Star Wars: The Old Republic: The Former Legacy: The Untold Chapters

As promised, we’re taking a dive into the story of The Former Legacy, a Star Wars: The Old Republic fan fiction that I never completed, since, well… I’ve kinda fallen out of love with Star Wars due to… obvious reasons. I don’t consider myself a fan of the series any more and it’s something best left in the past.

With that said, I think I owe it to myself (and the theoretical people who read the first three chapters) to create an overview of the story that was meant to be. This will be done in dot-point form starting from the first chapter… however, chapter 4 in its unedited and incomplete state will be included in full along with the dot-point notes of the rest of the story all the way to the ending.

Chapter 1: Grinding the filth

Read the original Chapter 1 entry

Chapter 2: Burning in memories

Read the original Chapter 2 entry

Chapter 3: Too far, not far enough

Read the original Chapter 3 entry

Chapter 4: The spark that lights the fire

With the first three chapters listed above with dot-point notes, here’s the full unedited and incomplete copy of chapter 4 that I never released… until now. The dot-point notes for chapter 4 will follow along with the rest of the unreleased story.

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The spark that lights the fire

As far as their usual travel destinations went, Nar Shaddaa was the one place in the galaxy Vette knew best. In her younger years, this dreary, rotting moon was where she learned—the hard way—to fend for herself. Most importantly, she learned to cope with the galaxies wide varieties of revolting smells from spending so much time in Nar Shaddaa’s slums.

She would not quite call this place ‘home sweet home’ or ‘home rotting home’ as it may be, but she did appreciate the life lessons the infamous ‘Smuggler’s Moon’ had forced upon her throughout her early life. Those hard fought lessons allowed her to become a thief, pirate and hired assassin, somewhat successfully. . . almost, well enough. It must have been some kind of great cosmic joke the universe was playing on her, or maybe it was, what the Jedi would call, ‘the will of the Force,’ or something along those lines. Whatever it was, during Vette’s sixteenth time being imprisoned by the Sith Empire, she ended up meeting someone unexpected: a Sith warrior. This Sith was a mere acolyte at the time, but their chance meeting ended up changing Vette’s perception of who and what a person could become over the course of their lifetime. It certainly gave her second thoughts on her own worth in the grand scheme of all things.

Vette’s train of thought broke as the bright dazzling lights of Nar Shaddaa suddenly cut off into a wall of darkness beyond her own reflection staring back at her. The Twi’lek blinked her violet eyes to refocus her vision, realising the turbolift had descended further into Nar Shaddaa’s seedy underbelly via a shaft tunnel. She shifted her gaze over to her companion who stood with her back to the turbolift wall, her arms crossed, staring blankly ahead as she contemplated about whatever it was that Sith contemplate.

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Her Sith companion was not that much taller than Vette, though their height was the only feature that defined any similarities between them. The woman who stood beside her was a pureblood Sith, or as close to pureblood as you could get being a member of the Sith species. Their race had bred with humans for so long that they no longer truly resembled their original form, though her crimson coloured skin and glowing red eyes were proof of her companion’s Sith heritage. As striking as her Sith features may be, she did have enough human blood in her to grow black hair that she tied around the back with an unassuming ornamental hairclip.

Vette angled her head to the side as she studied Silvana’s face. Hmm, I guess she kinda does look like a red-skinned human, now that I think about it, she mused.

This was the very same Sith who had taken her from her cell on Korriban in order to help breach the Tomb of Naga Sadow and claim an ancient lightsaber, the same Sith who, when leaving Korriban together, had removed the shock collar from around Vette’s neck as a gesture of thanks, freeing the Twi’lek from her captive state. After that point, Vette had the choice of going anywhere she pleased; somehow, she ended up staying with Silvana. Something about this Sith seemed. . . different.

They had come a long way together since that time, and Vette had learned that not all the stories told about the Sith were true. . . Okay, there are plenty of Sith who would rather tear your head straight off or torture you into submission, there was no denying that, but as Vette discovered from her travels with Silvana, the motivations of some Sith lords were more complex than just a simple lust for power. Many of them had their own reasons for wanting that power, and having the ability to control that power does allow them to do many terrible things, but rarely, as Silvana had shown her time after time, many wonderful things as well.

In some strange way, that is what scared her the most about her

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Sith companion, it was too damned hard to tell what was going on in that head of hers. Usually the Sith were so overbearing with their theatricality and show of power. Power this, power that, anger, pain, fear, and all that other garbage, they wanted it all, but they lusted after the power itself most of all. They were predictable, almost simple-minded in their pursuit of all that power.

