The following is a document discovered by our Krath Phyle recently, which explains the origins of House Arcona. Read onward, and you shall be enlightened with one more piece of the immense puzzle of this ever-changing Galaxy...

Four-thousand years before the fall of the Old Republic...

Arcona sat up strait in his bed, a cold sweat clinging to him. A resounding boom had pulled him from the inky blackness of sleep. Daring to look out his doorway, he saw men bearing blasters running through the corridors. He could hear, or was it his imagination, his parents begging to be spared from some fate far worse than death. Although Arcona was only eight years of age, his parents had prepared him for this day his entire life. He knew what to do. Stepping out of bed, and sliding himself underneath the old cot, he reached up into the matressing and found an old issue blaster that was hidden there. Arcona slipped out into the brightly-lit passage, and walked to his parents room. Sliding in unnoticed, he observed five strange men, all bearing guns, aiming at his parents. Arcona immediately opened fire on the strangers. One was silenced forever by Arcona's blaster, after which the boy heard one cry out.

"Don't kill the maggot. Stun him. I'm sure that he's the one that we were sent for," the man shouted to his comorades. Arcona saw a brilliant blue light, and as he fell drearily to the cold stone floor, he saw his parents struck down under a hail of fire from the enemy that came out of the night.

"Did our bidder agree to our price?" demanded Gaba, a strange grin eminating from beneath his thick moustache. Gaba was a human, at least, he was rumoured to be human. He had a reputation in the Galaxy for being particularly ruthless, as well as proficient in the art of deception. He led a group of mercenaries called the Dark Sun, a band reputed for doing anything in the name of the almighty Credit.

"Yessah," answered his assistant Ral. "'ee said, 'ee'll come to th' meeting point tomorry, teh examine th' child, an' that be the truth, sah."

"Have you found out why the child is so valuable to him?" asked Gaba, his grin quickly fading into a stern concern about his situation in this deal.

"Naye sah" replied Ral, nervously, "'is parents was everyday folk, with everyday work."

"What about the boy, you checked him out? Nothing he was carrying, nothing embedded on him?" asked Gaba impatiently.

"Tests is bein' run as we speak, sah.." answered Ral, who slowly shyed away from Gaba.

"Good, prepare everything for the meeting tomorrow." ordered the sly one. The grin returned to his face, and he sipped from a tall glass of Narcolethe.

"Hold him, I can't examine him if he keeps moving around." said the doctor, sweat dripping from his brow as he subconsciously examined the guns aimed at his head.

"The boy's powerful strong for a child, medic. You do your job, don't worry about the boy movin'." answered one of the mercenaries.

What are they trying to do to me, Arcona thought, why did they kill my parents? Arcona looked around, trying in vain to find where he was. All he saw were four men forcing a doctor to examine him. Arcona was afraid, deathly afraid.

"I am finished," said the doctor, "he has no abnormalities. Eight years old, strong, and healthy. My advice is to drug him to sleep until tomorrow--trauma often prevents normal sleep."

Arcona heard them talking about drugging him. He struggled even harder than before, but two sets of strong hands held him down. The doctor approached with a syringe. Arcona felt nothing all of a sudden. The world reeled around him, his vision blurring, and fading into the blackness of sleep. Arcona dreamed only nightmares that night.

Arcona awoke tied up to a chair. He gazed at his surroundings, and saw that he was no longer in the prison-like room; he was on a spaceship. He saw two men in front of him discussing something that he couldn't make out. Arcona's head fealt like a lead weight, the drugs still preventing him from thinking, seeing, or hearing clearly. He know, though, that he was moving. As if someone had dropped a large stone, the world suddenly burst into noise for Arcona. He could hear now, and he could make out what the two men were saying.

"The money has been deposited to your account," said a man in a long, dark cloak.

"May I ask why the boy is so valuable to you?" asked short, muscular man who Arcona heard being called Gaba.

"The money has been deposited into your account," answered the man.

"It's a simple question," said Gaba, drawing a blaster from his belt, "and I'm sure you'll be obliged to answer."

"He may be listening."

"Listening? He's not even awake yet," said Gaba, motioning to the boy with his blaster. "Even if he was awake, you think he could hear us from this distance?" When Arcona heard this, he smiled to himself. He felt talented, and glad that he could hear them without their knowing. As soon as his lips cracked into a smile though, the cloaked man turned to him, grinning wildly. Arcona suddenly felt dizzy, and returned to sleep.

The cloaked man and Gaba entered a small conference room on the spacecraft, Gaba very confused about the whole ordeal.

"Why..." he began; but before he could say anything the cloaked man signaled him to be quiet.

"I can only tell you this," the cloaked man said quietly. "The child is Force sensitive, and one day, he will be very powerful."

Having said this, the cloaked man turned around, and left the room. Gaba had heard of the Force--he had also learned that those who interfere with the dealings of Dark Jedi often find themselves dead, or tortured for years. Gaba didn't relish either thought, so he let the man go.

"Why isn't the boy awake yet?" asked the cloaked man furiously.

"'ee woke up, an' we 'ad to put 'im teh sleep again." answered one of the mercenaries.

The guard felt himself being choked, but no hands grasped at his throat. He coughed, trying to pull in a breath that would not be pulled. He turned blue, and then black. He soon ceased to move, dead on the floor of the spacecraft. The other guards backed away, and ran for the exit down into the barracks of the ship. The cloaked man smiled. Using the Force to clean Arcona's body of the drug, he realized how strong Arcona truly was. The drugs were already being destroyed by Arcona's own accelerated healing. The boy stirred to consciousness. Noticing that he was unbound, Arcona began to run for the exit that would carry him to the docking bay. He reached the door, and froze still. He tried to move, but could not bring himself to do it.

