The Emberstrike Legacy

Here is another throwback piece of fan fiction for fun. Enjoy!

Alright, so, I’ve been having a lot of fun writing swtor fan fic about my Sith Warrior. So I decided that I would take a stab at writing something coherent, a little more fleshed out. I figure, it’s a good way to dabble my way back into working on projects, and if I decide to abandon it for an actual project, there’s no harm.

Karone Emberstrike was the heir to a great Sith legacy. The force had been flowing through her veins for several centuries now, making her family’s legacy one of the oldest surviving. Both of her parents were Sith, having met at the academy when they were young. She was pale skinned, tall, and undeniably human. The deep red skin and golden eyes of the “true Sith” had long since died out in her bloodline. For that reason, while the Emberstrike legacy was ancient, they were not as revered as those who still bore the genetic markers of their heritage.

She had grown up traveling the galaxy with her parents and oftentimes, their companions. The hum of a ship, deep conversation, and peels of laughter were the sounds that lulled her to sleep as a child. She was schooled by her parents in practical matters as well as academia, and she grew to be a strong, resourceful young woman. But there was one topic that she heard her parents speak of only after everyone else was fast asleep. Their soft voices became strained as they conveyed their passion in hushed tones.

“She is our legacy,” her mother hissed. “Her place at the academy has been assured since birth. With her talents, she is bound to become the apprentice to a great Lord.”

“Elana, no. The academy is not what it was when we were there. They are gearing up for more conflict with the Republic. They are recruiting anyone with even a speck of force potential. You know that there is far less prestige to be had – they are far more concerned with churning out bloodthirsty killers.”

“Would you deny my heir her chance for greatness?”

“She can be great without a lightsaber.”

Karone heard her mother scoff.

“You don’t think that she can handle herself, do you?”

“She is our daughter – of course she could.”

“Then why do you stop her?”

“I do not like what the Sith are becoming. They have embraced the darkness too fully. There is much to learn from the light.”

“Bite your tongue!”

“Quiet, Elana.”

Her mother’s voice dropped. Karone had to take a few steps further down the hall in order to hear. Even then, she strained to hear over her heartbeat.

“…In thousands of years! If others knew…”

“Suppressing these ideas is why the sides are so far apart now. There was once a time when the Sith and the Jedi were not so different.”

Karone couldn’t help but smile. Her father, the scholar.

“Your daughter will…”

Karone felt a hand clap down on her shoulder. She silently wheeled around. Kahuk, her father’s long time Mandalorian friend, held a finger to his lips. He released her shoulder and pointed back down the corridor, towards her quarters. Karone shook her head. Kahuk tilted his chin down – he towered over even her. The dim light caught the silver flecks of his hair. He shook his head slowly, then pointed.

She knew that this was not an argument she could win. It was the only way to avoid being exposed, so she walked back to her quarters, pondering her fate as sleep washed over her.

It was not normal to see such division between her parents. They had always presented a united front. She now wondered what pains they had taken to make this appearance possible.

Fortunately, she did not have to wonder about her future for long. They docked at an Imperial port on Tattooine a day later, and rather than the excavation trip that had been planned, they found themselves faced with a Sith Lord. The look on her father’s face was pure outrage. He knew, as Karone guessed, that her mother had decided to take matters into her own hands. She wondered whether her father would make a scene, but it was all handled calmly.

Lord Varek feigned surprise at seeing her mother, and she at him. He then glanced over at Karone. She had met Sith friends of her parents before, but never one with red eyes. It was intriguing and yet, she looked away. She had thought herself braver than this.

Varek asked about Karone – was she doing well in her studies? Then, the question that changed everything. Had her Force potential been evaluated? Her mother responded that no, it hadn’t. Her tone was so smooth, she made it sound as trivial as if she had forgotten to pick up eggs. She must be evaluated! Why, Lord Varek just happened to have the time. How fortunate, her mother responded. Karone was then whisked away to confirm what every Force sensitive person could tell from half a planet away – she was very strong in the Force.

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