Prologue

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Slavery was the only thing I had ever known during my life of Nal Hutta, and it was all my family knew. I was a bastard child to a single mother who had spent her life pleasing Folbi the Hutt's guests. I guess I was lucky, I could have been reborn as a Cortosis miner or even a pleasure slave like my mother.

Instead I was used as a mechanic and programmer, making sure that Folbi's droids were up to snuff. Ever since I was a young boy, I had an affinity to technology that I never had in my past life. In my past life, I was a writer. I was a dreamer. I was in no way technologically gifted and actually broke a toaster once trying to fix it.

But I didn't question it. I used it. I used it to develop a network of informants and spies. The cleaning droids became my eyes and ears inside the guest quarters, the security droids became my informants, telling me who entered the palace and when. I may be a slave, but I had the knowledge and skills to change that.

And I would change that.

When I first woke up in this world, I thought things would be amazing, fantastic, superb! I was in the Star Wars universe! Sure, it was the Old Republic time period when Vitiate still wanted to eat the universe, but hey! Someone else would take care of that, right?

I was wrong.

Every dream I had of the Star Wars Universe were shattered as I watched my mother debase herself to pleasure some of the Hutts guests.

So I plotted. I let the rage I held inside of me simmer as I planned for the day we would kill the Hutt and leave, never to see Nal Hutta again.

I was seven when I started planning, plotting, waiting for the opportune time to strike.

I was twelve when I realized I was Force Sensitive.

I probably should have noticed it sooner, my almost uncanny ability to understand machines, my ability to sense danger, my ability to shrink into myself and almost seem to disappear from a persons notice even if they were looking right at me, even somewhat sensing the more Force attuned items that the Hutt's thugs would bring in.

Like that lightsaber crystal that I stole and stored in one of my droid's chassis.

I was working on one of Folbi's droids when one of the Hutt's men came in and started roughing me up, calling me names, tossing me around, nothing that hasn't been done before.

I was a slave after all, I wasnothing more than someone to lord their superiority over most days.

But then he started messing with my droids, and I freaked. I something happened to them under my care, Folbi would not be pleased and he would take his frustration out on me or my mother.

I refused for that to happen, so I snapped. I wanted him away.

The resulting wall of force that slammed into him isn't what killed him, but the impact into the wall on the other side of the room did. A broken neck tends to be dangerous.

So I tweaked my plans.

Nothing big, nothing serious, but I did tweak my plans and I practiced.

If I had the Force, then I had the potential to do so much. I could use the force to lift stuff, to read minds, to kill Hutts…

I was seventeen when I finally killed Folbi.

It wasn't glamorous, it wasn't fancy, it was simple and to the point. As a Hutt, Folbi was often calling upon Bounty Hunters to take down high risk targets. More often then not, they would have at least one Vibroblade in their possession.

Stealing it was of little difficulty thanks to my veritable army of droids, and lodging it in the Hutts eye was something that would fuel my good dreams for weeks.

I thought I was in the clear. I had wiped the security cameras, I had made sure to use the Force when handling the blade so that I wouldn't leave anything that could be tracked back to me, I had even returned the knife to its owner before anyone in the palace had woken up.

It was foolproof.

Except… it wasn't.

Before I could return to the room I shared with my mom, I was approached by one of the Hutt's lieutenants, a human male with brown hair and green eyes.

Apparently he had been watching me for years and had suspected I was Force sensitive. As it turns out, he was an Imperial Spy, set out to keep an eye on the Hutt Cartel.

He gave me a choice, allow him to take me in peaceably where I would then be taken to Korriban to be trained as a Sith, or he would stun me and end up in the same place. If I came peacefully, he would ensure my Mothers safe passage to Dromund Kass where she would be given a job and a living wage.

So, I accepted.

And thus started my path to the Dark Side.

My Name is Jaxon Typho and this is how I went from being a Slave to being a Master of the Sith.

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And scene.

Well, I've had this idea floating around my head for a while and only recently decided to actually write it. As you can probably tell, I'm in a Star Wars mood.

I hope you enjoy this prologue as the next chapter will be the start of his journey on Korriban.

Thanks for reading.

The Nameless Scribe.