User blog:KaharZamet/Star Wars: Betrayers of Light

Prologue
"This is Extermination Squad 01-B. We're tracking the fleeing Jedi right now," ST-2105 spoke into his comlink. The blast doors on the Imperial shuttle slid open with a hiss as the shuttle descended towards the ground. He looked out. The shuttles of Squad 07-A and 04-D were accompanying them. All three shuttles landed with a thud. "Go go go!" 2105 shouted. The three squads loaded their blasters and raced down the street, towards the fleeing Jedi Knight. The man was sprinting several yards ahead of them, flinging objects behind him to slow down the Stormtroopers. The commander and a soldier of Squad 07-A were hit and killed by pieces of metal, screaming as they fell backwards toward the ground. As the night on Coruscant grew darker, the Stormtroopers had to turn on their helmet lights. The Jedi Knight began to slow down, and suddenly stopped, allowing the Stormtroopers to catch up to him. "Hands in the air," 2105 ordered. The Jedi Knight began reaching towards his belt. The Stormtroopers pressed their blasters in closer at the Jedi Knight. "I said, hands in the ai---" The Jedi Knight's lightsaber hilt flung into his hands, and a blade of blue energy came to life. 2105 began stepping back as the other Stormtroopers were cut down. He tried firing a blaster shot, but it only deflected off the lightsaber and hit one of the Stormtroopers in the chest. Eventually, only 2105 was left. He began walking backwards as the Jedi slowly came towards him. 2105 attempted to fire his weapon, but the Jedi jammed it with the Force. He was then thrown to the ground by the Jedi. "Who...are you?" 2105 questioned. The Jedi stood before him. "My identity does not matter," he humbly replied. "You...you won't last forever," 2105 spat. The Jedi rose his lightsaber in the air. "I won't last forever, but neither will the Empire," he stated. 2105 then watched, wide-eyed, as the blade came plunging down towards him.

Chapter 1
Vader roared and slammed his fists on the desk. "Three dozen elite, highly-trained Stormtroopers lost to a single Jedi Knight, Captain! Under your command!" Imperial Captain Rernard Ilik gulped, standing at attention. "The only reason I do not kill you on the spot right now, Captain, is because your service record is good. So you better come up with something good to make up for this," Vader ordered. "Yes, my lord. I--I've been working on a project for the past month now, and it seems ready. I present to you the Dark Warrior project," Ilik replied, unrolling a design blueprint on the desk. "We'd be able to convert captured Jedi into Dark Warriors. They'd remember nothing of their past. They'd only want to serve the Empire, and will only have dark, painful emotions. They'll use the Dark Side of the Force to hunt down Jedi and rebels." Vader looked over the blueprint for a moment. "I want it put into motion right now," he ordered. Rernard Ilik grabbed the blueprints. He nodded, saluted, and then hurried to his section of the base, which had been given to him by Vader. His mechanics would have a lot of work to do.

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It was just another average day of work at the Death Star Cafe for Jay Darklighter. Serving beer, jama juice, blue milk, and just about every other drink in the galaxy to thirsty patrons, and then cleaning the glasses. But it wasn't all bad. His co-workers were fun to hang out with, and tomorrow he was going to be deployed to the base on Tatooine to resume his duties as a Scout Trooper.

It was closing time at the cafe now, as it was about eight o' clock at night on the Death Star. But every second in space seemed like night. Jay was cleaning the last of the glasses in the kitchen with a dish cloth. He entered the bar area to close up, and nearly jumped when he saw he wasn't alone. Rernard Ilik sat on a bar stool, his head drooping, with half a mug of beer in front of him. "Captain Ilik, sir, it's closing time," Jay informed him. "I know, soldier. I should be going. That way I can lament my failure in private," Ilik moaned. Jay leaned over the counter towards Ilik. "What's wrong, Rernard?" he asked. "I got the perfect Jedi for my project. The Dark Warrior project. But Vader made me execute him," Ilik replied as he sipped more of his drink. "But I guess it's not too bad. I have several Dark Warriors and...an idea for a new weapon." With that, Ilik turned and walked out of the cafe, before Jay could say another word.

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Everything seemed to be doing better for the Empire since the base had been built on Tatooine. Less supplies were falling into the hands of criminals and rebels. Just yesterday, some of Jabba's thugs and Gamorreans that were trying to carry illegal weapons off-planet were stopped by the Stormtroopers at the Imperial base. But as Imperial Commander Gial Maverick well knew, Jabba's thugs weren't the only troublemakers for the Empire on Tatooine. So were some of the natives, especially the ones whose name sent a chill down the spine...

