A/N: This is Star Wars: Search for the Truth, a fanfiction concieved by and written by a small group of people at Gamefaqs. Set during the Sith Wars, several Jedi search for the truth behind Revan's journey. The wonderfull fact about this story is that it was not written by one person, but by a group of people. This is part one of a three part series. The sequel to this is finished, and the third part is still under construction. Please enjoy.

Disclaimer: I guess I need one of these...The concept of Star Wars belongs to George Lucas but the characters are ours.

Name: John Proctor
Race: Human
Age: 31
Descripton: White skin, grey eyes, black hair, about 160 pounds, 5'11''
Weapon: Sniper blaster (sorry I don’t know what one would be called), and a short bladed lightsaber
Class: Sith assassin
Force connection: Strong, uses defensive powers such as insanity but will use force push when needed

Background: John grew up on the desert planet of Tantooine. He was often picked on by older kids in his neighborhood. Because of this he quickly picked up an out of sight, out of mind technique. Jedi occasionally came to his settlement to preserve peace between them and the sand people. One Jedi took a liking to John, and even said that he showed signs of being force sensitive. But the bullies that had beaten him brought him much hatred. So the Jedi refused to even consider him to the council.

From that point on he knew that he would become a Sith and destroy the Jedi and the people that had wronged him on his home planet.

He managed to stowaway on a ship owned by someone named Davik. It was headed to Korriban to drop off a load of spice.

When he arrived at Korriban the guard to the academy refused to let him in. John killed the guard and the Sith master there let him into the academy.

John was trained in the saber form of Soresu. And was one of the few force sensitive that ever trained with a blaster. His bond with the force was strong and he was deadly with the force. Though he hardly used it to kill his enemies.

He eventually met Atton Rand, the best assassin he had ever seen. Rand reluctantly gave into Johns request to train him. Atton showed him many things, such as cloaking ones thoughts, setting traps and mines, and also poisoning a Jedi the night before you even confront them in combat. Atton eventually disappeared but was later heard of helping the republic in a battle later in the years.

He spent time on the outer rim as Revan’s apprentice for 2 years. He learned more about the force than thought imaginable. He found weapons and new way to conceal oneself and kill others. He had become very powerful.

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Name: Kato Blith

Age: 23

Race: Kel Dor

Home world: Dorin

Hair: Bald (Naturally)

Eyes: Covered By Mask

Height: 2 Meters (Average Height: 1.8 Meters)

Weight: 195 lbs

Sex: Male

Build: Skinny

Spouse (if applicable): None

Offspring (if applicable): None

Lightsaber: Plain Orange Lightsaber (His Family's Passed On Old Lightsaber)

Specialties: Force Heal, Force Push

History:

Dorin is a dark and dusty world, which Kato had to get used to over the years of his life. Kato knew that only Kel Dors could come to this planet, so he would have to set course to a different planet, for him to become a Jedi.

Perhaps Coruscant, Kato thought to himself, as he walked towards his mother.

Kato's mother knew that she would have to take Kato to a different planet. Once Kato had became age of the Jedi age requirements.

Before Kato left, his father who was now a retired Jedi had given Kato his family's ancestors passed on lightsaber. His father ignited the old lightsaber over to Kato, and said.

"The Blade of the Golden Sun" His father said, looking down at Kato.

"That’s what our family has called it down the ages" His father said, looking down at the lightsaber hilt.

"Now, go my son, carry on our family’s tradition" His father said happily.

Kato and his mothered walked over to there ship. They got inside and heard the charge of the engine, and the air compressing as the ship toke off into the air. As the ship flew through space, a ship had gone above them.

The ship opened its cargo bays, and sucked Kato's ship up into their cargo bay. The bays doors closed, and Sith came walking towards the ship. Kato was shivering with fear, afraid they might take his life from his grasp. The Sith forced the cockpit to open.

One of the Sith , grabbed Kato's mother, and ignited his lightsaber into her heart.

"NO!!! I HATE YOU!!!" Screamed out, Kato, in complete anger and rage.

"Good, let the hate run through you" Said one of the Sith with an intriguing voice.

"No...No..." Kato said, containing his anger and hate.

As soon as Kato knew it, the Sith had knocked him out, so they could put him into a containment cell.

They took Kato's lightsaber, while Kato was knockout. And any other weapons that he could use for his escape. Little did they know that Kato was force sensitive.

