Planet: Endor. Deep in the forest moon's ancient ruins
Time: Late evening, fog drifting through the towering trees
The thick canopy of Endor's moon filtered the dying sunlight, casting long shadows on the moss-covered stone ruins below. A strange energy pulsed in the air one that disturbed the calm minds of the Jeqdi.
A long, cloaked figure stepped through the underbrush. Master Yoda, leaning on his gimer stick, paused at the edge of a crumbled archway. His ears twitched.
Yoda: Mmm. Dark place this is… deeper than the roots of the trees, the shadow runs.
Behind him, the Jedi Council members emerged, their robes brushing the leaves:
Mace Windu, his expression grim and alert.
Ki-Adi-Mundi, hand on his beard in quiet contemplation.
Shaak Ti, senses extended like a net.
Plo Koon, visor glowing faintly in the mist.
Obi-Wan Kenobi, master of choosen one but alert.
Master Depa Billaba, scanning the surroundings with concern.
And others all called to Endor by whispers of a presence too dangerous to ignore.
Mace Windu: We've scoured systems for this disturbance... but this place breathes with the Dark Side. I can feel it. Like something buried. Waiting.
Ki-Adi-Mundi: There are no known Sith tombs on Endor. Yet... the corruption in the Force is undeniable.
Shaak Ti (quietly): The forest... it recoils from us. It's as if it remembers pain.
The group moved cautiously through the ruins. Ancient carvings lined the stone spirals, jagged edges, unfamiliar to Jedi historians. The Force around them was thick, almost tangible.
Suddenly, the ground pulsed. A deep hum not mechanical, not natural.
Alive.
Yoda (narrowing his eyes): Meditation… not enough. Below, we must go.
With a gesture, Yoda pointed toward a broken staircase, descending underground.
-Subterranean Chamber-
They entered a hollowed cavern beneath the ruins. The air was cold and dry, the silence oppressive. In the center: a black obelisk, slick like obsidian, pulsing faintly with red veins.
Obi-Wan: That's not Sith architecture I've seen before... It's... older. Hungrier.
Plo Koon: We are not alone.
From the shadows, a low voice echoed slow and commanding.
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"Jedi… always so predictable. So late."
A figure stepped from the darkness. Not fully formed a projection. Cloaked in robes of midnight, with eyes that glowed like coals.
Mace Windu (drawing saber): Sith!
Yoda (calmly raising hand): Wait… speak, he will.
Sith Apparition:
"This place remembers war. Blood. Betrayal."
"And now... balance is no longer yours to hold."
The chamber trembled. Red energy surged from the obelisk, forcing the Jedi into defensive stances.
Obi-Wan (under his breath): Master… is it a spirit? A holocron?
Yoda (sternly): No… a wound, this is. A scar upon the Force. From one not yet born… or one returned.
The apparition began to fade, but not before muttering a final cryptic warning:
Sith Voice:
"He will rise… not by hatred, but by loss."
"And the Jedi… will fall by their own blindness."
Silence.
The obelisk cracked and then shattered.
Shaak Ti (shaken): This... was a message. A prophecy.
Mace Windu (tight-jawed): We need to report this to the Senate and prepare. If there's a Sith Lord out there, we're not hunting him. He's leading us to him.
Yoda (turning back slowly): Begin… the end has.
Just moments after the Jedi Council witnessed the Sith apparition and the destruction of the obelisk underground…
The Jedi ascended the crumbling stone stairs, their minds weighed with the cryptic prophecy and the ominous Force resonance still clinging to their skin like ash.
Branches rustled above. The wind had died. The forest had gone still.
Too still.
As the final Jedi stepped out into the fading daylight.
Voice (dark and sardonic): Well… what do we have here?
All lightsabers ignited at once a synchronized hum of emerald, violet, and blue.
The Jedi fanned out into a half-circle as the figure stepped from the tree line, framed by the cracked light of Endor's twin suns.
The man was unlike any Sith they had seen
Wearing a sleeveless dark grey top, cut in a deep V-neck, revealing a sculpted chest bearing old scars.
A thick, braided purple rope cinched his waist, holding together a flowing layered blue split skirt.
Dark blue fitted pants led down into open-toed black sandals.
His right arm, muscular and veined, was wrapped in white bandages from wrist to bicep blood still fresh in some creases.
But it was the helmet that drew their attention.
Matte black. Cracked and reforged.
Glowing red fracture lines ran like lightning across the faceplate.
A segmented silver ridge curved over the brow, giving the illusion of a visor but no eyes were visible.
