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PROLOUGE

Jorus Colton, Emperor's Hand, was reeling. His Master, was dead. And in the last moment before his death, Darth Sidious telepathically sent one last command to his Hands. YOU WILL KILL LUKE SKYWALKER!!!

Ten years later, 14 ABY

Jorus had never been able to reunite with his Master after he had reappeared in a clone body three years earlier. Right now he was flying to Tatooine to find work with the Hutts there. Suddenly, he dropped out of hyperspace! A light so bright that it was almost painful to look at appeared in front of him! He was being pulled towards it, as if there was a tractor beam there. The little ship entered the light, then... blackness, suddenly broken by the light of a pale star. He was on a planet?

Somehow, his ship's engine refused to start. He was stranded here. Marooned.

Many, many years later

He had turned to training his lightsaber skills and his Force abilities, in order to stay sane. He hadn't aged at all, for all he could tell. Not physically. He had soon discovered that he did not need sustenance on this planet. But now, as he sat in his ship for the latest of so many times, hoping against all odds that it would start, he was shocked when the vessel suddenly roared into life with no assistance form him. He let out a cry of joy, an emotion he rarely felt anymore. Long ago he had abandoned his old name, his weak name. Jorus Colton was dead; Darth Thanatos had been born. 