A/N: Hello, everyone! As you probably noticed, I deleted two seasons of the Will of the Force. The reason is that I decided to remaster both seasons and fuse the whole story into one. I'll extend the old chapters, while also adding entirely new chapters to the earlier parts of the story. Adding new chapters to the previous season, switching them etc. etc. would be a pain for me and confusing for you, so I decided to start from scratch. I hope it will be to your liking! ;)

Disclaimer– all original Star Wars characters in this fanfic (excluding my OC's) are the property of Lucasfilm and Disney.

Chapter 1 "Unparalleled Help – part 1"

In 42 BBY, the Sith Lord Darth Plagueis and his Sith apprentice, Darth Sidious, were able to shift the Force and tip it towards the dark side after months of intense meditation. Plagueis sought to manipulate the midi-chlorians and use them to gain power over life and death. He was able to resurrect the Bith Darth Venamis (whom he had used as a test subject for years) using only the power of the Force. Using his new-found ability to heal his own body, Plagueis decided to take his powers further and reached out to the midi-chlorians across the galaxy to gain dominance over them, but the Force resisted his efforts and refused. In response, the midi-chlorians acted of their own accord and conceived a child within the human slave Shmi Skywalker.

However, Darth Plagueis never stopped manipulating the midi-chlorians, continuing the research on them as he saw fit to destroy the Republic and the Jedi. The Force had enough of being used and started forming a plan. It hoped that the Jedi would restore the balance, but they didn't understand the true meaning of the word. Few of them understood the visions and signs from the Force, but the Jedi Council didn't listen to them. They were blindly clinging to their code and the light side, not realizing the full potential of the Force. The Jedi Masters taught younger generations 'everything' about the Force, but that wasn't true. Even the one called Yoda, despite his experience, had only a fraction of the possible knowledge.

In 38 BBY, the Force itself decided, it needed a much more robust and permanent solution. Someone who would understand its rules, someone who could be a physical extension of its will. The last chance for the Jedi and Sith. Once again, the midi-chlorians conceived a child, this time, within a female Firrerreo, Tashia Virlo. The Force also granted Darth Plagueis a vision: the exact place, where the child will be born. The Sith Lord reacted immediately, traveling to the planet Firrerre, intending to kidnap the female, by any means necessary.

After a successful abduction, Darth Plagueis transported the young female to Arkania, the adopted homeworld of the white-eyed humanoids called Arkanians. They were well-known throughout the galaxy for their extremely reclusive scientists that specialized in genetic manipulations and cybernetics. One such scientist was a self-absorbed, amoral, and ambitious individual named Negeth Savir. The only goal in his life was to extend his impressive knowledge and looking for a worthy task to challenge his skills. Darth Plagueis gave him just that. He instructed Negeth to modify the child in his mother's womb genetically, erase all racial weaknesses and, if possible, mix his genetic code with strong races that would be compatible with his own genetic code.

But Darth Plagueis didn't know that all this was planned. The Force itself would train this child. The Force as a whole would give them all an ultimatum: either there will be a balance, or all the living things in the galaxy would cease to exist.

37 BBY – Perave System, Arkania, Underground Research Facility.

Darth Plagueis walked down the dimly lit corridor, heading for the main laboratory door. His pale, thin face was full of excitement, and he was smirking underneath his transpirator mask. For the first time in his life, he couldn't wait to see the results of another scientist's work. Usually, only his studies and research would be considered a top priority, and he wouldn't care about anything else. This time, however, it was different. He was about to see a child conceived by the Force and genetically modified to be his greatest weapon.

The moment Plagueis entered the room, he was struck by the foul stench of decaying corpses, blood, urine, and other bodily fluids. Fortunately, he was accustomed to the smell, thanks to the fact that he also experimented on multiple occasions, which resulted in similar environments. The sight he witnessed would have brought a cold sweat and shivers down his spine if he wasn't a black-hearted Sith Lord.

The larger part of the floor was covered with clotted blood, dead and dismembered bodies were lying on the tables. The shelves were full of body parts from various species. To put it simply: the room resembled an overpopulated morgue.

Darth Plagueis immediately noticed an older man walking between the bodies. His white cloak and silver-white hair contrasted with the bloody corpses. He was the infamous Doctor Negeth Savir.

The scientist was so focused on the datapad in his hand that he didn't even flinch when the Sith Lord stood behind him. If he did notice the presence of the Dark Lord, he didn't show any reaction.

Darth Plagueis cleared his throat. "Doctor Negeth, I trust that you completed the task I have given you?" asked the Sith Lord with his metallic voice.

The old Arkanian turned around and craned his neck to look up at the Sith Lord with his pure white eyes. "Of course," he replied with a smirk. "Thanks to his natural healing factor, he survived my modifications. It was easier than I anticipated. Therefore, it was not much of a challenge," he pointed with one of his four fingers at the female body tied to the table in the corner.