Kato woke up, and felt dizzy, in fact dizzier than he had ever felt. He had some bleeding cuts that made pain echo through his entire body. Then it began, his captivity and slavery had began.

Year after year, Kato had survived many grueling tasks. He had killed Sith , who dare try and kill him. He marked each Sith he had killed on his belt, the number of Sith he had killed; 27. Each scratch was true to his own, the Sith would pay for what they had done.

Kato had reached the age of 23, and he had trained himself in some of the force. Now it was the day that Kato was going to escape. He had figured out that the Sith , out his lightsaber in the armory. He would get out at night, while nobody was awake.

Kato got up, and put on any clothes that were scattered across his cell. Kato force push the cell door open, without the door making any noises. Kato quickly made his way to the armory, and had fond his lightsaber.

Kato entered the hangar, and saw a Sith knight standing. The Sith knew that Kato would sneak out, Kato thought to himself, "Hmm, no back up, he probably wants to gain credit for killing me on his own".

Kato flicked his lightsaber into the air, he swiftly caught it and ignited it. He ran quickly towards the Sith engaging in combat. Kato keep his emotions, while he aggressively attacked the Sith. The whines of the lightsabers filled the hanger with noise, the flashes of orange and red across their faces. Until Kato realized that the Sith had a flaw in his attack, Kato made haste and killed the Sith. As the Sith fell to the floor, Kato beheaded him, the head fell to the floor bouncing on contact.

Kato walked to a fighter, and toke off, and set course for Coruscant. Once Kato landed on Coruscant, he walked over to the council. He explained to the council that the Sith , had keep him as a slave and tried to make him fall to the darkside. But the Sith had failed.

The council happily accepted Kato into the Jedi Order.

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Name: Darth Bob

Home world: Naboo

Race: Human

Appearance: Looks and sounds like Darth Helmet

Age: 29

Height: 5’ 5”

Sith : Apprentice

Lightsaber: Says it red but appears pink

Darth Bob walked down the halls on Korriban, feeling ever so high and mighty, not even noticing the others laughing at him. He had been summoned to the council chambers, and felt so honored; suddenly his feet left the ground, his underpants were pulled over his head and his face hit the ground.

An hour after leaving the chamber the Sith council deliberated over what they had done. They had sent one of the most incompetent Sith on a very important mission. To brighten the mood, a Sith council head came out with, “Maybe he’ll die.”

Name: Darth Malice

Race: Twi’lek

Age: 42

Height: 5’9”

Lightsaber: Red dual blade with extension feature

Home world: Ryloth

He had joined the Jedi order a little older than they would have liked. His hatred and anger were at levels too great for the council to control. When Revan and Malik returned he was the first to join them. His hobbies include: stealing, killing, filing his teeth to sharp points, killing people with said teeth, forming crystals for his lightsaber with his teeth, killing some more, collecting bounties, killing people who annoy him, and finally killing Sith ranked above him and taking their position.

This was great. Nothing was better than killing akk dogs with your bare hands. The animal’s blood poured into his mouth as his teeth sunk into the dying flesh. But he was on this gas planet to hunt stranded Jedi. And he could never stray from the hunt. The only thing that could stop him was hunger and that why he had killed the dog.

As he cooked the raw meat with his lightsaber, turning the hilt red to match the blade, his comm. unit activated. Opening it with a scowl he looked into the faces of his superiors.

“We have a mission for you.”

“How many Jedi do I get to kill?”

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Name: Tunrkor
Race: Wookie
Age: 36
Description: 2.6 meters
Weapon: Dual, Red lightsabers
Class: Sith Master
Force connection: Amazing strong for a Wookie.

Now for the background, please comment on this background. Hope you enjoy it.

Background:

A Wookie swung on a vine of Kashyyyk, as the sky started to set from light to dark. A kinrath ran through the deep forest, with vines hanging down, making the run a whole lot harder. A Wookie swung, and threw a spear with accuracy; it flew through the air with ease.

It spear hit the kinrath with a great splatter. The blood splattered onto the trees, and it shined as the sun shone on the red substance. The Wookie roared with triumph.

The Wookie jumped down from a branch, landing beside the bloody corpse. This Wookies name is, Tunrkor, Tunrkor is a successful hunter, and a great fighter.

Tunrkor headed back to the village, and heard the slaughter and screaming of Wookies. The humming of lightsaber filled the village, with terror, and horror, as many of the group of Sith struck the Wookies down.