The lower half of the mask was a solid angular plate, forged like a war machine, grooved with hidden vents and panels.
The air shifted. The temperature dropped.
Mace Windu (firm): Identify yourself.
The figure tilted his head. His hand extended sideways and with a snap-hiss, a red lightsaber ignited. The blade was unstable, surging with flickering energy and screaming softly in the air.
Sith Warrior:
"I am no ghost."
"I am the prophecy..."
"and your failure made flesh...."
He raised the lightsaber and the ground beneath his feet cracked from the pressure in the Force.
Yoda (growling low): Not an echo he is… he is real.
Obi-Wan (tense): How did he? There was no signal… no ship.
Sith Warrior (calmly walking forward): I didn't come to run. I came to watch you die.
In an instant, he vanished from view.
Shaak Ti: He's fast!
He reappeared mid-air spinning toward Mace Windu, red blade clashing against violet.
The battle erupted in a storm of light and fury.
Yoda leapt, green saber twirling as he aimed for the Sith's exposed shoulder.
Only for the Sith to block it one-handed while twisting and kicking Plo Koon into a tree.
Sith Warrior (growling behind the helmet):
"You sent children to fight clone wars…"
"Now the orphan returns to bury the Council."
The forest of Endor burned with clashing sabers and the sound of war once more for the Jedi were no longer investigating a rumor.
The Force trembled. Lightsabers hummed like a storm of hornets.
Surrounding the Sith Warrior in a wide arc, all members of the Jedi Council now stood with weapons ignited blue, green, and violet sabers glowing in defiance.
Mace Windu stepped forward, his violet blade shimmering with intensity.
Mace Windu (roaring): The oppression of the Sith will never return!
Yoda (narrowing his eyes):bHmph… strong in arrogance, this one is…
The Jedi Masters moved as one a force of nature, coordinated, disciplined, deadly. With blinding speed, they charged the Sith from all sides.
Shaak Ti and Depa Billaba moved high, flipping in from the branches.
Obi-Wan spun in low from the flank.
Plo Koon and Ki-Adi-Mundi dashed with synchronized precision.
The Sith Warrior stood still… motionless… like a black monolith in the chaos.
Then
Ki-Adi-Mundi (shouting): I take the left!
Plo Koon (activating his saber): And I take the right!
As the two Masters lunged, the Sith finally moved.
Fast. Fluid. Unnatural.
He flipped sideways in a tight spiral the same spinning style Master Yoda used, legs tucked, form compact, avoiding every saber swing with inhuman agility. The flowing cloth of his split skirt flared in mid-air, adding to his ghost-like movement.
Ki-Adi's saber swung just a fraction too wide and in that instant, the Sith slammed his left hand across Ki-Adi-Mundi's face, a crack of bone echoing as the Cerean Master was thrown sideways into a fallen log.
Plo Koon: You'll regret that sith...
He raised his saber for a downward strike but the Sith lunged forward and headbutted Plo Koon's lightsaber hilt with the solid plate of his reinforced helmet. A surge of sparks burst out
Plo's saber fizzled and powered down, the crystal destabilized on impact.
Plo Koon (staggering back, stunned): What in the force!?
The Jedi faltered, just for a second.
That second was enough.
The Sith Warrior stood between the fallen Masters, helmet gleaming with fresh sparks.
Sith Warrior (low growl): You're slow. Predictable. Drowning in old doctrines. This is not your age anymore.
Yoda (landing in front, sabers spinning): Hmph… misjudged, we have.
Behind him, the rest of the Council regrouped, now forming a tighter formation their confidence shaken, their mission changed.
Obi-Wan (quietly, to Mace): He fights like us… but he thinks like something worse.
Mace Windu: Hmm... He study perharps?
Obi-Wan (breathing hard): No. Not just studied. He perfected it.
The Sith rose slowly, blade dragging across the ground, hissing like a serpent.
Sith Warrior (voice like grinding metal):
"I was forged in your fire."
"Trained by the ghosts of your arrogance."
"Now… you fall by your own reflections."
The Sith Warrior slowly raised his saber again, letting the blade hover at his side ready.
The war on Endor had begun.
And this time, the Jedi weren't facing a tyrant.
They were facing the heir of their sins.
Smoke from scorched bark drifted through the canopy.
Several Jedi Masters stood cautiously, sabers drawn, forming a half-circle but with widened stances, slower breath. Two Masters were injured, the rest tense. But none more focused than Master Yoda, who slowly stepped forward, his green saber still humming softly in his clawed hand.