When Darth Plagueis approached her, he immediately recognized the golden-skinned female. She was the kidnapped mother of the child, and to his surprise, she was still alive.

The funny thing was, the only thing that didn't change was her ginger-white hair. Bruises, silver scars, and needle pricks covered her body, especially in the stomach region. The once healthy and pretty female was now a living test subject. The Sith Lord could feel her pain, fear, and humiliation, but most of all, he could feel her anger. Her green eyes were full of pure hatred, and he could hear her growling now and then. She was like a wounded, wild animal, trapped in a snare. It was a fascinating sight. However, even that didn't draw his attention as much as the baby boy that lay beside her.

Just like his mother, the boy had golden, though a little darker, skin complexion. Two small horns were sprouting from his skull. The Sith Lord also noticed that the boy had amber eyes with vertical pupils, but the thing that struck him the most was the fact that the boy had a whip-like tail. He was sure that this race didn't have tails. To his surprise, the boy was not crying and was surprisingly calm.

"That's the side effect of all genetic mutations," the scientist spoke, interrupting Plagueis's thoughts. "Along with the eyes, and the long tongue. Strange birthmarks are not my doing."

"Birthmarks?" Plagueis asked, fixing his eyes on the scientist.

The Arkanian approached them and pointed at the child. "Check his hands."

The Muun leaned over the boy, focusing on his small hands. The boy had two silver birthmarks on each hand, four in total. Darth Plagueis recognized only two of them: the ancient symbol of the dark side and the ancient symbol of the light side, the two other symbols were unknown to him.

"Are all racial weaknesses erased?" he asked.

"Firrerreos don't have any specific weaknesses, so I didn't have to work on anything there," the Arkanian answered. "Thanks to the modifications, he'll be naturally stronger, faster, more agile, and smarter than an average Firrerreo. The best part is that since his species already have better physical attributes than humans, you can just imagine how superior he will be."

"Hmmm... I see," the Muun nodded and followed up with another question, not taking his eyes off the boy. "What species did you use, and what abilities did he obtain through the modifications?"

"I mixed the boy's DNA with genes from Zabrak, Falleen, Noghri, Trandoshan, Togruta, and Anzati in that order," Doctor Negeth replied. "I didn't choose the species randomly. All of them have similarities with the Firrerreos. The greatest work is the healing factor. Firrerreos's already impressive ability to regenerate was enhanced by the Anzati and the Trandoshan genes. Not only they made the healing factor much faster, but it can also regrow lost limbs along with bones. The DNA from Noghri and Togruta enhanced his senses. His smell and hearing are going to be much better. Considering Noghri's sense of smell was so attuned that they were capable of telling a person's bloodline by scent alone, you just imagine the results. Thanks to the Zabrak genes, his body developed a pair of horns and a second heart. Not to mention a great resistance to pain. He'll have almost nonending stamina, which will give him an edge in every fight. Combat aside, the mix of Zabrak, Togruta, and Falleen DNA will give him a strikingly beautiful appearance. In addition to his looks, Falleen genes will give him the ability to exude powerful pheromones. Even stronger than the Zeltron ones. It will make him irresistible, which could really prove handy in negotiations if you're willing to teach him some diplomacy."

Doctor Negeth placed his datapad on the table. "You will find more specific information on this datapad."

Focusing his gaze on the mother who was growling at them and cursing with her native language, the Arkanian asked. "Do you mind if I keep the mother of the boy?"

"She is yours after you finish your work, Doctor," replied the Sith Lord. He had a hunch what the Arkanian was planning to do with the female, but he didn't care. She served her purpose, and now, she was disposable.

Darth Plagueis re-centered his thoughts about the used species and began to see the pattern here. All of the genes that were used to modify this child belonged to natural hunters and predators. The Falleen, Trandoshans, and Noghri were reptilian-like species. That means the long tail, eyes, and tongue are the side-effects of their genes.

Still, the birthmarks were a strange phenomenon. The boy was a Force-sensitive, yes, but that didn't explain why four symbols appeared on his hands. Was this his and Sidious's doing when they manipulated the midi-chlorines, or something else. As intriguing as it was, Plagueis would have a lot of time to do his own research.

"This boy will be the best assassin in the whole galaxy," he thought, but there was still one important question he needed to ask.

"Tell me, Doctor... how can he be killed?" he asked, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. The Doctor did an excellent job, but the Dark Lord didn't want a weapon that couldn't be controlled.

"His modified healing factor will repair any damage, and although drugs, viruses, and even poisons will have an effect on him, his body will just keep healing itself. Even alcohol will have no effect on him. But..." the Doctor raised his finger. "...his healing factor, no matter how strong, cannot function without the brain. That means decapitation, drowning, stabbing through the eye, and any type of lethal damage to the brain will kill him. But still..." he smiled proudly. "...considering all his abilities, it will be very hard. I can even say that, if he does get into a fight, but will fight cunningly, he will be almost impossible to kill."