One of the Sith ran towards Tunrkor, Tunrkor grabbed snapped the Sith ’s arm, like a twig on a dead tree. Tunrkor toke the dead Sith’s lightsaber, and behead him. The Wookie screamed with rage and anger.

As the Sith ran towards the enraged Wookie. Tunrkor, pushed the Sith , back with his mighty strength. Tunrkor, had a natural ability with his lightsaber.

Many Sith died in the struggle to capture the rogue Wookie.

Tunrkor started to feel something grasping his neck, gasping for air. He saw a Sith Lord choking him. Before he lost his last ounce of air, the Sith Lord let him go. Tunrkor had been knocked out by the Sith who clubbed him.

"I sense the force with this Wookie" Said the Sith Lord. "Bring him with us, he shall prove quite useful...”

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Tunrkor woke up in a cold, and completely black cell, He heard the screams of people, suffering. Tunrkor roared out in anger, and frustration, which made the place fall silent.

Tunrkor punched the cell door, making dents in it, his fist soon blistered. The cell room, got colder every minute it seemed, his fur started to get frost on each strand of fur.

Tunrkor heard footsteps come close to his cell, each footstep make an echo in the hall.

"Ahh, a mighty Wookie" Said the Sith Lord. "Even force sensitive, I can sense rage and anger in you. We could teach you to use it in combat"

"Speak Wookie, I understand your uncivilized language" Said the Sith Lord.

What seemed like mumbling at first, turned into a strong voice.
"YOU KILLED MY PEOPLE!!! MY FAMILY!!! “HOW CAN I FORGIVE YOU?!?!” Shouted out Tunrkor; in complete anger.

"That’s what they all say at first" Said The Sith Lord, who now started to laugh. "If I teach you, I will let you have your revenge on the 5 Sith who killed your friends and family" Spoke the Sith Lord.

"Fine, but if you lie, I will break your arms off" Tunrkor said, threatening the Sith Lord.

"I will keep it" Said the Sith Lord.

The Sith Lord opened Tunrkor's cell, letting the Wookie free of the damp, cold cell.

Years had pasted sense Tunrkor's family and friends had been slaughtered. He had grown more anger, and rage. Hate ran threw his veins, his eyes had darkened, his fur pure black.

He was now a Sith Knight, a strong, fierce, and fearless knight. After he would kill the 5 Sith, that had killed the Wookies he had loved, he would became the rank of master. Tunrkor would kill his Sith Master for he had no use of him anymore.

Tunrkor walked into the ruins of Korriban’s tombs, and saw the 5 Sith in a group. Tunrkor ignited his two lightsabers.

Two of the Sith ran towards him, igniting their lightsabers, while running. Tunrkor easily blocked their attacks, and force pushed them into each other. As they both got up, the fire red of Tunrkors lightsaber's had gone through their feeble bodies. The bodies slumped down to the red dirt floor.

"Two down, three to go" Said Tunrkor, enjoying the Sith's pain.

Grasping his fingers together, Tunrkor was choking the one of the Sith. The Sith gasped for air, dieing by the second. The body fell to the ground, without a sign of life.

"Haha" Laughed Tunrkor. "Now for you two"

One of the Sith tried to run, a lightsaber flew into the scared Sith's body. The lightsaber deactivated in the Sith's dead, lifeless body.

Then a duel commenced between the last living Sith and Tunrkor, Tunrkor easily pushed the Sith back. A force push pushed Tunrkor on his back, the Sith towered over him and lifted his lightsaber up.

Tunrkor force pulled his lightsaber that was on the ground, and used the force to ignite it. It flew into the Sith 's body, and deactivated.

"I am coming master, I have no further use of you in my life" Tunrkor said walking over the lifeless bodies.

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Tunrkor walked threw the crowd of students. For who did not get out off his way, it come to death. The students got out of the Wookies way, scared of a most painful death, they shivered with fear. Knowing that Tunrkor was enraged.

Turnkor broke the door open to his master's room. His master turned around, when he heard the crash of the door.

"So, have you killed them" Asked the Sith Lord.

"Yes" Answered the Tunrkor.

"Good, good" Said the Sith Lord. "You are ready to become a master"

The Wookie roared, with anger.