The Sith Warrior, breathing steadily, stood amidst the circle, his lightsaber pointed to the earth. His body bore no signs of strain but the helmet, with its jagged red fracture lines and war-forged surface, tilted ever so slightly as Yoda approached.
Yoda's ancient eyes narrowed.
Yoda (low, commanding): Who are you...
you move like the Jedi… fight like them.
But in your heart, darkness flows.
What name do you carry, hmm?
For a moment, silence.
The wind stopped.
Then the Sith chuckled. Deep, cold, and far too calm for someone surrounded by the Council.
He reached up, gripping the sides of his fractured helmet.
Hissss the seal broke.
Click. Clunk.
He lifted the helmet off his head steam rising from inside.
The Sith's face was revealed.
A young human, no older than nineteen.
Dark, tousled hair damp with sweat.
A sharp jaw, but tired eyes haunted, yet burning with conviction. A jagged scar traced down the right side of his face, nearly reaching his lip.
Sith (firm, venomous): I am Darth Order... Apprentice of Count Dooku. And you should remember me… Master Yoda.
The words struck like a blade.
Yoda blinked. His hand lowered the saber a few inches, his eyes locking onto the boy's face the same face from the Temple… from long ago.
Yoda (quiet, aching): ...Padawan...
The boy didn't move.
Yoda: Lost, we thought you were.
In the Siege of Obredaan. Gone… your light was.
Darth Order (scowling): No… you left me to die. Icried out, Master. I begged through the Force. And he answered… Count Dooku heard what the Council refused to see.
He stepped forward not with rage, but truth.
Darth Order: You cast me aside...! But Dooku taught me what you were too blind to admit:
"The Jedi Order breeds orphans of its own failure."
"I am not your Padawan anymore."
"I am the Order that replaces yours."
The other Jedi Masters watched, stunned.
Some lowered their sabers.
Some gripped them tighter.
Mace Windu (growling): You were one of us. And now you throw it all away for Dooku?
Darth Order (snapping): I didn't throw it away you did when you abandoned the truth for bureaucracy.
Yoda stepped forward again not as a warrior… but as a mentor.
Yoda (softly): Still within you, the light may be.
Choice remains, always it does.
Darth Order: No, Master. You made your choice. Now it's my turn.
He put the helmet back on the cracks glowing brighter. The lightsaber in his hand flared back to life.
Darth Order: Now you all die and i show you all how to do it!
With a roar of the Force, Darth Order lunged forward, saber spinning with deadly speed and then.
-Naboo, Present Day-
A scream echoed into the early morning light.
Annie Skywalker jolted upright from her bed in the Naboo lakeside villa, drenched in sweat. Her breathing was ragged, her heart pounding like war drums.
Her metallic right hand twitched uncontrollably fingers clenched, sparking slightly.
She looked down and found herself gripping a Jedi Temple Guard lightsaber, its yellow blade now ignited with a sharp snap-hiss.
Annie (choking back tears): Terek…
Her fingers tightened around the hilt as her vision blurred.
The yellow glow reflected in her teary eyes as memories flooded back, unbidden and painful.
-Flashback Jedi Temple Hangar, Before the Siege of Obredaan-
The sun was setting over Coruscant, casting long shadows over the temple's landing pad.
Terek, no more in his early twenties, stood by a waiting starfighter, his dark robes fluttering in the wind. His face was confident but his eyes carried the weight of goodbye.
Terek (grinning, half-serious): One day, Annie… We'll leave this order behind. You, me and Padmé too. We'll escape this war. I'll marry you both if I have to.
Annie (embarrassed): Terek, shut up! What if someone hears!
Before she could finish, Terek pulled her in, cupping her cheek with his trembling hand and kissed her. Deep, desperate… honest.
Annie froze, caught between shock and longing when suddenly voices.
Yoda's voice, distant but approaching:
"Ready, the clones are. Time, it is."
Terek (urgently whispering): Hide. Behind that pillar now!
Annie ducked into the shadows just in time.
From behind the column, she watched as Master Yoda, flanked by Commander Gree and a squad of clones, walked up to the hangar.
Yoda (sternly): Let's go now, Padawan Terek. To the siege we must... Much darkness in Obredaan, there is. Delay, we must not.
Terek nodded but just before boarding the gunship, he glanced back.
A final look toward the shadows where Annie hid.
A silent farewell.
He never came back.
-Present Naboo, Villa Bedroom-
Annie sank to her knees, the yellow blade still glowing, humming softly as it illuminated her face.
Annie (crying): You promised...