New Sith Rising

[Ja'Dae Bahnkuu]

A long time ago in a galaxy far,
far away...

Star Wars

Chapter 1
New Sith Rising

The Jedi who were once keepers
of the peace, have now become a
military style order. Weary of
repeating the mistakes made
during the Old Republic they no
longer allow their numbers to
dwindle.

Due in part to this growth in the
Jedi’s numbers, their vision has
become clouded. The Dark Side
of the force has been allowed to
grow unnoticed by the Jedi
Tribunal.

With this lack of vision a new
Sith Master, Darth Torment
has risen up to destroy the Jedi
and wreak havoc upon the galaxy…

A small black ship rolls slowly through space heading towards a crystal blue planet. As the ship approaches the planets warning system engages the ship. And two Jedi Tribunal fighters flank the black ship on each side

Defense System – Warning unauthorized ships are to vacate the vicinity of Illium. This planet is under the full protection of the Jedi Tribunal. If you continue on your present course we will have no option but to destroy you…You have 10 seconds to divert your course. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, ehh……

The man piloting the ship changes course and begins to dive directly into the planets atmosphere. The trajectory of the ship should destroy the vessel and everything on it. Yet, the ship begins to leak a gel coating onto its hull. The pursuing ships can not follow this suicidal dive. They radio ahead…

Tribunal Pilot one – The pilot of that ship is committing suicide. At that angle the whole ship will burn up before he even hits the snow.

Tribunal Pilot two – This is Syla Addala, come in bravo tower. The pilot seems to want to die. The ship is going to crash near the omega quadrant. We are unable to pursue. Alert a squadron to head on out and check out the wreckage. Over...

Tribunal Pilot one – Syla, are you getting any response from the base? I’m not getting any feed back.

Syla – No, I’m not getting anything either and that ship seems to have vanished from my sensors. Could be the storm brewing down there but I think we should head back and check things out.

Tribunal Pilot one – That’s a negative, our orders are to patrol the planets boundaries. We’re soldiers; we’re given orders and must follow them. Besides, there are plenty of other Jedi soldiers on the surface to take care of that.

Syla – Roger that Green one. Syla out.

As the black ship plummeted to the earth, the nose of the ship began to pull up. As fast as it began to fall it began to level off and cruise the skyline. The sleek design of the ship was more prevalent now against the clear sky. The Ship did indeed land in the omega quadrant of Illium, but it was undamaged as believed by the two escort pilots. As the engines shut down and the instrument panels began to silence, the ramp door hidden in the belly of the beast slowly began to open.

A human dressed all in black emerged from the lightless hole. Covered by a black robe similar to that of the old Jedi order, the dark figure looked about his surroundings. There is only one reason to come to Illium…Crystals! Once a closely guarded secret, Illium was one of only three known places where crystals for lightsaber construction could be found. After the splitting of the New Jedi Order, Illium was no longer a sacred temple but a military manufacturing plant. It constructed basic assembly line lightsabers for the mass of soldiers in the Jedi Tribunal.

The black robed figure leaped from the ramp and began to run at lighting speed. To the common eye a black blur was all that could be seen if that at all. Half way to the old Jedi temple the figure was intercepted by 3 Jedi soldiers.

Jedi Soldier One – Wait right there. You are under arrest by order of the Republic. Surrender yourself and we will not use our Jedi powers on you.

The three men ignited their sabers and prepared for any resistance. Green and blue glowing blades gave a greater illumination to their adversary. As the black figure stood surrounded by the Jedi, he began to laugh.

Dark Figure – You feeble creatures. So weak in the force and you claim to be Jedi. You are not Jedi. So poorly trained, so poorly in tuned with the force. Though mercy is not in me, allow me this moment to extend an offer to you. Join me or die.

The dark figure extended his hand and revealed that he had his own lightsaber. An ornate and distinctive lightsaber unlike the mass produced versions of the Jedi soldiers. As quick as he revealed his weapon he ignited it. A glowing beam of red light grew from the hilt and over shadowed the meager weapons of the three men.

Jedi Soldier Two - Heh, this guy must think he’s some sort of rouge Jedi or something. He must not know whom he’s dealing with then.