Sand People.

At night, the blasted Tuskens would come and attack the outskirts of the base, killing Stormtroopers and Jawas. Jawas were the only natives worth having a life on this planet. They traded droids to the Empire, in exchange for blasters. Some of the droids were very advanced astromech droids, and even combat droids. Unfortunately, the Sand People destroyed some of the droids also.

And now, it was night time on Tatooine. Time for the Sand People to come. Gial was working in his office, a lamp lighting his desk. His astromech, R3-E4, who he had gotten from the Jawas, was accessing the console in the office, attempting to intercept information from Jabba's thugs, or rebels.

A Stormtrooper entered Commander Maverick's office. "Are the Sand People here?" the commander asked. The soldier shook his head. "No," he replied. "A marksman on the roof spotted Jabba's thugs on a sand dune not far north from here." Gial leaned back, thinking about how to respond. Since the last Tusken attack, which had taken the lives of many Stormtroopers and Jawas, and destroyed several droids, security had been increased, including adding marksman on the roof. "How many were there?" Gial demanded. "Three landspeeders, each containing four thugs and two Gamorreans," the Stormtrooper informed him. Commmander Maverick nodded. He leaned back and stroked his beard. "Put the base on a watch alert," Commander Maverick ordered. The Stormtrooper nodded and hurried away. R3-E4 beeped and booped as he intercepted a transmission from Jabba's thugs to Jabba. "Play it," Gial ordered. "Mighty Jabba, we're preparing to attack the Imperial base. Attack will commence in ten minutes," one of the thugs' voice rang. Gial jumped out of his seat. "Sound the alarms! Prepare the base for battle!" he shouted. R3-E4 moved over to the base alarm console and sounded the alarms.

Within minutes, Stormtroopers and Imperial Officers were rushing throughout the base. They took position in front of the exits and on the roof, blasters ready. Gial wired his office's comm panel to the communicator channel the Imperial soldiers were using...

And that's when Commander Maverick heard the first boom. "Jabba's thugs are attacking!" cried out a Stormtrooper. The commander sighed. "Press fire on the thugs!" he ordered. "Wait...wait..." an Imperial Sniper said. "Sand People are moving in from the west!" Gial knew they were losing. The cries of dying Stormtroopers began to rang out. Suddenly, as hope seemed to run out, there was loud zinging noises across the comm. And then...silence. Gial ran outside of the outpost to see what had happpened. He saw the dead corpses of Sand People and Jabba's thugs, lightsaber burn marks streaked across them. Commander Maverick began to question what could do this. He turned his head up, quickly answering his question. There, in front of him, stood a tall, muscular, red-skinned Zabrak. A lightsaber clung to his belt. "And who do I have the pleasure of meeting with?" Gial asked. The Zabrak grinned, revealing his horrid teeth. Several of them were yellow, and some were chipped or missing. "The name's Maul..." the Zabrak replied. "Darth Maul."

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Darth Vader stood tall and steady as he entered the Emperor's Chambers on the Death Star. Vader knelt down as he approached Darth Sidious. "My master," Vader stated. Palpatine stared out into space, then slowly turned his chair around as he heard his apprentice. "Rise, my apprentice," Palpatine acknowledged. Vader slowly stood to face his master. "My master, don't you think it was a foolish idea t---" Palpatine motioned for the Dark Lord to silence himself, then cut off his apprentice. "To make Maul an Imperial Assassin? Hardly," he countered. "Maul and his pathetic brother may have tried to destroy me. But I captured Maul and destroyed his brother. After several months of work, I've finally suceeded in breaking Maul enough to serve me again. He will never forget the pain he has suffered." Sidious paused for a second, then continued. "He was a useful tool in initiating the Grand Plan and helping me murder Darth Plagueis. That's why I spared him there, that very day on Mandalore. He was a useful tool, and could be again if I broke him enough. Now he is helping us achieve complete galactic dominance. Lord Vader, you need not to worry about him replacing you. Maul is merely a tool. Unless, he proves to be more useful than you." Vader bowed before Sidious. "As you wish, my master," he replied, proceeding to exit from the room. The truth was, however, that under that dark, cold helmet, Vader's fury was boiling up. And he knew he had to find a way to destroy Maul.

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