Sith: The Secret Apprentice

The reinstitution of the Sith Academies meant the growth of the Sith across the Empire. Gone is the rule of two in favor of rapidly training **** sensitive foot soldiers, but still the Sith are secretive and untrusting by nature and so some Sith still choose to take an apprentice in secret on top of those they take from the academies.

Darth Malcador traveled to the planet of Jian, uncivilized and wild on the outer rim, with a small contingent of Imperial Troops. He hunted an artifact of the ancient Sith, feeding his obsession with the Sith Prophecy of the Sith'ari, he did not find it. He was met with resistance, a small village armed with archaic weaponry, they fought hard to protect something. Only once he burned villages to the ground, slaughtering the people wholesale, did they flee deep into the jungles of their homeland.

At one village Malcador found something which sent him flying from the planet. A boy, clinging to the corpse of a woman. When Malcador entered the room the boy glared up at him, terrified yet unfaltering, Malcador actually grinned at the fury he felt from the boy.

Slowly, Malcador **** the boy to let go of his mother's corpse, which he had clung to all night. The Sith grabbed the boy by the arm and took him away from the mutilated bodies that had once been those of his parents and friends.

The memory of the first encounter with his Master is ever fresh in his mind. The boy remember's it as if it were yesterday. The way Malcador looked at him. The spark of interest that flashed through the dark lords eyes. The potential instantly perceived in him, a special resonance with the Dark Side of the ****.

Ambition, despair, rage, and something darker all mixed inside the boy. Unlike some - so consumed by their immense anger that they blindly unleash it around them - his has a very specific target. **** against a particular person; his very own master. But that terrible need for vengance was not the only thing which caught Malcador's awful eye.

Evil. In its purest form. There's no better way to turn it. What he has in you is not mere pettiness or a kind of cynicism that makes him indifferent to cruelty. It's a thirst for blood. A willingness to inflict suffering out of sheer pleasure. A deep sadism that Malcador wants to pull out of the boy.

Malcador can sense that the boy has the makings of more than a mere Sith. The boy is what drove Malcador to the planet. The boy was what the **** bid Malcador discover. The boy which Malcador will make the Sith'ari.