As for Silvana. . . Vette could never tell what she was going to do next; she clearly had her motivations for wanting power and used it to further her own ambitions, whatever they were. She was still a ruthless Sith lord, cutting her enemies to shreds, showing no mercy toward them at all, yet saving the lives of the innocent people she came across in their travels. Hell, she would not be surprised if Silvana did something completely crazy and pushed her up against the turbolift wall right now and— “Wait, where the hell is my mind leading me?” Vette blurted out suddenly.

Silvana’s gaze shifted to her blue-skinned companion, her red glowing eyes staring at the Twi’lek woman. She was not trying to intimidate Vette, but those eyes of hers only had one setting.

“What was that?” Silvana asked, her accent was more precise, regal sounding than Vette’s own roguish tongue. Apparently, Vette had broken her out of her train of thought too.

“Nothing,” Vette fumbled, “I like guys, I mean, you know, just. . . randomly. . . thinking.”

Vette trailed off, looking back outside the turbolift window through her reflection at the dark turbolift shaft wall in order to avoid eye contact with her companion.

“Vette, I swear you’ve gotten stranger over the few years we’ve known each other, it’s a wonder you don’t cause an intergalactic incident with that mouth of yours,” Silvana quipped, giving her Twi’lek friend a sly smile.

Vette looked back over at Silvana and gave the Sith a sheepish grin. “Oh, you know, just trying to keep the spark in the relationship

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going, can’t let things get stale,” Vette explained, trying to use humour to suppress the awkwardness she was feeling.

As if she willed the universe into alignment to save herself from her own embarrassment, the turbolift slowed and finally came to a stop at their destination, the doors opening to a warm waft of foul air, signalling their arrival at the far depths of Nar Shaddaa’s undercity. While Silvana seemed to be ignoring the smell entirely, Vette exhaled a quiet sigh, wishing she had her friend’s level of discipline at withstanding the sudden change in air quality.

“On second thought, I’d rather the embarrassment over this filth,” Vette muttered to herself.

Silvana suddenly turned to Vette, cocking an eyebrow at the Twi’lek with a smirk on her face. “Come on lover girl,” she teased her companion as she exited the turbolift.

Vette’s eyes widened. “What?”

Silvana kept walking ahead, motioning her hand at the Twi’lek to follow. “I’m not waiting around for you all day; we’ve got a job to do.”

Vette let out another sigh and followed her, not so typical, Sith companion, rushing forward to catch up with her as they walked toward the entrance of a large docking bay. Silvana stopped at the entrance and inspected the disarray of the cargo area before them.

“Wow, looks like the people down here already cleared this place of anything valuable that wasn’t bolted down. . . that, or a drunken bantha came charging through,” Vette commented, looking around at the mess. “Hah, to be honest, I like to imagine the bantha explanation is the more plausible one.”

Vette glanced over at Silvana, hoping for a reaction, but found her companion frowning as she scanned the area in silence, as if for something very specific. Vette twisted her mouth in disappointment and continued to walk ahead of Silvana who soon followed behind.

Something caught Vette’s eye ahead, a smattering of vivid colour

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around a horrific scene she had seen far too many times in her travels. A mass of corpses lay haphazardly on the ground, some no longer had their heads attached to their bodies.

“Okay!” Vette exclaimed, instinctively drawing both her blaster pistols from their holsters as she stared at the chaos of eviscerated bodies before her, trying not to fixate on them too much to lose the sense of her surroundings.

The roguish Twi’lek looked around for a moment. “Definitely not a drunken bantha,” she needlessly deduced, looking over to Silvana. “One of your Sith friends decide to redecorate?”

As Vette knelt down to inspect one of the bodies closest to her, her Sith companion stopped in place, turning her head to gaze at an opening that led into another area obscured by darkness.

Silvana proceeded slowly toward the opening while Vette stood back up and watched her companion. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up in anticipation, she did not have to be Force sensitive to feel that something bad was going to happen. She had a bad feeling about this and an even stronger inclination to stay closer to her Sith companion before whatever was going to happen caught her by surprise.

Vette rushed toward Silvana who stopped suddenly as she saw the shape of something sitting in the darkness a few metres ahead of them. As she slowed down to take a few extra, and very careful, steps behind Silvana, Vette finally spotting what the Sith had already sensed when they both entered the large cargo area.

Through the cloak of darkness, she made out the form of a human male with dark skin and long, black hair sitting in the middle of a room, his naked back facing them.

