attention though, and paid no heed. I believe that was the biggest mistake the Clan had ever made. I didn’t take the threat as lightly as most, but I was still a little stupid with my choices.

My opponent for the first round of this war was not responding to any hails I gave to proceed with the competition and to play our match. As the deadline for round 1 rolled around, I was very disappointed in myself for not contacting the Obelisk High Commander, my former house mate/brigade leader of House Dorimad Sol, Stretch, earlier.

I contacted Stretch just after the deadline for the last round, and was at first denied access to the second round due to a bye. After a few long days of kicking myself, I was contacted by Stretch saying that he worked out a deal. I was to fight the person who got the bye in the second round. I was so motivated to win after receiving this news that I stormed the next two rounds undefeated. My first simulation fight was won by 10 kills to 4, and my second by 15 kills to 0.

By the final round, I was so convinced that I would win that I started to slack off, that’s where my own arrogance killed me. I didn’t even practice, because I had simulated against this opponent a few times before, and although he was very skilled, I had defeated him those times. I showed up to the final match about a half an hour late, still unpracticed against Guardian Ra of Clan Satal Keto. This match was for the win of the Great Jedi War. Everything depended on my skills, which were now as dull as the mind of a rebel.

I was getting slaughtered at first, he had five kills on me, and I had none against him. I proposed a lightsaber fight, because that was my specialty. I always was, and still am, the self-proclaimed best lightsaber fighter in the Dark Brotherhood. I had never been defeated in real combat, or in simulation. I got up to four kills, and he had six. We switched back to full weapons available in the simulation chamber after he saw he had been tricked into my plan to win with my saber in hand. After a long intense fight, he finally reached ten, when I got to seven kills. Had we played to a larger number, I still think to this day that I would have won, but it was my arrogance that killed me, so I accepted my loss.

I couldn’t complain though still. Although Scholae Palatinae lost the War (still scoring enough for second place), I was still promoted to Battle Master of the Obelisk order, and awarded a War Cross. I still felt like I ruined it for my clan, so I hid out in the shadows for a few days. The ancient rivalry between Satal Keto and Scholae Palatinae was breaking out to a new level now that Satal Keto finally took our winning streak from us. The fighting and arguments, on top of the taunting drove me crazy. After all, we were all in a Brotherhood: a Brotherhood of Dark Jedi. It disgusted me to a point where I requested a transfer to the Clan of Aquillas. I knew, and was friends with many of the Jedi in Clan Aquillas, and I knew that the leadership would be superb. I requested a transfer due to that fact. My new life in Aquillas is very fulfilling. That brings us to present. I am still in desire to advance in rank and position, and I still believe that someday, I will take the win for myself in the Obelisk competition of the War.

I don’t expect to win it for this time, because a friend of mine, also an Aquillas member, has shown very promising and exceptional skill. I can still defeat him in lightsaber combat, but unless there is a rule change which allows you to only use lightsabers, it is impossible for me to take the win. Yet another second is coming my way. No big deal, it will rack up some points for Aquillas, and score me some extra appreciation by the Dark Council for showing, still, remarkable skill in the ways of the Obelisk.

CMDR/GN Imp22/Tempest-1-1/WingX/ISD Chal,

OBM (Obelisk)/Senryaku of Aquillas, WR/DC [GMRG:GRD]

MSTR/Imp22/Thunder/The Guild –CH

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