"You foolish old man" Said Tunrkor, with anger. "I have no further use for you. Your teachings do me no good, and you’re feeble compared to me"

Tunrkor heard the hum of a lightsaber, and saw the red of his master's lightsaber.

"Well we'll see about that" Said the Sith Lord, grinning.

Two fire red blades of passion, busted out of Tunrkor's lightsabers. Tunrkor forced push the fallen door at the Sith Lord, Tunrkor saw a red blade emerge from the door, and cut through it.

"You'll have to do better than that" said the Sith Lord, laughing.

Two lightsabers met one, making a huge a barrage of noise, so it began, the true battle...

Each swing just ended up to met the others lightsaber, Tunrkor's attacks had started to push his master back. Tunrkor swung at the Sith Lord’s neck, with as much strength he could gather. The Sith Lord broke the attack, as he blocked, and pushed him back.

Tunrkor had gathered more rage as his master, block his attacks with ease.

Tunrkor ran up to his master, deactivated one lightsaber and cliping it to his belt. Tunrkor punched his master’s face, making him stumble back. The attack continued with his lightsaber, the Sith Lord started to bleed, but that toke no effect in his dueling skills. His master quickly toke balance, and parried Tunrkor’s fierce attacks.

Lightning shot out of his master's finger tip's. Tunrkor laughed, as he blocked the lightning with his lightsaber.

"Please, that will not work on me" Laughed Tunrkor.

Tunrkor choked his master, with the force. His master fell to his knees.

"See, this is how you made me feel all these years" Shouted Tunrkor. "Breathless, like I had no life. But now it is time to end this"

The Wookie let go of his master, leaving him barely alive.

Tunrkor paced back and fourth waiting for his master to regain air. The Sith Lord stood up, and took his ground ready for a full on attack.

"You could have killed me there. Yet, you hesitate" Said the Sith Lord.

"I want to see you shiver with fear, as my lightsabers met with your feeble body" Roared Tunrkor.

The battle continued on, the Sith Lord showed no signs of becoming tired. Tunrkor's fur dampened with sweat, becoming tired, because of him putting so much effort into one attack. Tunrkor then saw sweat run down his Master's face. Tunrkor saw this image go through his head until it came clear. His master would hide his weakening, to scare off his enemy.

Tunrkor laughed, as the Sith Lord, became tired. The Wookie roared his master stumbled back.

"You old man" Said Tunrkor, laughing. "Your techniques can be easily learned"

Turnkor stroke both lightsabers at his master’s one lightsaber. His master's lightsaber flew out of hand, making him available with any attack. As his master was shocked, Tunrkor impaled one of his lightsabers in his gut, and beheaded him with the other.

The head of his master, flew to the ground, this moment seemed slow in Tunrkors mind.

"It has ended, the reign of my master has ended" Said Tunrkor, with pleasure. "Yet, my life still has no meaning"

Two Sith masters rushed in and saw the Sith Lord dead. Shocked ran across their faces, for there was a new Sith Lord.

"You killed him" Said one of the Sith Masters. "You...you are the Master of this temple"

Tunrkor roared as his life flashed by in his head, until this moment in time. Tunrkor had killed the man who made him full of anger, and rage. This would be a new era of; fear, pain and suffering. The Wookie laughed as he saw his Master's dead headless body.

Tunrkor got on top of the Temple and roared with triumph. His time had come; he would bring fear into people’s eyes, more than any other Sith in this temple. Pain would strike into people, just by looking at his face.

A True Sith Lord...

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Name: Jack Starrunner

Race: Human male

Age: 25 born 1 ABY

Height: 6’2’

Lightsaber: Dual blue, and a small device he found years ago, a sonic screwdriver.

Home world: Corellia

Hair: Brown tied back

Eyes: Blue

Was a member of rogue squadron until he was discovered to be an adept with the Force. Was trained by Luke, but his duty to the new republic would take him away from his teachings. Despite the many occurrences that took him away from his training, he became powerful in the force. He lost one of his good friends in battle with the Yuzzhan Vong, Chewbaca. He wields a lightsaber passed down by his family, the other he built himself. His constant companion and friend, the

23 ABY

Jack couldn’t believe it! As the remnant Imperial Forces drug him across their Star Destroyer by his arms, he couldn’t believe his luck.

But there is no luck, only the force. He never understood that. They pulled him up some steps, applying as much force as possible that it really hurt. Claming his mind, he remembered some training. Shunting out the pain, he let the Force flow through him, healing him of the wounds they afflicted upon him. He was so absorbed in the Force he was very much surprised when his face smacked the ground.

