- "For the Empire!"
- ―Motto of Clan Scholae Palatinae
Adept Xen’Mordin Palpatine is the current sitting Consul of Clan Scholae Palatinae, and reigning Emperor of the Cocytus system. Born as Kilan Khzon, he was trained in secret to become a Jedi. After falling from the light, and losing his beloved, he stripped himself of his identity and his connection to the Force. He became Xen’Mordin Vismorsus, a broken husk of a man that that would become so much more than he could ever of expected.
Xen’Mordin would go on to have his connection to the force restored in an ancient Sith Temple through an agonized and intense interaction with a dark side Force nexus. This restoration gave him a renewed focus in life, that would ultimately lead him to the Dark Brotherhood, and the Cocytus System, home of Clan Scholae Palatinae, where he would eventually be named as keeper of the Legacy of Palpatine.
Character History
Early Life (0 ABY - 5 ABY)
- "This is an opportunity to let our son make the galaxy a safer, better place."
- ―Dalinar to Zaerys
In these early years, found amid the great upheaval of rebellion against the Galactic Empire, a surprising amount of peace was found for the upper-middle class Khzon family. Yet even from an early age Kilan demonstrated obvious force sensitivity, placing his parents on a alert in the heart of the capitol of the Empire. But it was not the Empire that came knocking on their door, and that door, once opened, placed Kilan on the path to becoming Xen’Mordin.
Kilan’s homeworld of Coruscant
The Birth (0 ABY)
Weeks following the hushed and rumored news of the destruction of the Death Star, the Khzon family celebrated the birth of Kilan. Living in the very heart of the Empire, Coruscant, the Khzons had experienced little issues under Imperial rule. While far from being loyal Imperialists, the gossip of the Rebellion’s success against the Empire just weeks earlier went largely ignored by the family.
Dalinar Khzon, Kilan’s father, was the eldest son in a long family dynasty of merchants. Over the years the family trade had evolved from raw manufacturing materials to luxury living trade items, and on the capital planet, many were seeking to prove their high social standing. Dalinar himself was a tall and stocky man, with a quick tongue and a hearty laugh.
Zaerys Khzon, Kilan’s mother, came from a family of a different kind of merchant, ones who sold reprieve from life's issues. Owning nightclubs, casinos, and dance halls scattered from the core to the rim, Zaerys’ family was even more known than Dalinar’s. A fiery and dominating personality had cooled from her partying days as she had her family grow.
At the time of Kilan’s birth, the Khzons already had three children. They had two boys, Kiith, age ten, and Clertan, age seven. Their daughter, Sairia, was age four. Kiith, even at 10, was showing signs that he would grow to be a strong and large man, loud and boisterous. Clertan however, was small for his age, quiet and reserved. Sairia was the mirror image of her mother, strong independent streak already showing.
While the family didn’t know how Kilan would change the dynamics of the household, one thing was certain, the Rebellion and Empire were a problem for someone else. Now was time for joyful family bonding.
Gifted (2 ABY - 5 ABY)
The family remained on Coruscant, though both Dalinar’s and Zaerys’ positions led to frequent travel across the galaxy. Over the first few years of Kilan’s life, he had the opportunity to play in the waters of Naboo, get lost in one of the many starship factories of Corellia after wandering off from his parents, and run through the jungles of Felucia with his siblings.
While these events would remain whispers of memories later in life, the strongest of these memories came from instances of clear force sensitivity from the toddler. For the first few years of Kilan’s life, his parents brushed off some of the strange occurrences as happenstance. All of their children has shown signs of weak force connection. But as Kilan continued to demonstrate a stronger connection, the more they worried.
They had money, but not even that would stop the wheel of the Empire from attempting to get its hands on a young force sensitive. Luckily, the Empire had turned its focus toward another, and the family’s frequent galactic wide ventures prevented any official from noticing too much about their youngest child.
However, both parents also remembered their own youth, before the days of the Empire, and the stories of the Jedi.
Tyler Reynolds - The Jedi (5 ABY)
The grizzled Jedi survivor, Tyler Reynolds
The Emperor was dead, and the Empire was already beginning to fragment. While the Imperials of Coruscant had cracked down hard upon those who celebrated the Rebellion’s victory at Endor, the Khzons couldn’t help but feel relief that their children’s lives were to be free of the yolk of the Empire. Thoughts of hiding Kilan’s abilities hidden were less frantic, and urgent.
