Man Behind the Cloak

So you all think you know me. You think I'm just an assassin. A mindless Sith doing the bidding of a single man. You Jedi think you know everything. You're wrong, all of you. If you lived my life you'd understand me and not judge me. If only you could see the scars I wear.

I was taken from my family so young, never to see them again. They never cared never looked for me. So be it! He took me and promised me power. I went with him; not willingly but I went. The pain I experienced was beyond anything I had ever lived. I never spoke for I would be beaten. If I feared anything I was treated with quick forceful punishment. A child, a mere child treated like an outsider.  I'm hated by all and I use that hatred to make me stronger.



            Then he abandoned me to fend for myself. Lost and alone in unfamiliar land. Slowly dying of hunger, pain. When he came back I had gained knowledge I could not have learned with his teachings. I grew in new ways. I was almost hardened to the core, as some would say. Growing older, doing his bidding, it became mindless droning. One murder after another. Senators, ambassadors, leaders of organizations, the list goes on and on in a never ending cycle. One kill as least thrilling as the last. Meaningless lives dying for my cause at my hand.



            It's not my cause though. I am a pawn in a game that will be won. You'd think I would find this all a bore and leave. This is the only thing I know. You speak of peace but peace is a lie. There is only passion. Through my passion I shall gain my strength. Through my strength I shall gain the power I want and with that power I will gain victory! I fight for the oppression that the Jedi have put upon us. For over a thousand generations the Jedi have oppressed us. I am the one to step out of the shadows and be the one to reveal ourselves.



            Although what happened came as a shock to me. After all it was me against you, a mere old Jedi and his young Padawan. I've beaten many before, this shouldn't have been so hard. I was strong while both of you are weak. It was a simple task. Kill you and steal the Queen. Simple yet still thrilling. It was a simple fight in the reactor chamber. Rather simple to knock you down. Your master was more resilient. We fought and fought, sabers clashing, sparks flying, both of us dodging the others blade. We reached the core of the reactor and just when I was going to strike the shields came down.



            I waited and waited pacing back and forth, like an animal in its cage. When the shields came up the battle began again, sabers twirling, sparks flying, the typical of every battle I ever fought. The shields came down, blocking you just as you were about to join. I sensed your frustration of having to wait. Then I tricked him, made him believe I was striking somewhere else. I struck him down. It was good hearing you scream for him, feeling the anger flow from every molecule in your body. Your lose and pain fueled me. Now you were all alone. I would easily have won.

Then the shields came up and you attacked. You wanted me dead. You sliced my saber in two, thinking that you, young Padawan, would have won. Then I blasted you over the edge of the pit. I grinned at how it delighted me to kick your saber off. I thought I had you when you fell. You surprised me though when you leapt up, grabbing your master's saber and struck. The pain coursed through my body. I knew what happened, you'd cut me in two, yet at the same time I couldn't believe that happened. I fell backwards. It felt like an eternity till I hit the bottom. I knew somehow, someway I would get my revenge.