Somewhere in a completely dark room, a humanoid shadow was sitting on a big throne.

The shadow looked all but at peace.

It looked like it was constantly at war.

The murderous intent was flaring up constantly and if someone else was there, they would already be suffocating.

Soon, the only thing you could see were two bright orange eyes that opened in shock.

There were various emotions going through those eyes.

Something the person didn’t even know he had.

He was scared, alarmed and anxious.

“Is there no way to get rid of it?”

the raspy voice of what sounded like a male sounded out into the empty room.

First, nothing happened.

But after a few moments, the force started reacting.

The pressure inside the room was increasing with every second going by.

The man on the throne was digging his hands into the armrests while gritting his teeth.

“Fine! I won’t do anything!”

He yelled as he was being pushed into the metal throne and his bones collapsing under the weight.

As soon as he said that, the pressure increased to double.

You could hear his bones being crushed, and his muscles being twisted.

If you were close enough, you would even hear his heart and lungs being squeezed to their limits.

He was gritting his teeth so hard they were squeaking.

‘Ok! But don’t aim him at me!’

He voiced in his mind, and the pressure stopped right away.

The force knew that he spoke the truth right now, as you can hide nothing from the force itself.

The man was breathing heavily and was trying to repair his body as he was making plans to go around the new immovable obstacle.

***

Darth Marr was standing in front of the boy he brought back.

They were still in the Gage-Class Transport.

The boy was looking out at the view that came to be by the ship being in hyperspace.

‘How do you teach someone to want…’

Darth Marr was questioning himself.

He had to teach the boy to want things, to be greedy and emotions.

If he could not develop or uncover emotions, he could never wield the dark side of the force.

‘Even if he is chosen or whatever that was.’

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The dark side of the force thrives on emotions, and mostly negative emotions such as passion, anger, and hatred.

Darth Marr had to plan all this.

What made him even more irritated was that he was ordered by the Emperor to handle the boy.

He was even given extra resources and higher authority than the other Dark Council members.

So he had no way of refusing or handing it to someone else, but even if he could, he wouldn’t.

He could finally fulfill his dream of an eternal Sith Empire and maybe fight to his heart’s content in the future.

Darth Marr inspected the boy for the first time and was dumbstruck.

With the information they had gotten, he would have been starved and beaten constantly.

The beaten part can be seen with all the scars covering his entire body all the way from his feet up to his neck.

But what he couldn’t understand was the starved part.

If anything, the boy looked like he had eaten well and trained hard for years.

His muscles were showing beneath all scars and he had a completely perfect body for a child of 16.

‘His muscles are like someone who had fought wars for years. I don’t even think I looked that good.’

It should be known that Darth Marr was driven by a fierce dedication to warfare, one that bordered on zealotry.

[zealotry means a fanatical and uncompromising pursuit of religious, political, or other ideals; fanaticism.]

He believed that conflict was the only way that life evolved and grew stronger.

Darth Marr’s personal view was that death is inevitable, and only cowards tried to avoid it as it was a necessity

His power in the dark side gradually stripped him of emotion over the decades, leaving the man with a fraction of his humanity but a strong desire to ensure that the Empire survived.

That’s when he found the boy that could help him fulfill his desire.

“Is there anything you want?”

Darth Marr asked, just to be sure.

“…”

And no answer as he thought.

“Can you read?”

Darth Marr asked as he shifted his view to the boy.

“Yes…”

“Great, take this. Is there anything there that you feel drawn to?”

He told the boy as he handed him a holonet pad with a ton of words and descriptions of the words.

Darth Marr then walked away and sat down to meditate as the list was incredibly long, so it should take a while, and they will arrive at Korriban in 4 days.

After a couple of hours, Darth Marr opened his eyes and looked at the boy.

He had put down the pad and just sat there.

“Are you done?”

Darth Marr asked as he stood up.

“Yes…”

As Darth Marr picked up the pad to look at the answers, he was stunned.

There were actually some things chosen.

“History, knowledge, The Force, Torture, Races and Power. Wow, I don’t know what to say.”

What was weird to him was that they were so different.

‘If it was only The Force, Torture and power, I could understand with the Dark side. But what is this about history, knowledge and different races?’

He looked up at the boy, then down at the pad again.

‘Well, it’s good he found things at least. Let’s fuel his subconscious wants for now and see how it goes.’

Darth Marr compiled a ton of information and knowledge about all of his choices on the pad and gave it back to the boy.

This time he didn’t have to say anything and the boy just took it up and began reading.

***

Dar’Nala was talking with the other Jedi Masters and Grandmaster in a hologram.

“We need to attack!”

“Let them be.”

“They are a threat to the galaxy.”

“It’s not worth the risk.”

All the Jedi Masters were arguing with each other and voicing their opinion.

“Enough!”

The Kel Dor who had been quiet the entire time, spoke up.

It was Zym, the Grand Master of the Jedi Order.

“You did well, Master Dar’Nala. We can not afford an all out attack on Coruscant. Not with all these innocent civilians.”

“But wh…”

“No buts. She made the right decision. Now we need to meditate on this issue.”

As they all started meditating on the occurrence, Zym started seeing something, an outline.

When he went to see clearly, something bad happened.

His eyes, ears, nose and mouth started bleeding.

Everyone else felt the disturbance and opened their eyes.

It horrified all the Jedi Masters to see the Grand Master in the state he is in.

He looks like he was at death’s door.

All the jedi that were next to him rushed to him but were stopped when an insane amount of Dark side of the force stopped them.

It was so evil and sinister that they all broke out in a cold sweat.

If anyone was in their right mind, it would look like it was punishing the Grand Master for something.

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Right, back again lol.

A bit longer chapter this time.

And some general information in the chapter to shape some things.

See, I held to my promise of 2 chapters a week at least.

Do give feedback as it helps a ton, though I won’t always listen to it…

I think I have a name decided, but if I see one of your suggestions that I like more, I will use that.

Saber is also somewhat decided.

Bye bye, I’m gonna go to the gym for 2 hours then play games until 4am.

Right, I forgot one thing…

I don’t like to ask for this, but if you enjoy it and have extra time, please do leave a review.

Preferably positive.

bye again ;)