"I hope you realize," said the cloaked man, "that you cannot escape me. You must come with me, Arcona. One day you will be more powerful than I with the Force, and I will guide you until then.

"I- don't want to use the Force," said Arcona, tears welling to his eyes.

"You have no choice."

The two began to walk solemnly to the docking bay, and into the cloaked man's ship. From behind a mask of tears which now poured freely down Arcona's face, Arcona managed to ask the cloaked man's name.

"You may call me Master."

Seven years have passed.

"Excellent! You are doing well, Jedi Hunter- use your anger to strengthen yourself," said Master Lix.

For seven years, Arcona had been learning the ways of the Dark Side. Hardened by years of loss, sadness, and separation from all that he loved, Arcona was swollen with an irreversable anger towards all that stood against him. Lix had smuggled Arcona away to the distant world of Sol'Rahl, a temperate world in the Lyarna System, and home to a mysterious Krath Oracle, where Lix had taught him to channel his anger. Arcona did, and he did it all too well. Although Master Lix thought that Arcona had forgotten about his parents, Arcona never did forget that night, he just hid it from his Master and used his anger to become stronger. Lix was arrogant and proud; too old and greedy to realize the dangers of what he was doing. Arcona, from the time he was captured until the end of his training, had dreams in which someone called The Grand Master appeared to him, teaching him the higher powers of the Dark Side, enveloping him in blackness and incomprehensible power. Arcona was stronger than anyone imagined- anyone but his unseen tutor. Arcona listened to Lix's pathedic speech about channeling anger for the thousandth time. He could recite it word for word if asked to. Arcona, nevertheless, hid his dark knowledge from Lix as best he could. He listened to the lesson, and then retired to his quarters.

Later that evening, when Arcona was meditating in his quarters, Master Lix came to see him. Arcona already knew, of course, what he was going to say.

"You are almost a Dark Jedi Knight, my pupil. There is only one more mission for you to complete;, the Grand Master has informed me of a Master that is trying to undermine him. You, Arcona, will need to destroy this Master," explained Lix.

"I will leave immediately," said Arcona. "Is my ship ready?"

"Yes, indeed it is. The Grand Master has sent you one of his private ships," answered Master Lix.

"Then I bid you farewell, my Master, until I return here."

With that, Arcona left his chambers, walking the long, dark corridors to the immense docking bay. He was amazed by the ship he saw waiting, a sleek, fast starfighter the likes of which he had never encountered in all his travels and training. Inspecting the dulled gray metal, he smiled to himself. Excitement and fear was welling within him now, and he channeled it into anger, which he in turn used to align himself fully with the Dark Side. With this done, he entered the cockpit, a new determination sparking in his black heart.

"He has just entered hyperspace," Lix said to Master Raven. "Expect him to arrive within one day. He must not leave your planet alive, is that understood?"

"We will be ready for him, he will not leave. No mere Jedi Hunter can defeat me."

"Beware of him, my comorade. He is very strong. Once he is destroyed, we can continue with our plans. The Brotherhood will be ours, Raven, I assure you."

Lix switched off his communications terminal, an insane smile creeping across his worn face.

The blue races of hyperspace spun around the starfighter. Arcona woke from his induced sleep, a thought being sent into his mind. He couldn't make it out- it came across a large void. He struggled to hear the words, and hunted for their subject...a small, green button underneath the main piloting column. He found it with little difficulty, and a message began to play. A small holovid appeared, of a tall, imposing figure clothed in black, with silver brandishes indicating high rank. This was the Grand Master, Lord Phraetiss.

"Greetings, Disciple of Darkness. I am giving you something to aid you in your conquest of Master Raven. Lix and he are plotting against me, this I now know. It is likely that Raven knows that you are coming. To your right is a small provisions compartment. Open it, and under the provisions you will find a lightsaber..."

The message played on, and Arcona listened.

Stepping out of his ship in the thick forests of Morvogodnine, Arcona was wary of everything surrounding him. He prayed in all earnest that the makeshift decoy beam and debris were enough to convince Raven of his destruction by the planetary defenses. Arcona checked the lightsaber that hung from his belt, and walked towards the obsidian temple that loomed on the near horizon.

"He cannot bother us any longer," Raven hissed into the transmitter, "I saw his ship destroyed."

"He will come to you, Raven," said Lix, "and you will kill him."

The steps that lead to the inside of the Dark Jedi Temple made hollow clicks as Arcona's boots tapped against them. Ascending the staircase, Arcona drew his lightsaber, which ignited sharply, casting a brilliant red glow in all directions. At the top of the staircase, Raven was ready. In a trice of stepping over the top stair, the battle had begun. Raven came at Arcona full-force, giving Arcona no option but to duck downward. Raven tripped over Arcona, stumbling to the floor. Regaining composure, Raven came at the Jedi Hunter again, swinging to kill. Arcona deflected the saber, and swung out at Raven. There was silence for a moment, and then Arcona realized the low hum of his own saber still ignited. Blood spread slowly across the floor from Raven's neck, his head lay several steps below. Arcona never entered the Temple. He returned to his ship, and decided to set a new course, for Eos.

The Grand Master bestowed Arcona with his true rank, of Dark Jedi Master. Unbeknowst to the former Jedi Hunter, he had been trained to be the sucessor to great power in the Dark Side, the personal pawn of the Grand Master. The seven years training from the Grand Master paid off, for Arcona was made a powerful ruler in the Lyarna System for many years, by order of Phraetiss himself. Arcona became a legendary Dark Jedi, one who, after Phraetiss' death, was offered the position of Grand Master, but declined to continue studying the Force. It is said that Arcona had discovered a new plane of power in the Dark Side, one still explored by the members of House Arcona today...