Looking up, he peered into the face of an old admiral, probably one since the clone wars.

“You are a member of rogue squadron, yes?”

“If I am, what’s it to you?” he replied with a sarcastic edge.

“Tell me are, all Corellians this sarcastic?”

“What can I say, it’s hereditary.” He stood up and dusted him self off. “Now if that’s all, I’d like to get back to my ship.”

“No”

“You let me go back to my ship.” He said with a wave of his hand.

The old admiral smiled. “You have got to love implants. They can help so much in keeping you mind intact. Even against the Force. Take him to a holding cell.”

Sensing a fist coming to the back of his head, Jack sidestepped and with a fluid movement, pulled out his lightsaber and removed his attacker’s hand, Force stunned everybody in the room and ran out the door.

Reaching the hanger bay, he noticed two things, one his X-Wing was still intact and two, they stole his droid. One good turn deserves another. Jack ran to a black R-3 droid that was deactivated. Popping off the imperial restraining bolt with his sonic screwdriver and placing one of his own, he activated the droid and it followed him to his ship.

Landing back on Yavin, some of the younger students crowded around him. They were always happy to hear news of the outside and Jack was always happy to give it to them, but this time he had a priority. Spotting Anakin, he walked over to him with his new droid in tow.

“What’s new?” teen asked him, sensing Jack.

He looks so much like his father. “I have a new droid. Want to check it out?”

26 ABY

“Shocker, lay in the course. We are going to win this fight. I feel it in my bones.”

“Yes sir.” The droids vocal program replied. Anakin had done a good job deciphering and reprogramming the droid. Along with the basic components it had the ability to release electrical discharges and communicate in basic.

As the XJ class X-Wing entered hyperspace, Jack had only on thought. This battle is for Chewie.

As soon as the journey had begun, problems arose. “We appear to have flown through a wormhole.” Shocker’s calm voice announced, “I am making a navigational adjustment. We may be slightly off course when we exit hyperspace.”

“Make it so.” The calm voice was the only thing that bugged Jack. But the fact that he could understand the droid with out translators was worth it.

Once they exited hyperspace, a disc-like ship sped past them, followed by six fighter ships that Jack had never seen before. He watched as the first ship quickly dispatched of them then sped off. That looked like the Falcon.

“Shocker, where are we?”

“The closest planet appears to be Mannan, with the only city being Ahto City. Completely intact.”

“How could that be? That planet was destroyed centuries ago!”

“I do not know, but an investigation is probably the best bet on how to find out.”

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Name: Zifnab Vos
Race: Kiffar Male
Age: 31
Description: Black dreadlocks, blue runes scattered across face.
Weapon: One, dual-phase green lightsaber that with a twist of the handle, doubles in length and turns silver.
Class: Exiled Jedi Master.
Force: Strong, though focuses more on his skill with the exotic blade.

Background: Born on the planet of his species, Kiffu, Zifnab Vos was taken away at a young age, not unlike most Force-sensitive children of his time. He progressed rapidly through his training, even becoming the youngest Jedi Master to be admitted onto the council.

Soon after attaining Master-hood, his love, Kira, embraced the dark side, killing any in her way. Knowing that there was still good left in her, Zifnab followed her to Kiffex, the prison-planet neighbor to his home world. There he battled her and with his skill in the art of persuasion, managed to coax her back to the Light. She was brought before the Jedi Council, who forgave her without punishment.

Within months, Kira had embraced the dark side once again. Zifnab was hurt and betrayed by the council, who despite his love for her, wished that they had punished her for her actions.

He had found console with his friend, Tara, and promised to return to her one day.

Zifnab Vos exiled himself and disappeared from the eyes of almost all, vowing to bring justice.

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Name: Tara Lynn
Race: Female Twi’lek
Age: 29
Description: 5’8, normal weight. Blue skin with yellowish marks. A very talkative young girl, who easily makes friends.
Weapon: One, singe bladed purple lightsaber.
Class: Jedi Master
Force: Average, concentrates more on the lightsaber.

Background

Tara Lynn was born on Ryloth, the harsh planet of the Twi’lek. Tara’s parents, Yavaki and Numara Lynn, were of the wealthy sort, thanks to their slave-trading business. Tara’s Force sensitiveness was noticed when she was very young, but her parents didn’t lift a finger to tell the Jedi about it.