“The Emperor’s Wrath,” the man spoke with an ominous sounding voice, his back still facing them, not moving a muscle, “I’ve been expecting you. Though, I must admit, you have arrived much sooner than I anticipated.”

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Silvana stood silently, her eyes locked on the man while Vette had her blasters trained on him, ready for anything. She had seen this man before, the man who sat unassumingly in the darkness before them was a Darth, a Dark Lord of the Sith, just like Silvana.

No, this man was not like Silvana, he was different; he cared nothing of the welfare of anyone but himself and would snuff out all those who would stand in his way in an instant without giving it a thought. It was clear who was responsible for the carnage behind them, this man was the kind of Sith lord that Vette despised.

It seemed strange that the man who sat before them, what she assumed was the way Sith were meant to be, held a lower ranking position to Silvana, the Emperor’s Wrath, one who answered to no one but the Emperor himself. Not even the Dark Council of the entire Sith Empire could question Silvana or her actions unless it directly threatened the Empire itself.

Keeping her blasters locked onto the Darth, Vette looked over to Silvana who remained silent, then back to her target who had still not moved a single muscle this entire time.

“Alright! Straight down to creepy Sith business. Grr,” Vette declared loudly in defiance of the silence.

“Silence your feeble blue worm, Wrath, before I break her.” The Darth’s sudden raised voice startled Vette who immediately stuck her tongue out at the Darth.

From her side, her Sith companion looked back at Vette and silently shook her head at her. While Vette did have a hard time reading her Sith companion, this gesture she knew very well. It was the universal signal for ‘shut up, you’re going to get yourself killed,’ one of Vette’s favourites.

Turning back to face the hostile Sith lord, Silvana finally spoke. “Hold your tongue, Lehraan,” she snarled at the other Sith, “you are not to speak to her like that.”

Silence.

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“Tell me why you are here,” Silvana finally asked.

The dark-skinned Sith stood up, his muscular body tightening as he tensed up. “To kill you.”

In a sudden burst of speed, the Darth launched himself at Silvana, instantly closing the large gap between the two Sith lords. Vette fired her blasters in vain; unable to track him fast enough as the hostile Sith used his hands as claws, slashing at Silvana.

With lightning reflexes, Silvana pushed herself back with the heel of her boot, giving her an extra amount of room to weave her body around Lehraan’s airborne strike, slipping straight past him, spinning her body to face him with his back toward her. Silvana could have struck a deadly blow at this very moment, but held back, she wanted answers and killing him now was not going to give her the information she required.

Lehraan grit his teeth as he slowly turned to face the Sith pureblood. Silvana saw the fury in his eyes; he had been waiting here for some time, but for what? His hatred fueled his dark side energy; it would not be easily broken. With a spin of his body, Lehraan launched a vicious kick into the air, targeting Silvana’s head, barely missing her as she jumped back to avoid his sudden attack.

The two faced off against each other as Lehraan shifted his body back into an aggressive stance, his hands extended toward his opponent like claws. Silvana already knew of Lehraan’s cybernetic enhanced arms, a single strike could rip through flesh like an over-ripened fruit and shatter durasteel. Many underestimated Lehraan’s skill without a lightsaber, but Silvana was better than that, she had broken him before, if she had to, she would do it again.

Silvana closed her eyes and breathed, shifting her body into a defensive stance, channeling the Force to allow herself to react quicker to Lehraan’s attacks. To defeat a Sith lord, you must use his aggression against him, a common weakness among many Sith, a weakness strongly amplified in Lehraan with his current state.

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Vette grit her teeth as she aimed her blasters at Lehraan. She could probably squeeze off a few rounds of her blaster pistols right now, but with Silvana standing so close, it was too dangerous. The Twi’lek swore under her breath, a stray blaster bolt could easily end up hitting her companion instead of her target.

Lehraan spat on the ground in front of Silvana. “Do not mock me!”

Silvana’s muscles relaxed as Lehraan lunged at her again, closing her eyes. She could “see” the minute fluctuations in air around her in her mind, allowing her to process her opponent’s aggressive lunge toward her with a slowed sense of time. Silvana bent her knees and tightening her leg muscles and in an instant, she launched herself into the air above Lehraan who was captive to his own momentum.

Lehraan’s extended clawed hands ripped straight through the stack of two durasteel crates that were behind Silvana’s previous position, shattering them both. Vette watch in amazement at the amazing display between the two Dark Lords of the Sith, but immediately snapped back to attention, realising she had found her shot.