Dark Figure – It strikes me how uninformed you are. Have the Jedi abandoned all their teachings. Have the Jedi truly forgotten themselves entirely? I am Sith, I am Darth Torment. Come to the dark side and I will allow you to live for now.

The three men did not allow Torment to continue any further. The lunged into attack. Swinging their sabers gallantly, yet, vainly. With three swift waves of his arm, the light saber as its extension took down all three men as swiftly and as easily as claimed.

Torment – These Jedi are weak. They have grown arrogant and blind. The Sith shall soon rise again. At last I will truly have my revenge.

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Torment drew back his hood. Now exposed was his pale white face. He had a long black hair that draped down his back and was flowing in the wind. His eyes were solid black mimicking the hatred in his heart. His beard was trimmed angled with his face.

As he stood looking over the three corpses, he felt a tremor in the force. It was possible that he no longer was shadowed from the sights of the Jedi. In a flash of lightning he was off at full speed flying toward the temple with his saber exposed. As he ran he struck down the guards as he passed. Now that his secret was exposed he could not allow the Jedi to take advantage of his disadvantage. It was surprise that Torment had for himself.

As he neared the temple, the defenses intensified. Now laser cannons and better trained fighters were in formation for defense. The soldiers tried to fight the enemy, but they were too poorly trained. This enemy was skilled in multiple forms of saber combat. Even the laser cannons were ineffective. They were not designed to target high speed moving object. With the agility of a Selonian, Torment sprung up with a barrow rolling swing of his lightsaber and sliced off the barrels of the firing cannons.

At last he was at the temple gates. Using the dark side of the force Torment began to pull the massive doors open. Right behind those doors stood 100 foot soldiers of the Jedi Tribunal Order. Some of its best warriors were on constant guard of the facility. As the doors began to slowly open each of the Jedi took battle stances to prepare for the battle.

As the doors opened to completion the Jedi looked in amazement and saw that nothing was there. This invincible force they were preparing for was not there. As they began to drop their guard, the earth beneath them began to shake. As they all looked down to see what was happening the roof of the cave began to collapse. Darth Torment was riding a large stone down right into the Jedi below. Of the 100 that were there only six remained after the devastating collapse of the cave.

Among the survivors was Master General Shak Ra. She was among the strongest of the Military Jedi. The reason for this was because she was not trained in the Military. She was trained by the sect of Jedi who held to the traditional values and training methods.
Shak Ra and her two privates avoided the disaster by combining their powers to defend against the falling rock.

Darth Torment de-robed in front of the Jedi. His Black tunic draped down to his knees. The wind that was released into the Temple made his long black loin cloth flap against his leather boots. With his long black gloved hands he reached for his lightsaber and powered it on.

Darth Torment – Master General Shak Ra I presume. Listen well to me because you will not have the opportunity later for this. I am Darth Torment, Dark Lord of the Sith. You Jedi have grown arrogant and weak. It is the Sith who are the true masters of the Force. I intend to destroy all who stand in my way. Turn to the dark side and serve me and I will spare you as a soldier of my bidding. Take that message to back your tribunal. Let them know that the Sith will rise again and there is nothing they can do about it.

Shak Ra – Torment? I sense something thing, or someone. I will take your message back but know this. Evil can not win.

[Xorren Hedrasii]

Good stuff man. Keep going!

[Ja'Dae Bahnkuu]

As Shak Ra walk passed the Sith once again a familiar tingle tweaked in her brain, yet, she could not place a finger on it. As the Jedi boarded their ship and took off, Torment began collecting as many crystals as he could and returned to his ship. As the black ship took off it flew over the temple and fired repeating proton torpedoes into the structure until the entire labyrinth inside had been demolished. At the completion of the demolition the black ship took off and entered into hyperspace directly past the patrolling ships.

Syla – Green one did you just see that? Wasn’t that the same ship that supposedly crashed on the planet?

Green one pilot – It couldn’t be. That ship had to be destroy…

At that moment an incoming urgent transmition entered the thingypits of the fighters.

Shak Ra – Attention remaining Jedi. Have your ships doc with the Caspian Giant and prepare to return to Coruscant. Our mission here has failed and we must return with an urgent message to the Tribunal. There has been a vergence in the Force. I will brief you all when aboard Master General Shak Ra out.

