1 Intro

5 BBY, Coruscant

In Coruscant, it was a calm rainy day in the bustling city. It was quiet, way too quiet. The days of the Republic were over and the city stood still as it recovered from the change. Change from Republic to Empire. The Jedi Temple was now an empty scene, only used for traps for surviving Jedi to show up and literally be slaughtered there.

At a nearby apartment window, Jon gazed at the cold building and ignited his master's crimson lightsabre. A dangerous weapon. On his left hand was a blossom bread bought from Naboo. He inched the sabre close to the dough and it rose as the heat cooked it. The golden fuzzy dough emitted a strong ripe smell that pleased Jon to the point where he even forgot why he was on Padraw's quarters.

He turned his neck towards the door to see it open widely into the darkness. Yet with an unprecedented force, he walked into his master's quarters ready to flip him off and express that the Sith would no longer be apart of him. He stepped into the darkness and put back his sabre. The heel of his boot struck the marble floor that echoed through the walls rapidly.

Jon had been a Sith for quite a while since his childhood actually. He didn't love every bit of it since he'd join because he had to abandon all he knew to this stranger. He gave up his abusive family, his ex-lover and his own brother Erne to join this Dark Lord. To him, it felt stupid, almost mind-boggling, heart-wrenching and really sad. He had enough! So he kneeled to acknowledge the master who sat meditating.

"What is it, apprentice?" Padraw asked Jon in a cold voice, he felt Jon's presence annoying at the time. "Let it be quick!"

"Y-yes master!" Jon stuttered in fear thinking of his next words carefully. "Well you see, umm...my brother wanted me to visit him. So I might have to go to Lothal in a few days" he smiled to hope for his approval.

"No." he simply muttered.

"Was that a yes or no?"

"NO!" the master growled. "That. was. A No!"

"Well, I would love to know as to why I can't," Jon stood to defy the answer. "This place sickens me each and every day! It caves in on people. I don't even know how you've managed to stay here for a long time!" he mocked the master.

"Listen, apprentice. Why did the tip-yip cross the road?" he tried to change the subject to bring back his friendship with Jon. With this joke, Jon would reminisce of the times he actually got his master cracking a few ribs. Jon would remember how he would never let the depression get to his core, he only remembered of the ones close to him and the inside jokes they ripped out like little farts.

"Well if you can let me go, I will go myself." Jon challenged.

"To where apprentice? Where?" Padraw laughed. "You're of nothing now, you belong to me!"

"I never remember anything about me being property." Jon scolded Padraw for his offensive comment.

"What do you remember?" he started and he stood up to scold his apprentice on more. "I know you remember me rescuing you from those evil mercenaries. Those who killed your parents."

"You kidnapped me!" Jon retaliated.

"I saved you!" Padraw smiled arrogantly.

"You took everything from me, killed my only hope! I actually loved them, a lot more than you can even think!"

"I killed your hope because I saw your potential! You can become one of the greatest Sith Lord you'd ever dream of!" he stated as he took back his sabre with the force and join it with his other sabre. Creating a staffed sabre. "If you really wanted all this...power! This is not something you would've told me!"

"Wow!" Jon sighed then left the quarters in anger to plan his next move. He ran across the marble hall to see pictures of the two and their past.

"Where are you going?" Padraw asked while cracking up. Jon tore all memories of him and now regarded him more of a monster than a master. With quick strides, he leapt into his quarters and flew to dive into his bed in anger.

We woke up, rushed to the refresher. He saw himself through the mirror, gave out a growl that cracked the screen of the mirror to his surprise. In a though he then began packing essentials to prepare for the journey. Padraw sensed his apprentice concluding to leave the order and abandon the dark side as a whole.

He walked out in haste and as he locked his room, he turned to see his calm master watching his every move. With his glaring eyes, he communicated to Jon that 'he shouldn't try anything funny'. Jon shrugged the moment and ran downstairs to the elevator close to it. As the elevator crept downwards, several troopers who were stationed at the building took an opposite elevator to catch up to the runaway.

3. . .2. . .1. . .the elevator read then sounded a loud ding, so did the other one. It uttered "Ground Level!"

Jon exited and gazed across the hall and saw the troopers barge in from the other side to gun the runner down. He took cover and as they approached he began utilizing his Sith training and took the men out in hand combat. He was most proficient in hand combat since he was garbage in any other Sith training usually failing in Padraw's expectation.

As Padraw watched the cameras in the hall he felt an unexpected emotion and began launching more troopers to his locations. The crowd stampeded the rumbling halls, and as Jon caught on he decided to knock the troopers as he left. Often taking some of the blasters and stunning a whole group of them.

He scanned the halls around him for a way out. Straight ahead was the door to freedom. As he ran towards it. Two of Padraw's most trusted troopers clashed Jon right at the door and clotheslined him, hard. Almost tearing him in half, he fell on the floor with a big thud and gave out a grunt of pain. Padraw then walked up to him and looked below at the hurting apprentice in disappointment.

"Ahh, apprentice! You never learn!" he scoffed heavily.

"Well I learned one thing from you master!" he stated. He gestured his hand as his force essence got a hold of a blaster. "It's that you never watch your back!" he smiled back and as Padraw looked around the room, he gazed upon two blasters pointing at their direction and before they moved the stun fired and they all fell unconscious while Jon ran away in a limp.

At that moment he'd never felt so free as if he'd never tasted the rain or even touched the concrete of the patio. The trickling water fell on him immediately cooling his wounds. He ran towards the port and ran around for a ship wasting no time. He wasn't an extraordinary pilot so he had to just keep going without thinking. He found an old Imperial shuttle starship and prepared to board.

"Hello there!" a commando droid, which was set in a females voice approached Jon.

"Hey, beautiful day isn't it?" Jon smiled in fear.

"It's raining!" the droid spoke unethically.

"Oh! I didn't see that, hehe."

"Might I ask where you're going?" the droid asked him as he crept closer.

"Oh an important mission in Lothal, I have to go help our soldiers there and maybe even fight with them!" he stood firm like a soldier, even saluted to keep the droid one clue away from him being a fugitive of the Sith.

"Then I will accompany you on this mission!" the droid stood ready for duty and entered the shuttle to leave the planet. Meanwhile, several troopers ran into the port and engaged on the fugitive.

"Umm so...what's your name?" Jon asked in haste.

"B3-ZX7" the droid uttered as it typed coordinates into the shuttle's computers preparing the hyperdrive for the long journey out of the core.

"Well Beethree, you gonna have to hurry up!" he hastened.

"And why is that?"

"People will die, I have an important mission remember?"

"Yes sir!" he punched the coordinates and the shuttle lifted to blast off.

As more troopers stormed into the port, they were already too late and just watched as the ship left for the atmosphere. Inside the ship, the two settled in and pushed the lever up to engage lightspeed and left the planet in a zoom!