The Twi’lek rogue took aim, however, the hostile Sith snapped his attention toward her, his power warning him of her incoming attack. Using the Force, he took hold of the shattered pieces of durasteel and sent them flying at Vette.

With a high-pitched squeal of terror, Vette threw herself out of the way and behind a stack of durasteel crates near her position. The shards struck the floor at her previous position and the crates she used as refuge.

As he shifted his weight to focus back on his primary target, he felt the full force of Silvana’s heavy boot across his face as she struck him with a powerful roundhouse kick, knocking him to the ground, his body spinning as he landed on the cold floor. Silvana immediately

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slammed the heel of her boot down toward Lehraan’s head but he quickly pushed his arms out at the ground underneath him, allowing him to jump back onto his feet.

Silvana attempted to spin her body to perform another kick, but Lehraan used this opportunity to direct a Force blast toward the Sith pureblood, pushing her back a few metres, sending her stumbling onto her knee.

Not waiting for his foe to recover, he channeled the power of the Force again, taking more shattered pieces of durasteel and hurling them toward Silvana. With a great deafening roar, Silvana use a Force amplified scream to overpower the trajectory of the shards, sending them flying back toward Lehraan who somehow managed to jump out of the way of the incoming projectiles, diving into a roll.

As Lehraan regained his balance on his knee, he summoned as much power as he could, tapping into his dark energy and launching whole durasteel crates at Silvana who dodged each of them skillfully. He intensified his attack, throwing more crates at her in all directions until one of them finally caught her, slamming her into another stack of crates that lost their balance and tumbled down on top of her, burying her.

Through this demonstration of Force abilities, Vette had climbed her way up to a higher vantage point and aimed her blasters down at Lehraan, firing off a few rounds. Lehraan jumped back, but her blasters fire was on point this time and struck the Sith lord’s extended palm.

Vette blinked. “Blast it!” she exclaimed, realising he had used his cybernetic hand to neutralise her blaster bolts as a threat.

The Dark Lord of the Sith narrowed his eyes on the blue Twi’lek, reaching his arm outstretch to the side. Vette watched as a lightsaber seemingly threw itself toward the dark-skinned man. He caught it and ignited the blade in a furious spark of red. The blade’s energy

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fluctuated and buzzed with power as he strode toward her, his eyes locked onto his new target.

Vette’s eyes widened, this was not good. “Silvana,” she called out for help, trying not to panic, “the galaxy is about to be down one cute Twi’lek!”

With a grunt, Lehraan jumped high into the air with his lightsaber above his head, ready to strike her down. Vette flinched, unable to react fast enough against the Force wielder.

In a blaze of speed, a blur of red and purple shot out of a small mountain of crates. Lehraan’s aerial assault came to a sudden end as Silvana’s fist dug deep into Lehraan’s cheek, sending him face first into the ground and hitting it with a heavy thud, his grip loosening on his lightsaber, allowing it to slide across the duracrete floor and deactivate a few metres away.

Silvana landed on the ground near her opponent, she braced herself from the impact of her landing, getting down on one knee, her head down and her arms stretched out behind her with both lightsabers in her hands. She looked up, focusing her red glowing eyes forward on Lehraan who still lay on the ground.

Silvana grit her teeth, igniting her dual lightsabers in a brilliant flash of purple. “Do you want me to kill you?” she snarled at her opponent who slowly got to his feet.

Standing straight, Lehraan called his lightsaber back to his hand once more and reignited its blade, finally, their dual to the death would begin.

“That is precisely why you are here.”

Silvana frowned at Lehraan’s statement, but before she had any time to question it, he charged at her, striking his lightsaber down at her with both hands. Using both of her lightsabers crossed together, she blocked the incoming attacked and twisted her body to allow her to kick her opponent in the gut, making him reel back from her. Silvana wasted no time, launching a ravaging string of attacks on

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Lehraan one after the other as he stumbled back, barely able to block and dodge the incoming strikes with his single lightsaber.

Vette watched, unable to get a clear target acquisition of the enemy with Silvana engaging him in combat at close range. She felt useless in this fight, but she took solace in knowing that Silvana had heard her call for help and saved her life once again.

Lehraan jumped out of Silvana’s relentless assault, using the Force to send him flying back beyond her reach and throwing his lightsaber at his foe as he landed on his feet. Silvana instinctively jumped over the spinning lightsaber and stabbed down at Lehraan who jumped away again.

