Life is a journey, a path on itself...

From the central hallway Macey took me an exercise centre where children between ten and twelve years old were training with special droids. She smiled enlightened when she saw them busy under the guidance of another master. It was a female Duro and she had twenty kids under her care this session. I paid her my respects in a greeting and watched together with Macey how the training went on. I had enough experience with my own students at the Academy to know how was taught. But yet her explanation had refreshing elements. And the ask for a sparring match I didn’t let go by. First I was the victim to twenty children for who I had to be a dark lord. That was very thrilling for them, as they had no idea who I was. I called up a stern face, as I mostly had with my own students and positioned myself with my back to a wall. That way I knew none would get behind me. I left my own lightsaber at my belt and looked at my twenty opponents. The first trick was to try to snatch all the training sabers from them and with more than the elf I succeeded. The training sabers sailed through the air to a place out of reach for them. Some were shocked and didn’t found it fair. I answered them I had to be a dark lord and those lords were never fair. Those without sabers had to find other solutions to defeat me. And that meant to work together. Twenty youthful minds were not easy to handle in the end. Two took an innocent approach, forcing my attention toward them. It was the Force who whispered that a couple of others were sending a training droid toward me and spew balls out to me. I used the Force to block the attack and the balls fell on the ground without touching me. With open mouths they watch how I blocked the attack. Against those who came to be with raised sabers I somersaulted over their heads out of reach. In the same movement I summoned a couple of soft balls toward my attackers. Two deflected my balls, three others were hit. Then their master put an end to the exercise.

After the fight with the kids what had been fun I made myself up for the match with Macey. I had no objection against it to use our own lightsabers in training. I left the coat off I was wearing, revealing a dark ensemble of the Imperial uniform beneath. From my belt I took my saber and turned it on holding it in my right hand. The way I did it raised a few eyebrows. It was a move I had copied from my father. The orange red blade in the colours of a dawn symbolized for me the edge I walked in life and reminded me who I was. Macey handled a normal blue blade, common among the Jedi. I waited who would take the first attack. I took my saber in two hands and held it ready. Macey anticipated on the move and so our fight started. Neither of us knew how we fought, and I had no knowledge upon the existing fighting styles. Macey knew and with the Force she tried to get some reading on me. I had submitted myself fully to it, listening to its whispers and acting on it without thoughts. I defended myself to where she tried to hit me.
Sometimes our lightsabers hit the walls and left a scar there. Also a droid who got in the way, fell victim to my sword. Driven into a corner I somersaulted over Macey to the free space behind her. The Force was my course of power and I tapped richly from it. I could, because my adept in it was strong. I kept to defending myself, leaving Macey in the attack position. The fight was just training; it held nothing personal for me. She stopped at some point, putting an end to the fight. I accepted it and withdrew myself then on my own to do some practice on my own with training droids set on the highest level possible. It was the only way to get rid of the anxiety that had gotten grip of me during the fight with Macey. After the sparring match and training I took my leave back to my residence.

I didn’t sleep fully through the night. In the late hours I awoke from a dream about a dark cloud and a shattered world. What it meant I didn’t know, but it bothered me quite. I knew it was a dream from the Force not a normal one. I returned to my own duties and was half the day present at the hospital. Although I was the new owner, the name was unchanged. Around there I was a kind of shadow, caught what lived there among the healers and the patients and learned also something about life in general. It was a place of pain, sorrow, fear, but also hope and happiness. I had to smile when I sensed excitement in a birth room, where a Twi’lek female brought her baby into the world. Moments later it was over and the young couple swelled in joy. Most humanoid races could get here their babies. For insecticide and amphibian life there were other kind of medical facilities, specialized into their physics. Someday I hoped to know the same. But a child of me would be far more important to the universe than the baby inside that birth room. A Skywalker baby spoke towards everyone’s imagination, no matter in what age or time it came into existence, that all thanks to my great-grandfather.

Unbeknownst to me the Jedi Council held a meeting about my visit and a couple of other interests regarding me. But also the other side of the Jedi had interest in me. Sometimes I sensed I was followed, but the feeling was elusive, because it winked in and out of the Force. I knew there were Jedi who had the ability to hide them in the Force. But it was possible that Sith could do the same. Disappeared from the Force I had myself with severing myself from it, leaving all the use behind. I didn’t know how to hide. Not using it was a harder task, but to that I was adept. It felt good that my men onboard the Persuitor and my colleagues and students respected me. Three days after my visit at the Jedi Temple when I left the nearby dining facility I came every day I was approached by an anonymous man in non saying clothes. He was frank and fair and hoped if I could help him. The honesty in his words could have persuaded me, if I had no felt a ripple in the Force. I denied, saying I had other duties to perform and took my speeder back home. Slowly I had begun to see my residence as a kind of home. I was used to it know and the dark side around didn’t bother me as much as it had done in the beginning. I had learned not to give in it, draw upon strength I hadn’t even known I had. Perhaps the dark side vanished slowly through the way I lived there. The man I had turned down returned again the next day, now with an invitation to an address in the lower parts of Coruscant. As I traced it down later on, it was an apartment that would be rented to industrial workers and small time criminals. Persons, who were anonymous and quickly forgotten. I took another measure and sent in a disguised squad of stormtroopers to check the place out. I went with them, but the apartment was deserted and the renter was an ID that didn’t exist. I didn’t see the man back. All I came to know was that there hang an elusiveness that someone had actual been in the apartment to check the surrounding for a meeting. I recognized it as a very faint trace coming from the dark side.

The Jedi invited me over again. Still under the threat of being hunted the approach didn’t feel well to me. In fact I had expected a friendliness of them and a non violent way of treatment. I came, but not with pleasure. Angry I stated my thoughts at them, embarrassing them pretty much, telling them in general that their approach was not the Jedi way, but one of the Sith. They didn’t like my line of thoughts, but in the Force was detectible my words held truth. They were judging me upon presumptions and had actually no idea what I all did in life. By accident I gave also away that I knew a Sith lord was present on Coruscant. That caught them really. And I suspected it was a master. There first question was if I was sure. I confirmed it. The confusion and uncertainty ruled strongly after that among the gathered Jedi masters. No member of the order I could not help them settling down with those feelings. In my case I knew that the Sith would give a new try to reach me and I was not someone who would go on a hunt. When the time was right, they would come forth themselves.