But Kilan’s abilities had been noticed, just not by the Imperials. Tyler Reynolds, former Jedi Knight and survivor of the Emperor’s Order 66, had sensed the five-year old’s natural force connection. The years had not been kind to the Jedi, who’s paranoia had set in keeping him alive through the brutal crackdown of the Empire against the Jedi. Weathered and gray, it was only over the last year had he begun to feel truly alive again.
Even on in the core, stories of Luke, the last Jedi was known. Tyler, not trusting Luke, as the son of the man who had killed so many he knew and treated like family, was not about to let any force sensitives be taken to train under the new self-called Jedi. Tyler would see his own return of the Jedi, one founded squarely from what remained before the extinction of the order.
Tyler brought with him a young girl, same age as Kilan, named Kara. Dalinar and Zaerys would have shut the door in Tyler’s face had they not seen the wide eyed girl peering from behind the Jedi’s leg. The discussion became a family wide matter, Dalinar and Zaerys uncertain, Kiith bitterly angry and demanding to be taken as well, Clertan fearful given the history of the Jedi, and Sairia not wishing to see her little brother leave.
In the end, Dalinar and Zaerys agreed to let Kilan go with the Jedi, believing the return of the Jedi would bring good back into a galaxy so broken from the rule of the Empire. While the family said their tearful farewells to the young and confused Kilan, Kiith stormed out, stories of the power and glory of the Jedi fueling his envy of his young brother.
Trials of a Jedi (5 ABY - 17 ABY)
- "The future of the New Jedi Order begins with you two."
- ―Tyler Reynolds
Tyler Reynolds proved to be a tough and rough individual to be mentored by. His years of proper training as a Jedi, coupled with his years of survival following the Jedi Order’s fall, would prove invaluable knowledge to the growing Kilan. But it was in the arms of Kara, Kilan found solace as he became a capable Jedi in his own right. And it was her death that destroyed him.
Jedi Younglings (6 ABY - 9 ABY)
At the time Kilan left his family, he was unaware of just what was happening to him. Gone was the comfort of wealth, and the support of family. For weeks he would cry himself to sleep as Tyler moved from hovel to hovel in the rotting slums of Coruscant. Kara, who’s time with Tyler already had killed and hope she had of returning home, was the one who sympathized with Kilan.
Tyler was relentless in his passion to shape the duo into the ultimate Jedi. They would wake at dawn, meditate, study, train. Concepts of play, rest, childhood had been wiped from his memory. In his youth as a Jedi Knight, Tyler has laughed easy, and knew balance of work and joy. But there would be no joy as a hunted man.
The skills he learned from years of solitude he passed onto his two young students. Their joys would come in the form of games they made themselves, the few words of praise of a job well done, and satisfaction of mastery of a topic.
Topics included the expected force study, lightsaber and martial art styles, history of the Jedi, philosophy, alien cultures and languages. However Tyler was insistent on branching out to cover further topics, he believed would be necessary to survive. These lessons quickly branched out from conceptual to practical, where Kilan and Kara would be abandoned in the wilderness, or heart of a city.
The Tranquil World of Naboo
The First Trial (10 ABY)
Near the middle of 10 ABY, Kilan and Kara face what was the first of their long journey through the trials needed for Tyler to recognize them as Jedi Knights, and to be sent to continue to build his new Jedi Order.
Tyler took the pair to the grain fields of Naboo, not to learn of farming, but to look into the stories of a corrupt local authority in the peaceful fields near the equator. Prazna Tuk, a former Imperial loyalist, had sunk his teeth into the countryside, pushing the locals to near slave labor conditions.
With a three-year drought not showing any sign of letting up, grain levels were low, and Tuk’s taxation demanding more and more grain, the locals were having a hard time producing enough to sell to support their families.
What Tyler had not been expecting however, were the many police forces happily given credit bonuses by Prazna. They had been in the area for all of a day and a half when Tyler was arrested. Outsiders were mistrusted, especially this far in the remote countryside of the planet.