Without losing sight of him, she shifted the grip on the lightsaber in her left hand flipping it back allowing the length of the blade to cover her back, striking against Lehraan’s lightsaber as it attempted to return to him. The force of the strike changes the trajectory of the airborne lightsaber, sending it high into the air.

Lehraan jumped high, catching his lightsaber in the air. Silvana seized the opportunity and launched another Force scream at her opponent; the roaring wave of kinetic energy caught him and threw him back into the rear wall of the room. Silvana deactivated her lightsabers clipped them back to her belt as she launched herself toward Lehraan in a blaze of speed.

Lehraan landed on his feet, but before he had time to regain his balance, Silvana’s knee dug into his gut, causing him to reel his head forward, in an instant, and Silvana’s elbow struck him in the back of the neck. She was not giving him a single moment to recover; she grabbed his hair and pulled his face back up and head-butted him. As a Sith pureblood, her skull’s bone density was much greater than that of a human and her strike hit him hard enough to put him into a daze.

It still was not enough; Silvana jumped back and spun her body, extending her leg as she used the Force to strengthen her blow. Her

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boot struck him directly on his jaw, sending his body head first into the wall. The back of Lehraan’s head hit the wall and he slide down into a lazy seated position, his legs stretched out before him.

Silvana stared down at the lesser Sith lord as he lay unconscious, wondering what game he was playing with her, attacking her all of a sudden. She didn’t expect to find him here in the first place, could it be possible that the events that occurred here two days ago are related to Lehraan in some way?

The Emperor’s Wrath looked over at her companion who had jumped down from her perch and walked toward her.

“It’s okay,” she assured her companion, “he’s out cold.”

“Yeah, sure,” Vette replied, “but he’s going to be royally steamed when he wakes back up.”

“Indeed he will, but at least he’ll give us time to talk instead of launching into a pointless battle.”

Vette looked down at the Sith lord, his face bloodied from the vicious assault that was handed to him moments before. “So, what?” Vette asked, not liking this situation at all, “we wait?”

Silvana nodded at her Twi’lek friend. “We wait.”

Lehraan’s eyes snapped open and he immediately stretched his hand out to call for his lightsaber.

“Looking for this?” a familiar voice asked him.

Letting his hand drop to his side, he looked up at the crimson-skinned Sith pureblood who stood over him, his lightsaber in her hand. “Perhaps you’re in more of a mood to talk now,” the Emperor’s Wrath suggested, “or would you rather I went back to pummeling you into submission?”

He wiped the blood from his lips with the back of his hand. “Spare me your pathetic negotiation tactics, Wrath. Fight me like a Sith!”

“Your request is denied,” she stated flatly, “you are going to sit

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there and explain your actions. Why are you here?”

“Damn you, wretch,” he spat.

“Explain yourself, Lehraan,” she ordered, staring down at him.

Lehraan leaned his head back and looked up. “One of us will die here, Wrath. You know this, which is why you came.”

Silvana cocked an eyebrow at the Sith sitting before her. “You pathetic old fool,” she told him, “I didn’t even know you were here on Nar Shaddaa. I came here on a mission of my own.”

A moment of silence followed, Vette watched the two Sith, making sure not let herself slip out a sarcastic comment.

Suddenly, Lehraan burst out laughing, his deep laughter echoing through the room and escaping into the cargo area outside. “You mean to tell me, you weren’t sent here by the dark council?”

Silvana stared down at him silently.

“You don’t even know what has transpired here, do you?” he asked, his composure returning to him as he paused for a moment. “Indeed, I am an old fool. I miscalculated the dark council’s watchful eye over me and assumed they had already learned of my apprentice’s failure.”

“Go on.”

Lehraan dragged his foot closer to himself, resting his elbow on his raised knee. “You know of my dealings with the dark council, yes?” he asked.

“Indeed,” Silvana confirmed. “The council gave you one last chance to prove your worth to the Empire.”

“Yes, a deal was struck between myself and the dark council after a series of failed experiments. However, a single experiment did succeed. One that would yield the creation of a weapon of unimaginable power created from samples of isotope-5 that Darth Marr had entrusted to me quite some time ago. In return, all I asked of them were large quantities of isotope-5 and time to gather the necessary resources to build them their weapon.”

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Silvana eyed him. “This is why Darth Marr asked me to lead the strike force to Makeb in order to secure their stores of isotope-5.”