The Sith Lord raised his eyebrows at the comment, clearly surprised. It was very rare for an Arkanian to praise someone other than themselves. It was proof that the boy was a living masterpiece. Now, there was only one thing left to do.

"Do you have the chip I gave you?" Plagueis asked.

"Of course," Doctor Negeth replied, reaching into his coat pocket and pulling out an inhibitor chip. "It only needs to be properly programmed, and after that, surgically implanted into his brain. We can do this right now in my office," he stated. "After that, I'll prepare the tools to finish my work, you'll pay me, and the boy is yours."

After Darth Plagueis nodded approvingly, he and Doctor Negeth Savir left the laboratory, locking the door behind them. Even then, the bound female didn't stop cursing and growling. Words couldn't describe how much she hated both men, especially the old Arkanian. Finally exhausted, she stopped struggling and began breathing heavily. She didn't want it to end this way. She didn't care what would happen to her; the only thing she cared about was her child's safety.

Suddenly, she heard a humming sound coming from above her. A yellow lightsaber blade pierced through metal and begun cutting a circle, like a workshop laser cutter. A few seconds later, a large, round piece of metal fell to the floor. Immediately after, a cloaked figure jumped down, right beside her. The stranger took off their hood, revealing a female Togrutan face.

She raised a finger to her lips and held it there as a signal to Tashia to stay quiet. She quickly approached the table and started untying the bounded female.

"Don't worry, I'm here to help you," she whispered with a reassuring smile. "My name is Zai'shira."

The Firrerreo fixed her gaze on the Togruta, observing her carefully. Her horn-like montrals framed her orange-skinned face like an elaborate headdress. The white, fang-like markings on her cheeks gave her a slightly predatory look. She was wearing the traditional Togruta attire, including the sash and the akul-tooth headdress.

When she was free, Tashia immediately grabbed her child, holding him in her arms for the first time since his birth. She gazed into the crystal-blue eyes of her savior. Usually, the Firrerreo didn't trust strangers, but in this situation, she was willing to risk everything for her boy.

"Thank you," she spoke in basic. "My name is Tashia Virlo."

The Togruta eyes widen. Not only did the female speak basic, but she revealed her name. The Firrerreos believed that one could 'own' the name of another person. Therefore would rarely give out their name to another unless it was their mate or a close friend.

Zai'shira put her hand on the mother's shoulder. "I will bring you both to safety," she said, looking around. "Just give me a few seconds to find-"

"No!" Tashia yelled with watery eyes. "Just take my boy and go without me! I'll just slow you down!"

"That's not an option Tashia," Zai'shira argued, shaking her head. "The boy needs a mother, and I will manage to save you both. You have to trust me."

"My son needs to live, and that's the most important thing to me!" she said forcefully. "I won't risk him being turned into some kind of weapon! They already changed him physically! I won't let them put a chip in his brain and turn him into a cold-blooded killer! If you truly want to help, then take him!" she pleaded.

"You'll die if you stay here," Zai'shira said, trying to talk some sense into her. "And for what? For buying me a few seconds?"

"Giving you a few seconds is better than slowing you down!" Tashia replied. "I'm too exhausted to escape and you can't carry us both!"

Zai'shira realized that no matter how hard she tried, she wouldn't be able to convince Tashia to change her mind. Maybe if she had more time, but in this situation, she didn't have it. With a heavy heart, she carefully took the boy in her arms. "What's his name?" she asked.

Tashia exhaled. The only thing she could give her son was a name. "Deiven," she replied with a weak smile. "Take this," Tashia pointed at the datapad lying on the table. "It has information on whatever they did to him. Maybe you can use it to help him to live a normal life."

Zai'shira nodded to the mother and took the datapad, hiding it in her coat pocket. "What are you planning to do, Tashia?" she asked.

"I plan to take revenge on that Arkanian bastard so that he won't hurt anyone else," she replied with a growl. "At least maybe I can buy you a few seconds and increase your chances of escape."

The Togruta sighed and nodded. She didn't like this idea, but it was her choice, even if it meant her death. Hiding the boy under her cloak to keep him warm, she looked one last time into Tashia's eyes. "Good luck," honestly, she didn't know what else to say to her.

"May you be shielded from the wind," Tashia responded with a faint smile.

Zai'shira crouched and used the Force to jump through the hole she recently made. All this time, she was hiding her Force signature because she knew, Darth Plagueis would sense her presence. But now, she was using it to enhance her speed so that she could go as fast as she could. It was only a matter of seconds before the Dark Lord would notice that she was here and what she had done.

