AN: I have a love of twisting, turning, and, evolving morality. Don't think you can predict this plot or where it is going. If you think it is going one way, LOOK OUT! You are about to be blind-sided.

Beware twisted morality ahead...

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A few galactic centuries or so ago...

My friend and college Nam Poorf was a human male like I. He was in the same Jedi creche as I. We were raised together from infant-hood. We learned the art of Lightsaber combat together under the masters of the Jedi Order. We learned to feel the Force and manipulate the world around us with it. How to heal the flesh. How to grow and control nature.

We failed the initiate trials to become Jedi Padawans together. I failed for aggressiveness and apathy. He failed for being a know-it-all and cowardice.

We joined the Agriculture Service Corps of the Jedi Oder together. We learned the things that most Jedi Knights know through flash-training, as all Agricorps do. We were told to practice the programmed skills on our free time. Nam didn't practice very often. I practice every chance I get.

The real difference between he and I now, is that I am angry about my life of service. He is grateful for his.

We were brothers in every sense of the word. I made anyone that tried to stop us in our duties cry in unjedi-like agony and he talked us out of trouble almost every day. I resented his knowledge filled mind strongly and he loathed my existence.

True brothers.

We were headed to Coruscant when it happened. Nam, the navigator. I, the pilot. I was piloting a vessel registered as a Class VI Bulk Freighter. We had unloaded and were returning for another trip. We had delivered 2,000 tons of denta beans, pickles, dry soap, bacta patches, and med-kits to the poor and down-trodden of the strip-mined world of Bonaban.

Such is the life of a Jedi drop-out.

Coruscant is where we were to pick up another load before heading out again. That would have been too nice a job for the universe to throw at me. Life has never been that simple though.

First I felt pain. As if a million blaster bolts slammed into my skull in a single instant. I fell to my knees. The ghosts of thousands of Jedi cried out at once. It felt as if the universe had ended. I felt The Masters who had raised me from infant-hood die in misery. I felt the younglings in the temple get slaughtered like animals.

Rage took hold of me. I closed my eyes and screamed in pain and anger. I had never felt so angry and helpless. All those force sensitives crying out in death was a terrible and mind-changing experience to a force sensitive mind.

The force was strong in me. It manifested my mind's excitation with the power of what is known as 'Sith Lightning'. I blasted the small cock-pit containing Nam and I with a ten minute torrent of pain and anger solidified into pure power. Before this event, I was never very good at dealing with loss. I felt it keenly at the time.

I awoke from my tantrum to the smell of smoke and sparking circuitry. The navigation panel in front of me was warped and smoldering. I smelled the awful scent I associate with a Jedi funeral ritual. I stared at the distant stars of the sky rather than what I knew sat in the co-pilot seat next to me. My eyes were dry of tears. I numbly noted that we had dropped from hyperspace far short of our three week destination.

Maybe this is all a dream? Maybe I did not feel everyone I know die? Maybe I did not cook my only friend with the powers of the dark side?

A glance to the side dashed the notion. Nam's smoldering body and expression of agony told a story in of itself. I had lost control and burned the life out of him in a very painful manner. Most Jedi would be crying in guilt and misery at this point. I was not a regular Jedi though.

I was an Agricorps dropout.

I remember when I was very young the Healer had told me something I had not paid much mind to about human anatomy. When in fetal development the mother's body will sometimes release certain hormones that have an effect on the hormone response of the developing child. These hormone will dull or heighten the response to the infant's brain to certain hormones it is subjected to. I was told I was slow to respond to certain emotion producing hormones.

I and one in fifty humans were given this ability. Sociopath some called it. Borderline anti-social personality disorder to others. Warrior genes to some. It pretty much boiled down to the same thing though. I can make decisions without an emotional influence. Jedi are supposed to suppress guilt. I could just flat-out decide not to have any. It would come innumerable times.

It came in handy at this moment.

I rose from the pilot seat and walked out of the cock-pit, sealing the door behind me. I walked the hundred meters or so to my quarters. A stiff drink got poured into a glass and I sat my ass down in a comfortable reclining massage chair I saved for times like these. I then did what any hiding-from-depression person would do. Calling the remote control to my hand with a simple application of the force.

I turned on the Holo-news.

A blue Chancellor Palpatine started floating in front of me. He looked wrinkled and scarred beyond belief. I forgot a few of my troubles for an instant and concentrated on hearing what the crazy-ass politician had gotten himself into this week.

These Jedi murderers left me scarred, left me deformed, but they could not scar my integrity! They could not deform my resolve! The remaining traitors will be hunted down, rooted out wherever they may hide, and brought to justice, dead or alive! All collaborators will suffer the same fate. Those who protect the enemy are the enemy! Now is the time! Now we will strike back! Now we will destroy the destroyers! Death to the enemies of the democracy!

This has been the most trying of times, but we have passed the test. The war is over!

The Separatists have been utterly defeated, and the Republic will stand. United! United and free!

The Jedi Rebellion was our final test—it was the last gasp of the forces of darkness! Now we have left that darkness behind us forever, and a new day has begun! It is morning in the Republic!

Never again will we be divided! Never again will sector turn against sector, planet turn against planet, sibling turn against sibling. We are one nation, indivisible!

To ensure that we will always stand together, that we will always speak with a single voice and act with a single hand, the Republic must change. We must evolve. We must grow. We have become an empire in fact; let us become an Empire in name as well! We are the first Galactic Empire!

We are an Empire that will continue to be ruled by this august body! We are an Empire that will never return to the political manoeuvring and corruption that have wounded us so deeply; we are an Empire that will be directed by a single sovereign, chosen for life!

We are an Empire ruled by the majority! An Empire ruled by a new Constitution! An Empire of laws, not of politicians! An Empire devoted to the preservation of a just society. Of a safe and secure society! We are an Empire that will stand ten thousand years!

We will celebrate the anniversary of this day as Empire Day. For the sake of our children. For our children's children! For the next ten thousand years! Safety! Security! Justice and peace!

Say it with me! Safety, Security, Justice, and Peace! Safety, Security, Justice, and Peace!

The holo-unit burst into sparks as my mind crushed it into a little plasteel ball. The bottle of ale next to me got drained in a few seconds after that. I glared at the bulkhead in-front of me and thought about my options as a traitor to the new Empire. I swore then and there to see Palpatine destroyed. Not killed, as that would be to good for him. I want him to feel the death of everyone he cared about and be helpless to stop it. I want him to feel fear and pain to the end of time. I want him to live forever as my metaphorical and literal toilet.

I wanted to breathe smoke.

All those innocent younglings who died in agony... I felt them all.

I want to avenge them in a way no Jedi ever would.