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ONE NIGHT, OOD GATHERED THE BATTLETEAM TOGETHER IN THE NIGHTHAWK CARGO HOLD TO TELL THEM A STORY…

This
is
a
story
that
Braecen
asked
me
to
write
and
deliver
in
this
fashion…

It
happened
a
long
time
ago.
alternatively,
it
could
have
occurred
last
week.

The
great
and
wise
Sith
Morda…
Darth
Veritas
was
lounging
about
his
flagship,
an
old
stardestroyer
he
had
acquired.
Rumours
had
reached
him
a
few
days
ago
of
a
group
of
three
Piggie…
Gammorean
Jedi
Masters
trying
to
re-establish
a
Jedi
Temple.
Morda…
Darth
Veritas
had
decided
to
deal
with
these
lighties
himself,
he
didn’t
need
allies
for
this
for
he
was
a
Sith
and
a
mighty
one
at
that!

Arriving
in
orbit
of
the
planet
Ssarg’Deird’Rof’Mynonys,
he
ordered
his
vessel
to
establish
an
geosynchronous
orbit
over
the
location
of
the
Jedi
Stronghold.
Turning
to
a
lieutenant,
he
ordered
a
probe
sent
down
to
scan
the
structure
and
get
him
images
of
it.

Laughing
to
himself,
Morda…
Darth
Veritas
looked
at
the
images
projected
back
to
him.
A
planet
without
good
building
materials!
Why
else
build
a
Jedi
Temple
out
of
straw?
With
a
snigger
of
amusement
he
turned
to
his
command
chair –
mounted
atop
a
suspended
platform
to
allow
the
short
Sith
to
appear
to
tower
over
his
minions.

With
a
huff
and
a
puff
he
expelled
the
breath
from
his
lungs
and
blew
the
hous…
Temple
down
by
pressing
on
the
firing
button.
Looking
with
glee,
he
quickly
grew
enraged
as
he
noticed
the
Jedi
flee
into
hyperspace
with
an
antique
ship.
“We
came
out
of
hyperspace
too
close
to
the
system!
You
have
failed
me
for
the
last
time
Admira…”
Looking
around
in
bewilderment,
Morda…
Darth
Veritas
turned
to
the
captain
standing
next
to
him.

Oddly,
the
man
seemed
to
be
wincing.
“My
Lord,
you
killed
the
Admiral
last
week
for
not
ensuring
a
steady
supply
of
Archie-comics
for
your
bathroom.
You
have
yet
to
promote
someone
to
the
post.”

“Consider
yourself
promoted
then
Admiral.
And
now,
die
for
failing
my
orders!”
As
the
Captai…
Admiral
died,
an
ensign
moved
closer
to
drag
the
corpse
away.
“My
lord,
we
now
need
a
Captain
and
an
Admiral.
The
first
officer
died
a
few
weeks
ago
when
your
soup
was
too
cold
and
needs
to
be
replaced
also.”

A
WEEK
LATER

Approaching
the
second
planet
on
his
list,
Morda…
Darth
Veritas
was
annoyed.
He’d
been
forced
to
kill
the
entire
janitorial
staff
days
ago
for
forgetting
to
put
up
the
“caution –
slippery
floor”
sign.
It
had
been
unavoidable
really,
everyone
had
seen
his
underwear,
the
boxershorts
decorated
with
little
Pravus
faces.
The
stench
from
the
corpses
was
starting
to
get
annoying.
Note
to
self,
never
kill
the
dudes
that
drag
away
the
corpses!

Ordering
a
probe
sent
down,
the
Sith
looked
upon
Doow’Tub’Gnihton
and
its
vast
forests.
He
already
knew
what
would
be
found.
The
only
material
on
this
planet
that
the
Gammorean
would
think
to
use
would
be
wood.
A
wooden
jedi
temple?
Really?

The
droid
sent
back
images
of
a
rather
poorly
built
Temple
structure
and…
was
that
the
ship
from
Ssarg’Deird’Rof’Mynonys?
Two
piggies…
Jedi
Masters
at
once!
Morda…
Darth
Veritas
huffed
and
puffed –
as
he
ran
up
the
steep
stairs
to
his
chair
to
open
fire
on
the
structure…

A
MONTH
LATER

The
Jedi
had
escaped
again!
He’d
massacred
155
crewmen
from
the
maintenance
department
for
not
checking
the
guns
before
the
attack.
The
turbolasers
had
jammed
for
precious
minutes,
allowing
the
two
to
escape.
Luckily
their
trajectory
had
been
tracked
and
they
were
now
approaching
tey’llird’eht’wonk’tnod’uoy’yllaeR
in
hot
pursuit.
They
had
become
a
bit
slower
as
well.
The
stardestroyer
stank
of
decomposing
bodies.
The
freshers
had
stopped
working
two
weeks
ago,
and
without
technicians
most
rules
relating
to
hygiene
had
been
suspended.
Some
sort
of
plague
had
killed
the
support
staff
just
last
week.
The
last
doctor
had
figured
out
what
had
happened
before
dying,
apparantly
some
of
the
corpses
had
been
putrifying
and
dripping
into
the
watersupply.
Morda…
Darth
Veritas
had
wisely
ordered
the
surviving
crewmembers,
the
40
people
that
worked
on
the
bridge
to
stop
drinking
water
and
just
drink
alcohol.
In
a
gesture
that
seemed
to
endear
him
to
the
crew,
he
had
allowed
them
to
use
his
personal
stock.
He
had
decided
to
drink
the
blood
of
his
surviving
crew,
which
they
didn’t
seem
to
like.
Fickle
non
force
using
soldiers!

Ah,
there
the
Jedi
Temple
was.
It
had
been
carved
out
of
a
mountain?
If
the
great
and
wonderful
Pravus
hadn’t
ordered…
With
a
huff
and
a
puff,
he
reached
the
button
to
open
fire.

Some
sort
of
planetary
shield
protected
the
final
Jedi
Temple!
“Increase
firepower!”
he
yelled
before
rushing
down
the
stairs
to
follow
his
orders.
It
was
hard
work
operating
a
Stardestroyer
by
himself,
but
by
the
Force,
he
would
succeed
and
prove
himself
to
the
Dark
Lord!
He’d
been
gifted
this
ship
to
prove
himself…
Okay,
he
had
stolen
it
from
the
person
who
was
assigned
the
mission
but
still!
What
could
an
Elder
do
that
he
couldn’t?
Racing
back
to
his
throne
to
gloat –
as
befitted
a
good
Sith.
The
Grand
Master
would
surely
reward
him
for
this.

Any
starship
requires
constant
maintenance
to
keep
in
working
order.
A
month
without
maintenance
is
sometimes
enough
to
even
condemn
a
ship
to
the
scrapheap.
With
a
huff
and
a
puff,
the
mighty
stardestroyer
blew
up.
The
ensign
who
had
informed
the
Sith
of
the
lack
of
a
First
officer
and
who
had
been
hiding
in
a
landing
craft
managed
to
launch
his
pod
just
before
the
blast.
It
crashed
into
the
planetary
shield
emitter,
disabling
it.
The
fall
had
knocked
the
young
man
unconscious,
thus
he
could
not
follow
protocol
and
deactivate
his
shields.
As
the
stardestroyer
detonated,
a
cloud
of
fuel
entered
the
atmosphere.
This
pollutant
reached
the
shuttle
and
ignited
the
atmosphere,
killing
all
Jedi
on
the
planet.

This
is
the
tale
of
how
Ensign
Grevial
received
the
highest
decoration
the
Brotherhood
could
award
him
as
well
as
how
he
became
General
Grevial,
the
Jedi
Bane.