InsaneJournal

Who: Ben Kenobi and Starkiller.
What: Gift o-clock and Starkiller's is a doozy.
Where: Starkiller's abode.
When: Tuesday evening.
Rating: PG-13 for Sithy goodness.

This morning Starkiller had awoken as he normally had. Went about his normal morning routine. Wake up, fist bump Lucario, the pair would then meditate, and then it was breakfast time. Though when coming out to the main room, there was a giant banner draped on the wall. A symbol he had never seen before, and most of all he hadn't had the banner the previous night. It was his lightsaber all over again.

Staring at the banner, Starkiller would go about his normal activities. Never looking far from the tapestry. It had this strange draw to him. Like the Force was willing him to it.

By the evening though, the draw had the young man fiercely. He had to know more. Dismissing Lucario, Starkiller approached the great banner and placed his fingers on it. The rest him him like a freight train. The planet Kashyyyk, a little hut where he was being raised by his parents, his name... Galen Marek. Darth Vader. His master coming in. Cutting his parents down with ease. Learning his Force capabilities. Taking him. Harboring him to use him as the weapon he was now.

And just like that, Starkiller was back in his main room. No, not Starkiller- Galen. Staring at the banner, the draw was too much. He knew he shouldn't have been greedy, but the tapestry demanded to be touched again, and he caved easily. Placing both hands on it, Galen took in the vision. Corellia and the Corellian Treaty. Bringing all sorts of politicians to the planet. Organa. He knew the man. Memories rushing in to his head with a gasp. Leia. She was transmitting through PROXY. He knew her, and more. Then the Imperials. The attack was swift and direct. Stormtroopers gathering the senators. Darth Vader then betraying Starkil- NO! Galen. Betraying Galen a second time. Informing him that he was always just a tool to the Emperor. Not a weapon and wouldbe Sith apprentice. Just a pawn for the Sidious. Just as the vision was throwing Galen over the cliff, he snapped to falling to his knees.

Staring at the banner, Galen felt the tears running down his face. He was betrayed a second time. He did as he was told. Taught. Instructed. He was a damn good apprentice. Galen was the best! Galen felt the rage building up in him. He wasn't just some disgusting shell to be used at leisure. He was Starkiller! Sith! No? He was Galen Marek, son of Jedi. His mind fumbled with the choices at hand, but only built his rage up further. With a scream, he let out the Force welled up in him, blowing out a number of windows. "I am not a tool. I am a weapon. I am Sith." Galen- no, Starkiller stated to himself. "Peace is a lie." Galen breathed heavily as he reached out with the Force. "There is only passion." He pushed out with the Force hearing some wood snap and other creak under the pressure from the Force. "Through passion, I gain strength." Starkiller. He was Starkiller. Reaching further with the Force he felt and pulled in more hearing the house groan under the pressure.

Then someone was bursting through the door. Not even thinking, he willed his lightsaber right to his hand from the other room, igniting the red blade facing the intruder. Kenobi. "I will not be used any more. Not by you. NOT BY ANYONE. I WILL NEVER BE USED OR BETRAYED AGAIN!"