Lehraan nodded and continued to explain his plan. “Indeed, without such quantities, I would not be able to find the correct method to convert the element into a usable form for the weapon on a large scale. The weapon required the isotope-5 to be refined in a precise manner and I knew of only one refining process that could accomplish it. After months of searching, I finally tracked down a black market merchant here on Nar Shaddaa who possessed the components necessary to build such refinery units. As time was running short and the dark council becoming impatient, I sent my apprentice in my stead to retrieve the units.”

Silvana looked over at the dark scorch mark that blemished the surface of the duracrete floor, the last thing that remained of Lehraan’s apprentice.

“Obviously things didn’t go according to plan,” she commented.

Lehraan grit his teeth. “No, they did not,” he growled. “Somehow, the Republic defeated my apprentice and the shuttle carrying the refinery units was destroyed. I sensed his demise and came here myself. I had foolishly hoped to find more of the same components within the merchant’s stocks, however, as you can see; they have already been cleared out. All that remains is useless to me.”

Silvana crossed her arms. “Why do you need these specific components for your refinery units?”

Lehraan looked in Silvana’s direction, not adjusting his sight line to look up at her. “They are of ancient Rakatan origin,” he told her. “The damned fool did not even know what he had. Now, with the units destroyed and the rest of the components scattered throughout the depths of this incessant cesspool of filth, I no longer have a viable means to produce the weapon I had promised the dark council.”

“I see,” Silvana nodded. “This is why you assumed my coming here was to kill you for your failure.”

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Lehraan looked straight ahead and closed his eyes. “Yes,” he told her flatly.

The Sith pureblood shook her head down at the man. “I came here in order to investigate a secret unit within the Republic responsible for the deaths of a number of Sith, an inexplicably long list of high ranking Imperial personnel and citizens of the Empire who just happened to get in their way. I believe they are the ones responsible for the death of your apprentice and the resulting carnage caused by the shuttle explosion.”

Silvana stared at Lehraan whose eyes had suddenly opened wide in realisation. He stood up and faced the Emperor’s Wrath.

“You know who did this?” he asked, expecting an answer.

Silvana remained silent, shaking her head at him. “Not precisely,” she admitted, “as you may have already deduced, Republic intelligence have done all they can to hold onto their little secret as evidenced by the state of this cargo port. However, I may know of a means to discover the identities of the unit that killed your apprentice.”

As Lehraan took a step toward her, Silvana stood her ground, eyeing the taller man. “Wrath,” he said to her, “if you discover the identities of the perpetrators, you must tell me!”

Silvana cocked an eyebrow at Lehraan, intrigued by his sudden outburst.

“My life is now forfeit,” he continued, “I know that, but you must let me hunt your quarry.”

The Dark Lord of the Sith clenched his fist tightly. “I must have my revenge!”

The Emperor’s Wrath sensed the anger flowing through the lesser Sith lord, his lust for vengeance seething from him like ethereal flames. She considered his words; she could easily kill him this very instant and be done with him forever. However, he may still be of some use to the Empire, even in his current pathetic state.

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I hope you enjoyed the unedited form of Chapter 4. I guess it was 98% complete and I simply got too busy and forgot about it. Oh, well… it’s out now! With that, here’s the overview…

The Untold Chapters

Here we go, from here on out, it’s content that either has partially written scenes or were simply notes that I wrote as an outline.

Chapter 5: Operation: Czerka

Chapter 6: Rendezvous on Dromund Kaas

Chapter 7: His dark designs

Chapter 8: Returning to zero

Chapter 9: Forward into exile

Chapter 10: Rogue

Chapter 11: The hunted

Chapter 12: End of line

Chapter 13: The descent

Chapter 14: Starbound

Chapter 15: Ravage/Havoc

Chapter 16: Nullspace

Chapter 17: Venom

Chapter 18: Bloody rage

Chapter 19: Valkyrie Rising

Chapter 20: Revenge

Chapter 21: The Former Legacy

Epilogue: A long time ago…

There you have it, the notes I had written down for The Former Legacy that I never got to write as a full story. I had enough material and ideas for what would essentially end up being a full novel that I was going to release as a PDF file anyone could download.

The idea was that eventually, I’d get a drawing tablet (like the one I had just bought recently) and draw the cover art for it as well and then begin creating the comic book story for The Former Legend… though, like I said, I feel out of love with Star Wars and… well, this will have to do.

I hope anyone who reads this ended up enjoying it. There is a lot to the story, the small moments and nuances I wasn’t really able to get in there. I have a lot of notes written up that delve more into the character interactions and such, but this will have to do!

Thanks for reading! Instead of publishing Star Wars stories, I’ve decided to create an original story instead called “reverie of an ishvari” instead!

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