(From slave to Sith.)

Chapter one:

Twelve year old Cale Lestin swung his stick around in the air, pretending he was a Sith warrior on the battlefield against the hated Jedi. He adored the Sith, despite their current condition. Cale! Sari called. Time to work! Cale sighed and nodded.

Coming mother. He called back. Ever since his parents became workers for the Sith Empire, the whole family had been forced to work. He didn't realize at the time that what he was in was slavery. His father, Cordo was a strong, valiant man who did everything he could for his family. Unfortunately he had gotten ill from the fumes and dust, so he took work carving markings into the walls. Cale and his mother did the dirty work, expanding the corridors and moving boulder's. Cale was raised doing this, so he had become very strong very in early in life. He put on his sand gear and picked up his vibroaxe. Day in, day out, chipping away at the rock to build corridors for the Sith Lord in charge, Darth Rankin. For some odd reason, he always felt a burst of strength whenever the Sith was near him. The old pure blood was a terror to see, but it wasn't fear. Cale suddenly heard screaming, then a blaster flurry burst down the corridor. Cale clung to the wall, his knuckles red from the rock. He saw two figures crumpled on the ground, a man and a woman, his parents. Grief and rage poured through him. He looked up at the three nearby Stormtrooper's and growled. Why did you kill them? He demanded.

They were my parents. The Stormtrooper's grabbed their throats as invisible hands of darkness choked the life out of them. Then lightning shot out into two of them through the chest, blasting huge holes into them. He picked up his axe and decapitated the third. He dropped the two and fell to his knees, his power drained. He felt some power, and looked up to see Darth Rankin. He extended his hand to the boy. Come with me, child. You shall be trained among the Sith as my student. Said Darth Rankin. Cale nodded and bowed his head, and kneeled before the Darth.

As you say, Master. Replied Cale Lestin.