Syla – Do you believe that? Failed? That ship could barely hold 5 people, how could we have failed?

Green one pilot – Hold your thoughts Syla. We were ordered to return. We’ll get the debriefing when we reach the carrier. Green one out…

The fighters circling the planet all began to work their way towards the Caspian Giant. When the last of the Green squad docked, the ship set course for the galactic capital.





As soon as the Caspian Giant docked, Shak Ra was racing to the Tribunal’s Hall. A message was sent ahead and the Tribunal was already assembled.

The Tribunal was made up of the three most powerful members of the Military Jedi Order. The Prime position was held by Remin Tarr. Tarr is longest standing member of the Jedi Tribunal Counsel and figurehead of the Military Tribunal. Once a well-respected member of the Traditionalists, Tarr fell in line with those who believed that in order to prevent future attacks on the reformed Galactic Republic, the Jedi Order needed to be more powerful. This powerful leader’s actions are surrounded by controversy. It is suspected by the traditionalists that he has been conspiring with beings of ill repute to carry out acts that would discredit the Jedi Tribunal. Such figures include smugglers and bounty hunters that are being considered a threat to certain figures within the Republic’s Senate. Of course, this is all just hearsay.

The second seat is held by Bez Spuranti. Bez is an idealist at heart and a realist in action. Bez wishes for absolute peace in which the Jedi’s place is one of service and not one of shear dominance. But he knows that with the fall of the Jedi once and the chaotic situation of the fall and rebuilding of the Republic, that this dream can not be a reality. The truth is that only power and an iron fist can truly keep peace.

The last seat is held by Seiya Verzon. She Is the often the vote of reason. She is the seated member who always makes the democratic decision. Her incorruptible conscious has allowed her to make the decisions of the Tribunal fair and impartial. She is also the only member of the Tribunal to be raised to the rank of Triumvirate though promotion from within.

Shak Ra entered the chamber and bowed to her commanders.

Shak Ra – Commanders, there has been a vergence in the Force and I am afraid.

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Remin Tarr – You say a vergence? What kind of vergence? Does it surround a being?

Shak Ra – Yes, commanders. The person called himself Darth Torment. He proclaimed that he was a Sith Lord and that he is going to destroy the Jedi.

Bez Spuranti – That is impossible. The Sith were destroyed two centuries ago. The dark side of the force has been held in check since the day our Lord Skywalker resurrected the Jedi and brought peace back to our galaxy.

Seiya Verzon – I agree. A dark side user, let alone a sith could not have risen with out the Jedi’s detection. With the shear numbers of us Jedi we surely would have detected this kind of vergence.

Shak Ra – Commanders, it was one person that destroyed the temple on Illium. One force user draped in the trappings of the sith. One being alone defeated us all. Not even I dared to compete with his power. Commanders, Torment is a sith and all serious precautions must be taken.

Remin Tarr – Your concerns have been noted and taken under consideration. Is there anything else that you wish to add to your report Master General?

Shak Ra wanted to let the Tribunal know that she felt funny about who the Sith was. That for some reason this being was familiar. But she held her tounge. No need to report something until she was firmer in her convictions. She used all her training to hide her feelings. Her master Wentiff Mordina trained her well to hide her thoughts. He figured it would come in useful when she decided to leave and join the military.

Shak Ra – No Comanders, that is all to report. What are my orders now?

Seiya Verzon – You will make contact with the Traditionalist. You will collect what information they might have about this person, this Torment. You will immediately report back what ever you find. We will charge you with limited free reign to get to the bottom of this mystery. Report back every third cycle.

Shak Ra – Thank you, with your permission I will be on my way.

The Tribunal nodded to her and she was off to her quarters to prepare for her journey.

[himiko sabbrawrra]

Nice!!! I love it so far!!! More!!!!

[Ja'Dae Bahnkuu]

Wipe out and fade in...

An old man sitting on a tree stump with his eyes closed and legs crossed meditates deeply. Wearing the cloth of the Jedi of yester year, his dress is far outdated even among many of the Traditionalist. As little younglings played around him, his meditation took him far off into the galaxy. A vision of blackness appeared. Although his visions were usually clouded this one was different. As his mind left his body to venture further into the force to explore this vision further, he began to see events as though he were there. He could feel, hear, and smell the deaths of the three Jedi solders. He was there when the dark figure spoke to Shak Ra.

