Chapter One

Strange New World

Obi-Wan hated his life sometimes. One moment he was guarding a scientist with his Padawan, Anakin Skywalker, that had blown the whistle on a major conspiracy that the Alderaan university was apart of that involved a vergence in the Force. The Arconan had been fearful for his life and his wife a prominent politician so he'd called the Jedi for assistance with the help of his friend. Next thing he knew shortly after they'd arrived at the research site and met their scientist, Professor Batham, they were attacked and Obi-Wan had shoved Anakin out of the way of a bolt and had fallen into well something in the lab that was on when it wasn't supposed to be. Now...he wasn't even sure where he was.

The man he'd been protecting Professor Batham was working on some very experimental energy that supposedly was much more efficient then regular fuel. It could potentially help many Outer Rim with their energy needs without being exploited by some energy exporters such as the Trade Federation. Naturally this attracted the attention of Coru-Energy and as a result he'd become a wanted man as a result. Another being a man named Shoyebi Chun was present using some of the same energy to power a portal...supposedly to another planet that they could travel too...Well it succeed because he was pretty sure that this wasn't Alderaan. Now if he could just find out where he was he'd be happy now.

He was in an abandoned square that looked both overgrown and just evacuated in a hurry. Which of course didn't make sense. Obi-Wan looked around noting the that buildings looked rather like Coruscant only dirty and worn. The plant life didn't resemble anything he'd seen before but then again he wasn't a botanist so he couldn't say for sure. Another thing he noticed was it was really cold. He pulled his cloak in tighter around himself as he walked down the eerily empty city. He looked around to see if he could find at least identifying marker. As he walked he contemplated what he'd last learned before falling here.

"Blast it all," he muttered irritably thanking the Force Anakin wasn't here to hear him mutter. "Where am I?"

Finally he heard a shuffling noising indicating something was coming his way and he turned...an stared boggled eye at on the more ridiculous things he'd every seen in his life. It was a human what he assumed it was male with an extremely pale coloration but for some unfathomable reason someone had decided to put lightsabers in his arms, forearms, elbows, shoulders and knees...and he looked like a white Gamorrean crossed with a practice droid with some spikes for good measure coming from his back. It was a small wonder that the man hadn't impaled himself.

"I am Lord Nyax!" He shouted opening his arms his voice echoing across the empty street. "You will fall to me! And-!"

Whatever was said later was blurred out in Obi-Wan's mind as the sight was so surreal and preposterous. After a brief moment of silence in which evidently Lord Nyax expected a reply Obi-Wan did something that was very un-Jedi like and just plain rude. He laughed. He laughed at the absurd being standing in front of him looking dark and imposing like a creature from a child's holo-comic. It was just so ludicrous. Later he was sure he'd chalk it up to sheer stress and just the sight of his ridiculous foe. Anakin would have a field day with this being.

"Are you laughing?!" Lord Nyax sputtered. He stared at Obi-Wan like he was a madman and really he half wondered if it wasn't the truth because oh my Force this was really happening. He was being threatened by a holo-comic villain.

"My apologies," Obi-Wan said holding his hand as he tried in vain to contain his giggles now that his laughing had subsided. "It's just you look like some from a holo-comic. Who the blazes dresses like this?"

"I am a Dark Jedi!"

"Dark...what?" Now Obi-Wan's laughter petered off into confusion. "I beg your pardon you're a what?" He'd of course heard of Dark Jedi but that wasn't exactly a term flung around with such careless abandon. It was usually used for those that fell into the sway of the Dark Side without the affiliation of the Sith...He was quite frankly suprised that anyone was able to teach this being considering the way he was parading around like a fool. What was wrong with him?

"Dark Jedi!" Lord...kriff it he was not going to think him as a Lord anything save ridiculous shouted mentally incapacitated. "I use the Dark Side at my command! Fear me Jedi scum!"

"And does the Dark Side have a bad fashion sense or is that just you? Honestly I've seen a Sith Lord with far better dress sense then you," Obi-Wan quipped. "Now why don't we sit like civilized beings and talk this out?"

The being bellowed instead of answering and rushed forward. With a whispered of the Force Obi-Wan moved activating his lightsaber and falling into a Soresu stance and before Nyax could react he chopped his right arm off and slashed at the knees deactivating the sabers attached to them. This was ridiculous what was going on here? And why, he thought as he dodged a badly and quite frankly sloppily delivered slash from his remaining arm. Does using the Force make me feel like I'm on steroids and high?

In fact now that he thought about it. (A completely easy thing to do since Nyax was so inept at fighting at all though of course that could be due to his ineptitude) the Force itself felt...off. Gone was the steady flow of insight and wisdom. Now it hummed no roared power. It was like raging rapid instead of a steadily moving river into the vast ocean. In any case it was just gave him a headache which wasn't good considering he was battling someone that had all the finesse of a sledgehammer to duracrete so if he lost his concentration he'd be flattened. Finally he saw an opening and took it. Stabbing him in the heart and making Nyax fall down with a sigh. Obi-Wan deactivated his lightsaber and walked over to him to Nyax's face namely his eyes were still open. He lowered his eyes and covered Nyax's eyes making sure the eyelids were closed and murmured: "You are one with the Force and the Force is with you. Sleep well." He stood up dusting off his knees and looked around to see if he could make a funeral pyre. It was the least he could do. Ridiculous as he was he still was a person. Fortunately he saw plenty of material that he could use with debris littered all around.

Might as well get started on that.