Luckily Kilan and Kara were overlooked simple due to their age. While Tyler attempted to escape from his holding cell, Kilan and Kara went to work. Dismissed by the adults of the area, they did what none of locals, or even Tyler could do, draw Prazna out into the open. Together they worked in tandem, distract guards, access safehouses. Between the two of them they wreaked havoc with childish and immature pranks and sabotage in only the way children could dream up. This culminated when they released a hot steaming pile of shaak droppings in the face of Tuk’s newest mistress as she arrived at Tuk’s residence.
Their childish and immature methods of sabotage didn’t take long to seep under the skin of Prazna, who after three days of non-stop hindrances to his men, decided to take direct action. He backed by his most loyal, and brutish, followers went to the town center. By this time, news of the continued pranks had spread all round the populace. A massive crowd had gather partly out of curiosity, partly because Tuk had stated anyone not in attendance would be hunted and flogged as co-conspirators.
The whole time Tuk and his men were distracted by the pranks, Tyler was able to escape his holding cell. As Tuk arrived in the town center to a group of angry and riled up civilians. For over 30 minutes Tyler had stood there convincing them to stand up for themselves. He had not anticipated to be so successful in convincing them however, and with Prazna’s appearance the crowd flew into a frenzy.
Prazna’s men turned and ran on the spot. Prazna himself was not so lucky, captured quickly by the mob. With the locals screaming for his head, and nearly getting, it was Kilan who stepped between the horribly wronged civilians and the corrupt Tuk. The simple action of placing himself between the people and the bringer of their pain pushed the crowd instantly into silence. Kilan may have despised Prazna’s actions, but he would protect him, because it was the right thing to do.
The Second Trial (12 ABY)
Kashyyyk - Home of the Wookiees
The second trial Kilan would face occurred early in the in the year of 12 ABY. Tyler had begun a more rigorous training schedule, and Kilan and Kara were delving deep into combat and tactics in addition to the rest of their studies. Nights were long, mornings came early, and the stress placed on the pair began to take its toll.
Ignoring the physical and mental wounds of his wards, and took them to the forest planet of Kashyyyk home of the mighty, but often enslaved Wookiees. Neither Kilan nor Kara spoke a word of Shyriiwook, but Tyler wished to teach them both about being strong honorable warriors, and how it is possible to learn even without the ability to communicate.
The first few days were rather enjoyable for the pre-teens. The Wookiees were exceptionally welcoming of Kilan and Kara, and tolerated Tyler, based purely on the sacrifices previous Jedi had made on their behalf. But even the care of the Wookiees did little to stymie the wear and tear the two were feeling.
A week after arriving on the planet, Kilan was traversing the forest floor with a Wookiee warrior, Nagkazza (Heroic Spirit). The warrior had taken an immediate liking to the young boy, and had been showing him how to track. From shade of the tall trees they were attacked. Kilan, sensing moments before the bulking beast lunged forward, managed to shove the much larger Nagkazza out of the way. The beast’s mouth snapped shut in the space Nagkazza had been occupying just an instant before, already eyeing the much smaller prey that was Kilan, the monster turned abruptly, tail lashing out, striking the pair away from each other. Nagkazza slammed into a tree, head first, where he fell unconscious. Kilan landed in a bush, several ribs cracked. Before he could react the beast was upon him.
Kilan drifted in and out of consciousness as he was dragged along the forest floor. Sharp fangs gripped his right leg tightly, and sent a powerful toxin through his bloodstream. He came to again as he heard a screech, and felt the grip on his leg stop. Blurred shadows of the beast that had been dragging him, and something even larger danced before his eyes. He fell back unconscious. Chased off by the larger predator, Kilan was left alone and completely defenseless on the dark forest floor.
In his poisoned and injured state, he began to have visions. Whispers in his ears spoken by dark faces he felt were so familiar, Kara’s lifeless eyes frozen, in their reflection the silhouette of a laughing man, an exploding ball of fire that took the shape of a bird, a vacant throne. When aware of where he was, he was torn between wanting to silent, as not to attract other predators, and noisy so that he could be found. He was removed from awareness of time, each breath agonizing, each scream of pain sure to bring his final demise.