The force builds bonds between masters and their padawans. The stronger the relationship between teacher and student, the stronger the force bond becomes. Master Wentiff Mordina’s pride pupil was Shak Ra. He took her in has his padawan but in turn became like a daughter to him. It was this emotional bond that had made him see this transaction. The disturbance of his student had transcended across the galaxy so deeply that he knew he had no choice but to make contact with Shak Ra…even though he knew it would be forbidden for him to do so.

When a student abandons the teachings of the Jedi to join the military forces, the Jedi then becomes exiled from their traditional environments. They are to turn over their lightsabers and break all ties to their past. This is done because they abandon the ideals of the Jedi. The Jedi are to aid others in the quest for peace, they are to maintain the peace and order of the galaxy. In turn, Jedi never become part of the government. They are apart of the society, yet, parted from government. The powers of a Jedi to bend the wills of others are not viewed as honorable. But, the members of the Tribunal have long been suspected of such acts. It is for this reason such a schism has occurred.

When a Jedi abandons their place in the traditional order, their sabers are to be destroyed. The individual that once constructed a unique piece of themselves is no longer there. They have left to become a cog in a great system that cheapens its parts. The destruction of the lightsaber is symbolic of the loss of the individual. Yet, as Wentiff moves to his meditation chamber high above the city of Anisile on Dantooine, he must make stop in his quarters to locate a certain focusing tool.

Wentiff – Computer. Open security storage container alpha 66 onderon 3.

A small case begins to pertrude from the wall to the left.

Wentiff – I only hope that this will help me connect with you. I think you were reaching out to me. I think you wanted me to see what you have seen. For what reason I do not know, but if you need help child, this old man can not deny you. Hopefully you are open enough to hear me now, because I feel that time is of the essence now.

Wentiff opens the container and removes an ornate lightsaber. It is a one handed weapon designed for a dueling style of fighting. She had designed it perfectly to fit for her style. Wentiff could not bring himself to destroy it. It was all he had left of her.

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He tucked the saber into his sash and wrapped his robe around him tightly. He immediately made his way to the meditation room. Along the way he was stopped by his latest prodigy, Baz Spuranti.

Due to the new recruiting methods of the Jedi Tribunal, it has hard for the traditionalists to obtain a padawan learner. This being true, they have had to resort to accepting beings that are sensitive to the force at later ages. Master Mordina, while on a mission to Naboo, discovered Spuranti at the age of eleven. Sensing he was in tuned with the force, he took the boy as his new padawan learner. Now in his late teens, Spuranti is trained in the traditional ways of the Jedi Order, yet there is still a long path ahead of him before he is ready for the Jedi Trials.

Baz – Master, I sense something is wrong with you. Is everything in order?

Wentiff – Baz, your feelings serve you well. Your training has proved to enhance your powers far beyond that of which I could have imagined for you when I first knew you. But my friend on this particular examination, your questions were off base. I am perfectly fine and as long as I have lived, nothing has ever truly been in order. Now, I believe its time for me to meditate on those disorders.

Baz’s master places his hand on his shoulder and presents a smile that seemed so peaceful and honest that Baz felt awkward in questioning his master.

Wentiff – Baz, contemplate this lesson as I head off. Great masters of the force have always had a certain point of view. Try examining everything that is said to you from the point of views of others. Then you will see the truth of what people’s intentions truly are. It is a skill that has served and fooled many a person.

Baz – Yes master, I believe I understand you and I will practice the lesson you have given me.

With a wink of his eye, Wentiff made his way to the meditation chamber. Making the room pitch black, he made his way to the center of the room. He sat down and crossed his legs and took the saber into his had. With a light press of his thumb, he ignited the blade. A luminous yellow blade lit the room into a golden glow.

Wentiff took in the essence of the blade and powered down the saber. He held the saber out and with the will of his mind suspended the saber in front of him. As he closed his eyes, he focused intensely on the saber reaching through it, past it, and across the galaxy. Searching for the sabers owner and one or his dearest friends, Wentiff’s mind searched the galaxy for Shak Ra.

[tailonkae]

most excellent my friend