"I warned them..."

Those words cut through the omnipotent view of the scene unfolding. The glow of a lush, jungle moon would remain undisturbed, casted into picturesque image against the blackness of space that should be remembered for all time. Through the atmosphere, what started out as a barley visible spec in motion began to take shape as it cut through the atmosphere. In view, modern day pilots would of probably pointed in awe that such an antique would have escaped some museum, much less be leaving the safety of breathable atmosphere to test it's luck in space. This Theta-class, T-2c shuttle had not in production since the introduction of the Llamnda class shuttle. Still, whomever was aboard this vessel, taking off from this un-named world had kept it in top condition, evident by the hum of it's sub light drive moving along with out hitch until the atmosphere is left behind, and the soundless space is broken into.

Darkness, once again. In the belly of this antique, a lone figure is barley visible against the blackness. The only light to give him a shape coming from the glowing emission of multi-colored points behind this figure. The robes draped over the form of this wide shouldered humanoid left much to the imagination. Not a bit of skin ws shown at the moment. Even it's face was left hidden by the attached hood, pulled over to cast his face into shadows that no light on this ship from above could penetrate.

"I warned all of them.."

The scene changes. This time, Coruscant. Judging by the historical figures in the chairs seated in the circle, this was some time ago. Before the beginning of the Clone Wars, but not to far, seeing as how the mouth of whom was apparently Master Sifo-Dyas. Two men stood in the center of the room before the council, one with his hand on the shoulder of the other, trying to restrain him as passion, in the form of frustration distorted his facial features. Long strands of ebony fell forward as he lurched, hearing something that displeased him to some great amount, for around those finger times, one could see the flow of ever terrifying force driven lightning jump between the angered males finger tips. The masters shifted uncomfortably, some placing their hands to their sabers, ready to end this problem swiftly if need be just as the scene faded to black.

"They labeled me as a murderer, and a Heretic. Sending me beyond the edge of known space while they sat on there thrones, sure that they had done the right thing, all the while watching their doom draw ever closer from their accursed chamber. While I.."

Memories begin flashing by, all depicting different things. The first, of this shadowy figure crouched under the roots of a might tree, trying his best to keep out of the storm on one of his first nights. A flash of lightning changes the scene. In this, it would appear that a creature resembling the Nexu had cornered the former Jedi up against a vertical rock face. The robes that he had once worn so proudly now tattered, torn ,and stained with the blood of both himself, and the creatures that hunted him in the night. As the over head veiw of the scene began to lift up from the stand off, several more of those creatures came stalking out of the tree line to aid the beast that had cornered his prey. As the creature leapt, the scene changed one final time. This time, the tattered male was standing half hunched over, the bright green of his light saber igniting to life. Directly in front of him, a lithe form stood in complete black, form fitting clothing. A silver mask, resting over it's face with only two eye slit peering at our "hero". Behind this creature, the shuttle that brought him. The creature shifted into a combat stance, his own, blood red saber burning to life as the two sized each other up. The scene then fades to black once more.

"..survived."


The words carry out, echoing through space before finaly cutting back to both opponents in mid charge. The assassin brought his saber back, only to thrust it foreward in a swift, stabbing motion to try and unbalance the mark he had been sent to remove. The ebony haired warrior the saber with a glancing blow to send it off coarse. There was evidence of training before, but "rust in the joints" from not keeping it sharp against other force users. That red blade was quickly recovored, looking to bring down a sweeping strike in a diagnoal motion, from left to right, possibly to cut in at the shoulder. Green flashes would clash aginst red as his blade was brought up. An opening exposed by this was quickly exploited by the strange man, left to his own device. A quickly amassed force push was delivered to his ribs. Caught off guard by this, the Stalker was sent hurdling back into the tree line, breaking a branch or two on the way down. A blur entered his field of vision as this blood colored light flew at him like a missile, aimed straight for his vulnerable chest. The element of surprise had nearly been his down fall. A last second side step, then force aided leap would bring him up towards the high branches of this planets lumbering timber, where the assassin now rested. His own arcing strike was delivered mid flight, attempting to exploit the now un-armed assailant, but his own well timed backwards leap would save him from death in that moment. As his body went heels over head at the apex of his jump, the defender leapt again, looking to meet him when he fell with a downwards, from over the head slash. A fool hearted move for a man with a weapon, but this opponent had none, until the outstretched, gloved hand snagged his hilt from the air on it's return trip to it's master and was brought swiftly up to defend himself. The two men's faces drew closer together in that tree top battle field as they strained for the upper hand. One final time, this scene would cut to black.

The figure that had been in the belly of the ship was panned back to again, giving an obvious ending to what had happened. The green blade came to life first in his right hand, giving a glow one side of his form, whilst the chrome, curved tip hilt of his now defeated enemy kicked to life to bathe his other side in the blood red glow. The choice now as present as the two different colors that now exposed his robed form, and lower section of his face. For good, or for evil, it was time for his return to the known galaxy, and finish what he had started. The narrative voice came back in a high whisper, as those lips curled into a grin.

"Force be with those that stand in my way. They will need it."