As the very talkative young girl Tara was (an unusual trait for the Twi’lek, since they’re known for being of the quiet type), she had many friends. People found it easy to be in her company, since she took care of the talking, but did also let everybody say what they had on their mind.

For 11 years, Tara lived a happy life on Ryloth, until one day, everything changed. Tara’s whole life was flipped upside down, when she witnessed her best friend, Nima Securi, die by Tara’s own father’s hand. Yavaki had plans of selling Nima as a slave to a rich, enormously fat Hutt. But Nima had other plans for her life, and tried to escape the life as a slave. When Yavaki saw this, he fired what he belied was a stunning shot in Nima’s back. But what Yavaki had not noticed, was that his pistol was set on lethal, and his shot killed Nima. When Tara saw this, she was filled with rage impossible to control. She jumped on her father, in an attempt to stab him to death, but she failed, as Yavaki was both bigger and more experienced than Tara. Her father tried to explain what had happened, but Tara refused to listen, and Yavakin was forced to tie Tara up, so that she would not have harmed herself and others. For months, Yavaki and Numara tried to make Tara calm down, but without any success. At last they gave up, and decided to sell Tara as a dancer to a slave-trader named Ukar Vak.

Tara’s slavery did not last for long. Ukar Vak mysteriously disappeared when the ship had landed on Nar Shaddaa, and all members of his crew were found poisoned in the ship. Tara had escaped with all the money she could take with her.

Tara lived on Nar Shaddaa for three years, until luck stroke her for the first time in years. An old Jedi Master named Hekkai Ten was investigating a crime on Nar Shaddaa, when he one day sensed a strong presence in the Force. He found Tara, and saw great potential to become a Jedi in her, but he also sensed the rage and distrust in her, and felt unsure what to do. For weeks, Hekkai followed Tara, and became fascinated over her amazing survival skills. One day he then saw Tara help a little Gizka with a missing leg, who’d escaped from one of the ships, and it was in that moment Hekkai saw that there still was hope to save Tara. Hekkai persuaded Tara to follow him to the Jedi Enclave on Dantooine, and there he started her training.

Tara still bared many scars from her chocking experience on Ryloth, but as time went by, many of her wounds were healed. As she got new friends, her old nature started showing itself once more. After 10 years of both physical and mental training, Tara was finally granted the status of a Jedi Knight. She left the enclave and traveled the galaxy for a few years, and gained both experience and new friends.

Not long after her 27th birthday, Tara finally felt ready to confront her parents, who’d caused her so much pain. She traveled to Ryloth, where she found her father, who told her that her mother was already dead. He apologized for everything he had done, and Tara was finally able to forgive him, but she broke all connections with him and said that there was nothing else to say. Feeling a little sad, but still at peace, Tara went to Dantooine. There she was granted the title of a Jedi Master, after showing that she could let her anger and rage go.

Tara now once again travels the galaxy, hunting down slave-traders. She also tries to turn the Dark Jedi to the light again, but if she does not succeed, she kills them.

Name: Kira Unknown Family Name; Darth Rayna
Race: Human Female
Age: 32
Description: Red hair, Flexible, Green eyes.
Weapon: One curved, violet -Much like violent- lightsaber.
Class: Fallen Jedi Knight; Dark Jedi.
Force: Rarely uses Force, trusting her ability in stealth and dueling.

Background: Born to unknown parents, on an unknown world, it was love at first sight for Zifnab and herself at the Academy. Driven by passion, Kira soon fell to the dark side, under the sway of Revan. She met and trained under the Dark Lord Malice, who is, ironically, the brother of Zifnab's other love, Tara.

Zifnab followed Darth Rayna to the prison-world of Kiffex, where he defeated her and brought the falled Jedi back to the council. The Jedi coucil did not punish her, but forgave her. Kira saw their weakness and escaped, again assuming the title of Darth Rayna.

Name: Aranel
Race: Miraluka
Class: Warrior
Weapon: A special vibrosword. Where he got it is unknown

Background: Aranel is a lone warrior who roams the universe, killing Sith whenever he encounters them. Due to some events in the past, he now hates the Sith and will kill them whenever he gets the chance. In battle he is a lethal foe, using his high speed and agility to quickly overpower his enemies. He draws his strength from the Force, though he has no idea he is Force sensitive.