When Nagkazza and Kilan didn’t return to the Wookiee village at dusk, Tyler and the Wookiee’s knew something had happened. They found Nagkazza with relative ease, the warrior was finally coming to back to consciousness. While still disoriented the Wookiee insisted on remaining to find Kilan.
It was nearing dawn by the time they finally found him, leg bleeding and motionless. He stirred slightly and they noticed he had found a large stick in his delirium. Corpses of several small animals surrounded him.
It took 5 days for Kilan’s fever to break, visions and nightmares haunting him all the while. Even once the venom was flushed from his body, it took weeks for his other physical wounds to heal. Tyler lauded him as a hero, for acting on instinct and saving Nagkazza’s life.
The Great Starship making world of Corellia
The Third Trial (14 ABY)
It was on Corellia that Kilan began to comprehend just why Tyler was so distrusting. Not just from the extinction of the Jedi following the Clone Wars, but of life’s darker natures.
Tyler had been bringing Kilan and Kara to Corellia off and on since he had first took them under his wing. Both had high suspicion that the planet, was in fact Tyler’s homeworld. It was here Tyler had taken the injured Kilan following the events on Kashyyyk, and it was here they returned in 14 ABY. For six months they stayed on the planet. The bulk of the time was spent at the estate of their host, and up inside the guts of the ships that were being built on the planet.
Their hosts, the Bertoths, were a family dynasty of engineering masters. Steffen, the patriarch of the family had learned his skills from his father, and his father before him. Over the course of these six months, Steffen would impart some of this generational knowledge to Kilan. Steffan’s wife, Yllara, was an elegant and sophisticated woman who shared the finer points of high society with Kilan and Kara, knowledge Tyler never had, nor cared, to impart himself.
But most importantly, there was Calu, the Bertoths’ only son and heir. The 19-year old quickly fell into the role of “elder brother” for Kilan, which in part was due to his memories of his own brothers. Calu was quickly accepting of the young Kilan. For the first time in along time, Kilan was able to forget the strict rigor of his training. Calu taught Kilan how to pilot a ship, how to sneak out of the estate without being noticed, how to get a hold of alcohol, and the like.
Kilan in wishing to impress his cool older brother, began to show off some of his force abilities, much to the latter's amazement. Spurred on by the endless possibilities the force present, Calu pushed Kilan even further into his rebellious stage of life.
Six months in however, that all changed. Taking Kilan across continent under the the disguise of another wild adventure with the other upper class socialites they had embarked on a dozen times before. However, it was not the sandy beaches of the coast Calu took Kilan. It was to remnants of the Galactic Empire, hidden in plain sight, high in a skyscraper. Calu sold Kilan’s force abilities out for a hefty sum of credits. Kilan was a mixture of fear, rage, shock, and confused.
But the Imperials had no desire to give away their money. They blasted Calu right in the heart, killing him instantly. While Calu fell to the floor, Kilan knew he would face a similar fate, or worse at the hands of the Imperials. With nothing else to lose, he let himself be taken over by the forces promptings and ran.
As fast as he possibly could run, he threw his shoulder out in front of him, striking one of the top floor windows, which shatters. Amid a cascade of broken window glass he fell from the tower, only to land with a thud on the top of a passing by transport. Clutching for dear life, he whizzed away from the tower, and the danger within. The transport realizing there was someone on top of it, sped toward a landing pad, where Kilan was off and into the crowds of the planet before they could get a look at him.
He was able to get a hold of Tyler, who came and retrieved him at once. The trip back to the Bertoths’ estate was filled with a silence of three parts. There was the silent but firmly noted disappointment stemming from Tyler over Kilan letting his guard down. Then there was the silence of the conversation to come with the Bertoths’, whose only son had just been murdered. Finally there was the silence of Xen’s own outstand guilt over allowing this to happen.
Kilan was not present when Tyler broke the news of Calu’s death. He had been sent to quickly gather his things, and to instruct Kara to do the same. He heard Yllara’s scream from the other side of the estate. It was a very long time before he would say anything, let alone look Tyler in the eyes.
The Fourth Trial (16 ABY)
It was on Coruscant, Kilan’s homeworld, that would see Kilan’s first real exposure to the power and seductive properties of the Dark side of the Force.