The moment Zai'shira used the Force, Darth Plagueis recognized her Force signature, the one he hated more than any other. His whole body tensed up while his eyes widened in shock and fear.

"Is there a problem, Lord Plagueis?" Doctor Negeth asked, noticing the Muun sudden change of mood.

Not wasting any time, and without a word of explanation, Darth Plagueis dashed out of the office. He instinctively knew what her goal was, but he didn't understand how she had found him on Arkania. Like always, she was a thorn in his side.

Just like the Togruta predicted, it took him only a couple of seconds to get back to the laboratory. The Dark Lord didn't even wait for Doctor Negeth to open the locked door. Extending his hand, he released a massive Force wave, ripping the metal door from its hinges.

When he entered the room, he immediately noticed that the boy was gone. He ran up to the empty table, looking at the hole in the ceiling. Gritting his teeth underneath the mask and clenching his fists, he was fighting the urge to turn this whole facility into a barren wasteland.

"What happened here?!" he heard the Doctor's voice who was just entering the laboratory.

At first, Darth Plagueis wanted to pursue the Togruta without saying anything, but he began turning to face the Arkanian. "Your lack of security measures has cost me-" he stopped in mid-sentence, focusing his angry gaze at something behind the scientist.

The old Arkanian heard a growling behind him. Turning his head, he only managed to catch a glimpse of golden skin and something shiny. Immediately after, he felt severe pain in his throat. Sinking to his knees with widened eyes, he began to gag on his own blood. He didn't even understand what happened before it was too late.

For an average person, the whole scene happened too fast to follow. The Muun, however, saw everything clearly and in slow-motion. The Firrerreo female snuck behind the Doctor and sliced his throat with a piece of broken glass. He easily could've saved him, but he deserved the punishment for this mess.

Darth Plagueis, even in his anger, had to admit he was impressed by the Firrerreo's ability and determination. Due to his temporary lack of concentration, he didn't sense her presence. If she had attacked him instead of the Arkanian, she would possibly have managed to injure him.

"I admire your skill and tenacity, but your lust for revenge has cost you your life," Darth Plagueis stated. "You should have attacked me first. Then you actually could've had a chance to escape, but now..." he chuckled evilly "...you most certainly will die."

Tashia stared at the Sith Lord in complete silence, with no fear in her eyes. She got her revenge and already bought more than enough time for the Togruta.

Darth Plagueis saw the look and narrowed his yellow eyes ominously. "Do you seriously think that your child is safe?" he asked, folding his arms on his chest. "My dear, unlike this old fool, I always have a backup plan. My apprentice is at the spaceport at this exact moment. So trust me, your new Togruta friend is not leaving this planet alive, and that means, your boy is coming back to me."

With a quick swing, Tashia threw the piece of glass at the Muun, aiming for his head. The Sith Lord didn't even flinch. Without even a hand gesture, the piece of glass stopped in mid-air, millimeters from his face, and then fell down to the floor.

With a scoff, Dart Plagueis extended his hand, hurling arcing bolts of Force lightning from his fingertips. The lightning bolts hit the female, sending her flying backward. With a horrifying scream, Tashia was thrown out of the room, hitting the corridor wall and denting it in a process.

The Dark Lord didn't hold back. Usually, Force lightning was used in a fight or for torture, but this time, it was used for execution. In a few seconds, the golden-skinned Firrerreo was now a charred, smoking corpse. She didn't suffer, and that was the only good thing that happened to her in this place.

After killing the female, Darth Plagueis rolled up his sleeve and activated his comlink, raising it to his transpirator mask. "Sidious, come in," he said.

Almost immediately, his comlink crackled. "Complications, Master?" asked his apprentice.

"Yes," replied Plagueis. "Master Zai'shira Kessen is alive, and she kidnapped my 'project.'"

"What?! She survived?" Sidious asked, not hiding the shock or anger in his voice. "I told you to make sure that she's dead!"

"That's not important right now, my apprentice!" Plagueis snapped and exhaled. "She's probably heading to the spaceport. We cannot allow her to escape. Kill her and take the boy to our ship. I will join you shortly. Do not fail me, Palpatine, do you understand?"

"...Yes, Master," Sidious replied, ending the call.

Darth Plagueis let out a deep sigh and looked around. He had to make sure he left no loose ends. Words couldn't describe how angry he was right now, but he also was inquisitive. How could the Togruta know about the boy, and how had she found this facility so fast? He was sure that the Doctor didn't betray him. The only explanation was that she had a vision, just like him, but why did the Force help him get the child in the first place and then help her?

The Muun left the room, walking past the charred, smoky corpse, and headed back to Negeth's office. While the whole facility was relatively well hidden, he needed to erase all evidence of the experiments so that if Zai'shira informed the Jedi, they would not find anything related to the Sith. A crazy Doctor kidnapped and experimented on innocent for his research. That's all that happened here.

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