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The battle was brutal. I’d begun to wonder why I’d followed the Exiles, those who had been banished by their Je’daii Order. They’d enslaved my race due to their own choice of defecting from their supposed holy creed. As I deftly fought back the jidai to protect my master, I began to hate myself for taking sides with the Jen’jidai, no matter how much power I’d gained. My people had turned into subservient fools, blindly following the Sith Council who had blatantly taken my species’ name. Who had killed our king Hakagram Graush in a selfish strike for power to subjugate my people in order to create their own teachings, to practice our alchemy and turn us into monsters. Rage coursed through me as I struck down several jidai before making a wide arc with my switchblade lightsaber, forcing the enemy back as my dark armor absorbed a strike. I’d been one of the few who’d not ceased doubting their capabilities and true reason for being on Korriban. Even though they’d taught me much in their twisted ways I wished for nothing more than for them to die in excruciating pain and endless misery. The din of battle was encompassing as people fell, the smell of blood mixed with sweat permeating the air. With a shout of anger I struck down yet another jidai, force choking another using my mind and my unquestionable hatred.
I made my way to the side of the jen’ari and stabbed someone in the back, hearing their pained gasp before I yanked the saber from their corpse. Ajunta Pall fought confidently, his movements graceful compared to my own aggressive style. In a flash I was behind him, holding someone by the throat in the air as I used red force lightning to take down weaker foes, stealing their life force to extend my own.
“You won’t win.” I said quietly, glaring at the man with glowing gold eyes as a realization dawned on me. “The Force has broken my chains.” Despite my adoration for battle I knew it was a lost cause. Ensuring I had what I needed I slashed through the crowd of those who were fighting, not caring about who I killed as I knew they were most likely going to all die sooner rather than later. With all of my efforts put into escaping I jumped into my fury-class intercepter starship and flew off into hyperspace, abandoning my people to save myself. Not knowing where I was going I sat back, feeling the death within the force.
After much time had passed I took my ship out of hyperspace, fear taking hold as I unexpectedly crashed into the surface of a planet. Lurching forward I listened as my ship came to a halt, hissing at my misfortune. The cockpit was smoking slightly as lights flashed, signaling much external damage. Clutching my side I got up, blood trickling between my fingers as I staggered to the exit hatch. An alarm went off in my head just as it opened and I jumped to the side, watching as water breached the ship. Anger surged through me as I used the force to stop the influx of water while shutting the hatch. I knew I was stuck in a prison of my own choice.
Instead of lashing out as my fellow pureblood sith would have done I sat in the center of my ship and began to read one of the few texts I’d been able to steal over time, a small collection in a secret compartment under the galaxy map table. Now more relaxed I meditated, letting my mind be taken by the darkness and the sounds of war and death. The sound of a holocron opening barely registered to my ears until I heard a voice.
“Midwan Alarak.” The voice of Ajunta took me out of my meditation. “I made a grave mistake in not teaching you all that I knew. You, over most of the Exiles and Sith, are one of my most devoted followers.” A hologram of him hovered above the triangular holocron. “I give you my wisdom, for I have been shown a dark future drenched in death and regret. Do with this what you will. May the Force be with you.” A series of his teachings played, passing the time as he went into great detail on his findings. At the end he said gravely, “You will be that which grips the heart in fright, hearkens night and silences the light.”
Yearning for more knowledge and power I took it all in, keeping it open as I passed the weeks drilling Juyo with a metal bar. I sensed outside the ship and discovered I was buried deep under a lake, sand encasing my ship like a tomb. After what I guessed to be months my rations were out. The air supply was running dangerously low. Taking one last look at my ship after carefully stashing the texts of my people, the holocron, and my lightsaber so they couldn’t be damaged, I slowly made my way to the copalite. As I did so I had a vision of a desert planet and a tall tower, then a set of striking blue eyes. Steeling myself I entered the pod and closed it, my choice of self-preservation settling my mind as I was put into suspended animation. Little did I know that the Force had a fate for me beyond my comprehension.