After over a decade of relying on each other, it was impossible for Kilan and Kara to not develop a romantic connection. Tyler, through willful ignorance, chose to overlook the increasingly obvious interest the two had in each other. Deep down he knew trying to force them apart would only push them closer together, and in the process would lose him the decade of time he invested in training them.
It had been years since the trio had ventured back to the planet sized city. For all its shiny towers and high sophistication, Coruscant had its dark corners just as any other planet. In the crowded slummy streets far below the rising towers of the planet, Kara ended separated from Kilan and Tyler. It wasn’t uncommon for one of them to become wander off, but after several minutes of not being able to locate her, Kilan and Tyler grew worried. They knew the kind of men who lived in this part of the city all too well.
Kilan tried to remain calm, and focus his mind to find Kara, but as the minutes ticked by the harder that became. Just when he thought he couldn’t handle it any longer, they rounded a corner. The dark side-alley attracted no attention from those passing along the main street. Even among the smell of piss and shit and garbage, Kilan was able to pick up the fruity undertones of Kara’s shampoo.
And then he saw her.
She had been drugged, needle still stuck in her neck. Like a rag doll her limbs flopped about as the small gang of three men pawed and grabbed and ripped at her clothing. For the first time in his life Kilan experienced true anger. The rage crashed over him like a giant wave and before anyone noticed he had been standing there, he was already lunging forward toward the three men.
A blur of fast striking limbs he took down two of the men with quick and surgical precision. The center man, clearly the leader of the trio, managed to turn and put his arms up before Kilan could strike. Surrendering to the rage Kilan wasn’t even aware of how he was moving, primal instinct taking over. The third man didn’t last long. Even after he fell, Kilan punched again and again. Blood, flesh, teeth, spit flew as he landed blow after blow on the man’s face. Then he stopped. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Kara stir slightly. He lowered his fists and grabbed a small bacta pack from his pocket, spraying the salve on the man’s face.
Tyler came running up, and put a sympathetic hand on Kilan’s shoulder. He had seen the whole thing. Such an event was inevitable for a force sensitive. Sooner or later the Dark side always came knocking.
The Final Trial (16 ABY)
A Mighty Nexu
The final trail Kilan would undertake took place on Cholganna. High above the planet’s surface they made their approach in a rickety old ship. As they broke the atmosphere, the engine blew. The bits that survived the explosion fell away from the rest of the shuttle. With only seconds to act, the trio jumped into their respective escape pods and ejected.
Kilan awoke to a pod hanging by its emergency shoot in one of the many trees of the forest. It rocked slightly in the wind. He carefully opened the door to the pod, and was relieved to see he was only feet from the forest floor. He gathered what few supplies there were in the pod, and jumped gingerly out.
It was dusk, and the dangerous forest planet was home to all manner of vicious predators. None more-so than the Nexu. He had seen one swipe a man’s head off in the fighting pits of Skurrada IV when he was 12.
Alone, armed with his lightsaber, a glowrod, and his wits, he pulled the escape pod down to the ground, and used it as a shelter for the night. His attempts to use the pod’s communicator failed him, parts having been stripped out of it years ago. Kara’s and Tyler’s pods had launched in a similar direction as his own, so while he lay there thinking, he tried to sense them through the force. North-East was the most detail he could pick up. Dawn came slowly after an unrestful attempt at sleeping. Kilan had heard the distinct sound of claws scratching down the metal exterior of the pod.
Kilan examined the muddy footprints around the pod once he finally came out. There were at least three distinct sets of nexu foot prints. Out of options Kilan took off into the trees. Alert as he could be, every snapping twig and crunching leaf sent him on edge. Even with a lightsaber a pack of nexu could easily rip him apart.
Twice he saw the slinking shadows far in the trees. The third time he was alerted by a roar and the searing pain from a clawed foot ripping through his back. Lightsaber activated, he turned and struck down the beast, as he did so, another paw came and slashed his back, which he returned in kind. The third nexu, smelling the seared flesh of its packmates, turned and ran. Bleeding profusely, and barely able to stand, Kilan broke into a run, mind locked on the force signature of his master and his beloved Kara.
He stumbled from the trees into a clearing and right into the arms of Kara. Tyler had already found her, and they had been heading South-West to find him. Activating a functional emergency beacon, they set to stitching Kilan’s back while waiting for rescue.
The Smugglers’ Moon - Nar Shaddaa
The Alleys of Nar Shaddaa (17 ABY)
Kilan and Kara knew they would have to eventually find students of their own. Tyler had stressed their importance in rebuilding what he saw as the correct and true Jedi Order. For months they had traveled from planet to planet, never lingering in any one place, helping where they could, but trying not to draw attention either. They existed in limbo without the guiding hand of Tyler to push them in the correct direction. The only consolation to this fact, was they no longer felt the guilt that accompanied their love for each other.
It was in this state of limbo, they found themselves on Nar Shaddaa. The smuggler’s moon had always been home to the wretched and vile, but it was also home to those who had no way out. Several rival Hutt Families had broken out into a turf war. Kilan and Kara arrived to help with the wounded, provide supplies and food, and help shelter the innocents as best they could. But the longer they stayed, the more attention they received. They decided for their own safety to leave the moon behind.
A dark and powerful storm was cutting through the smoggy haze of the moon as they attempted to make their way to the spaceport. The usually bustling outer walkway was nearly abandoned from the rain. They moved quickly, both feeling through the force that something was wrong. Believing it was just the storm, and the dour nature that was the smugglers’ moon, they shrugged it off. At a particularly strong burst of wind, Kilan felt something shove against his chest sending him flying down the long walkway with an unnatural power.
As Kilan got to his feet, a cloaked and hooded figure approached Kara. In a flash of lightning the figure activated a red lightsaber, and lashed out at Kara, driving the blade straight through her chest, vaporizing her heart. Kilan stumbled to his feet as the time slowed. Kara was falling, steam rising from the gaping hole in her chest.
The hooded figure jumped off the walkway as Kilan broke into a run. Out of the corner of his eye he saw an open top speeder fly away. He fell to his knees and slid the last few feet to Kara’s side. Kilan screamed until his throat went too raw to make any more noise, and then screamed some more. Cradling her head in his lap his mind fell into an abyss of pain and rage.
Vismorsus Rising (17 ABY - 19 ABY)
- "I have been pushing you toward this moment your whole life."
- ―Mikal Yathik
Taking extreme measures for his shattered soul, Kilan would reject the Force and all he knew. Becoming Xen’Mordin Vismorsus he would come to learn the truth of his place in the universe and ultimately find his way to the Dark Brotherhood. But first he would have to endure new pains, and succumb to the seduction of the dark side of the Force.
The Phoenix (17 ABY)
Xen would adopt a stylized phoenix as his sigil, signifying the several rebirths he experienced in life.
Kilan wandered aimlessly for days. He would ensured Kara’s body was sent back to her family, unable or willing to accompany it to tell him in person. His mind and will broken by the death of the only person he ever truly could rely on. He was crippled by the weight of existence.
Kilan eventually found a seedy and grungy room to rent in one of the poorest areas of the moon. He didn’t leave it for several days. Taking his pain and sorrow to the most extreme he severed his connection to the force. He locked away all the years with Kara, the teachings of Tyler, everything that made him who he was.
The man who left that room was Kilan Khzon no more. Kilan had died on that walkway alongside Kara. Taking only his practical knowledge of things such as medicine and mechanics, a single image of Kara, and the clothing on his back he emerged Xen’Mordin Vismorsus.
It took several further days to find a way off the planet. Xen’Mordin managed to convince a desperate ship captain he was a skilled enough mechanic to handle an aging freighter, the Dauntless Traveler. The previous mechanic had struck it rich in a casino three days earlier, and the Hutt who ran it, saw the man never received his winnings. Such was the risk when dealing with the Hutts, they loved their credits. Xen left Nar Shaddaa behind, never wishing to be reminded of its existence.
The Mundane (17 ABY - 18 ABY)
The Dauntless Traveler was a smugglers’ ship first, scavenger freighter second, cargo transport third. It was an older ship, prone to mechanical issues, which kept Xen on his feet most of the time. What he didn’t know in ship mechanics he would stay up late at night studying. Within weeks his efforts no longer kept the ship in a permanent risk of explosion, and within months, he was competent enough that the crew was glad to have found him.
Those first few weeks were the hardest. His false history kept playing in his mind, and he was initially distrustful of the rest of the crew of the ship. But day by day he grew into his new life, his new identity. His photo of Kara went untouched in the bottom of the pile that was his small set of belongings.
In efforts to prove himself to the crew, in addition to his work as a mechanic, he would help cook, clean, move cargo, take extra watch duties, etc. Anything he could do to keep busy, and keep his crewmates liking him, he would do, no job was too demeaning or dangerous for him to take on. While some of the crew initially thought this was suspicious initially, Xen’s constant taking of the mucky, disgusting, and dangerous jobs left all on the crew increasingly fond of him.
The AncientSith Temple
The Nexus (18 ABY)
After a year, Xen had come accustomed to life without the Force. No one, not even Tyler Reynolds himself would have been able to point to Xen and say he was once the Jedi Kilan. More than just being Force free, he was an integral part of the crew of the Dauntless Traveler, having made massive improvements to the quality of life aboard the aging vessel, and recently made second mate.
The captain, a rather eccentric man, was found of dropping the ship into remote systems, some never known to have been explored. If there were abandoned or forgotten treasures to be found, then there was money to be made. The crew never minded though, it brought cash, and took them to exotic places. But it was the planet they arrived at shortly after Xen’s one-year anniversary on the ship that changed everything.
On uncharted planet, in a remote uncharted system, they found a Temple. Ancient and sprawling it had weather millennia in solitude, ancient rock stubbornly rejecting the growth of plants around it. Life had tried to reclaim it, and life had failed. The instant they came across it, the ship came abuzz with excitement. Ancient relics of a long dead civilization would fetch more credits than they could imagine. They knew not of its true creation. Xen, however, was the only crew member who remain quiet, eyes locked on the images of the temple. It felt familiar, almost like it was calling him home.
The crew’s demeanor changed as they ventured by foot to find the main entrance of the temple. The air was cold, and each felt an unnatural chill up their spines. The chatter turned from excitement to apprehension to refusal. As more of the crew voiced their unease of the place, they ultimately decided to turn back. They had all heard the stories of evil corrupting a place, and there was no doubt in their minds, this place was evil. Xen, burning with an intense need to venture within, waved off the call to return to the ship and ventured forward alone.
The temple entrance was open, the interior edges of the door worn far less than the exterior stone, someone had been there before, more recently that when the temple had been abandoned. Xen stepped slowly, cautiously but was undeterred.
He entered the main chamber, a massive open area with its ceiling stretching all the way to the tip of the pyramid it resided within. Rays of sunlight fell through the cracks and holes in the slowly decaying roof, illuminating a faded but intricately designed tile mosaic on the floor. Cast directly in one of the largest rays of light, on the far side of the room was an altar, something resting carefully upon it.
Xen made his way forward, has he crossed the middle of the chamber, stepping right over the center of the carefully laid tile seal on the ground, the whole planet began to shake. Lightning from a cloudless sky sparked and arced all around the temple complex. In the chamber itself, Xen was struck again and again, powerful bolts of pure dark side energy surging through him. The temple rested above a natural Force nexus, one of incredible dark side energy.
That energy surged through every cell in Xen’s body, He experienced a pain he couldn’t even fathom. As the might of the force coursed through his body, his repressed memories and training came flooding back. For what felt like an eternity he writhed on the floor wishing for the release of death. Then as suddenly as it started, it ended. As he gasped for breath, Xen was able to comprehend the true nature of the temple, and that his connection with the Force had been restored completely.
Tied Up in Strings (18 ABY)
The now restored Lightsaber found in the Sith Temple
Xen’s mind was at war with itself. At one end was the friendly and innocent ship mechanic, the other a vortex of painful memories of a life he didn’t recognize anymore. Letting his mind battle it out, he moved based on instinct and the proddings of the Force. He approached the altar that was at the far end of the chamber. He was now able to recognize what it was. An ancient lightsaber, coated in dust, sitting unused and waiting for centuries. Xen grabbed it and felt like he had just found something that had been missing his whole life, like it was made just for him.
As he stared at it, absorbing its ancient lines, and still visible stains of blood in the metal, a hooded figure stepped out of the shadows, clapping. Without turning back Xen knew this was the same man who had killed Kara the previous year.
The figure pulled back his hood, revealing a vile and twisted face, etched with scars and burns and age. He introduced himself as Mikal Yathik. He explained he had been working all of Xen’s life for this moment, for Xen to truly fall to the dark side. He was the one who had supplied Prazna with connections on Naboo. He was the one who using powerful Beast Control had sent the predator of Kashyyyk after him. He who on Corellia had suggested to Calu to turn the dangerous force sensitive in for reward.
And before Xen could attempt to attack Mikal in vengeance, another man stepped out of the shadows, a man whose face was that from a old memory. It had grown older, darker, crueler, but Xen could not deny it, it was his eldest brother Kiith, who in his rage at being rejected by Tyler Reynolds had found his own master, in Mikal Yathik. Staring coldly at Xen, and never uttering a word, Kiith activated his own lightsaber.
Xen went with the only weapon he had at hand, the ancient lightsaber. It’s red and warped blade snapped to life. With no time to reflect on his training in lightsaber combat, he was forced to defend himself against an onslaught of attacks from his brother. Kiith’s style was hyper aggressive, simple, basic and unyielding in form. Body and mind working against him, Xen once again turn to the force to guide him.
And then it ended. Xen landed a blow against his brothers left shoulder, cutting down diagonally. Before the blade could completely cleave Kiith in two, it’s power cell died as well. Kiith’s body landed with a thud, and Xen felt no remorse, no pain, no loss. All there was, was his rage. He turned his focus on Mikal, who was laughing. Congratulating Xen for embracing the power of the dark side, and embracing his destiny as a Sith, he turned to leave. Xen stared down at the dead lightsaber in his hand.
It itself was a weapon, elegant and cruel, the pommel featured long protrusions, sharp and lethal. There was no doubt it itself had been used to take lives, just as the blade of energy had. Xen lepted, bounded by the Force, and his rage and drove it in Mikal’s back. He stabbed again and again, drenched in the man’s blood, as he relished in his revenge while Mikal breathed his last.
Antei Bound (18 ABY)
Manipulation of crew before finding the Brotherhood
Imperial Indoctrination (18 ABY - 19 ABY)
Induction to CSP, Imperial Doctrine
The Manipulative (20 ABY - 28 ABY)
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The Sword (19 ABY)
HC AED, Meeting Impetus
The Restoration (19 ABY)
Force drives him to find Tyler, kill him, fixing the madness
War is the Answer (20 ABY)
RoS: Second Darkness, GJW 8 (wasnt here for OOC)
INSERT TIME GAP BETWEEN HC AED AND HAD QUA MANIPULATION FOR POWER
Thran used the cause in his “usurper” moment. Backtrack further that it was Xen’s invention all a long.
SPOILS OF WAR SALAS V (26 ABY)
Solidifying holding as a strong warrior and defender of the Empire in a faltering weakened Clan
The Dragon (27 ABY)
Move to AED then QUA of HAD. Isolation of Exodius’s capabilities before assuming control.
Infection (27 ABY)
Particularly fond of this fiction. Clan infected and dying. Xen saves with minutes to spare.
Grand Marshall of the Empire (27 ABY)
Declanning, ascension to AED of HSP under Ood the Hardwood.
The Neutralization (28 ABY)
End of years of planning. The Cause erupt chaos in the system. Forcing Ood out of control, Xen takes the throne.
The Emperor (29 ABY - Present)
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Imperialization (29 ABY)
See: http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Imperialization
Retaliation (29 ABY)
Death of Dante, attacks directed at Fremoc and CNS.
The Invasion of New Tython (29 ABY)
Tenth GJW
The Orian Incursion (30 ABY)
Feud with CNS and PLA
Horizons (30 ABY)
Horizons plague
The Crusade (30 ABY - 31 ABY)
Crusade shit
Looking Home Campaign (31 ABY - 32 ABY)
Looking Home Campaign
A Brotherhood Divided (32 ABY)
GJW Civil War Shit.
The Clanening (32 ABY)
Clan restored
Forgotten (33 ABY)
Forgotten Campaign
Nobody Expects the Inquisition! (33 ABY)
Formation of the Inquisitorius links to Evant as VOICE
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