*Han sat down in his ship, double checking his coordinates. He was headed home, to Tatooine to visit some friends, and to take a vacation. Little did he know that a dark man was on his tail, watching his every move, and had a nasty suprise for him.*

"C'mon, girl, lets get this thing rolling. I wanna be home ASAP" Han said to his ship, kind of absentmindedly, not remembering that the ship was just that, a ship, not a person. He shook his head, and then plotted the coordinates, and then sat back and took a nap.

*Darth Brimstone Stood on the desert planet of Tatooine. He could feel Skywalker's presence, and knew he would be arriving soon. Brimstone had been Waiting for 5 years, to take revenge upon Skywalker for the pain Skywalker had caused him, by killing his master.*

<font color =red> "I will have my revenge, and it will be soon." Brimstone said, to himself, cursing the man who had killed the person who was like a father to him.
"Skywalker will pay, with his life."</font color>

*BEEEP BEEEP BEEEP! The sound of the Hyperspace alarm woke Han as he neared the atmosphere of his home planet. He stared out at the sandy orange planet, and smiled.*

"Its so good being home." Han said, plotting his landing vector at the family housing area, and pulling in the atmosphere for descent. He felt something, a twinge in the force, but did not know what it was, all he knew was that it was close.

*Brimstone had been to the Skywalker Compound well before Han had ever reached the planet. All of Han's family's assistants were brutally slain by BrimStone and placed out front, in order to frustrate han, and turn him to the dark side through anger.*

<font color = red> "Lets see just how much anger is in you, boy. I will take you to the depths of hell, and show you jsut how much anger and sadness you have caused me. You will suffer, suffer great.</font color>
Brimstone thought to himself, his lip turning to a sneer.

*Something troubled Han as he left the landing pad and walked toward the compund. As he neared the compound, He saw the bodies, skinned alive, and then left to rot. The sight was too much for him, and then he fell to the ground weeping.
As he sat there, his head in his palms, he felt something dark, and For the first time in his life, his judgement was clouded. He believed that whatever it was had killed all those people, and deserved to die. on the other hand he also knew that allowing his anger to fuel him, would mean a sure turn to the darkside. He just couldn't handle it. He got up, and turned around. He was faced with a man who looked like a miror image of himself.*

"What the-" Han sputtered.

"Carnage is wonderful, is it not?" Brimstone Sneered.

*Han looked in shock.*

"If you are looking for the person who commited this atrocity, you have found him." Brismtone continued his evil sneer.

"But...But...Why?" Han stammered.


"Because i could." The sith Shrugged.


"Now that i have killed all them, it is time for me to take my ultimate revenge, and put to death the man who killed my master. That man, is you."

*Han's rage welled up inside of him, and he struck at Brimstone, who barely blocked the saber shot, as both lightsabers ignited at the same time, Brimstones Twin red, and Han's single auburn. They continued battling, for hours, until Brimstone could fight no longer. Brimsotne fell to the ground, and waved Han off, beginning to say something. Han knew of the tricks of the sith, but felt that what Brimstone had to say would be important.


*Brimstone looked at Han and spoke*

"Before you kill me, know this. I am your twin brother. I was stolen by the sith at birth and raised by a sith master, who you later killed. We are blood, Han. We had the same parents." Brimstone sneered after catching his breath and sweep kicked the pausing Han who was pondering the consequences of his actions.


"Of course, i vowed my revenge, so it obviously doesn't affect me."


"You killed all those people just to have your revenge? Well too bad. You've made the mistake of crossing me in the mood i'm in." Han jabbed his full powered blade right in the heart of Brimstone, and watched his shocked expression as he died.


*Han fell to the ground next to the body of the dead sith, and wept. He knew he had let his anger get the best of him, and he knew he had failed his Jedi code. He knew only one thing to do. He had to speak to Organa Solo, and gain her advice. He could no longer stay a rogue jedi. If he did, he would surely turn completly to the darkside. His only choice was top try to return to the jedi.

Anger. Rage. Hatred.... A void. A Sith presence no longer registers... A void.

Snack's eyes opened as he snapped out of his meditation trance. The vision was of the future he figured, and it was of a fellow member of the Order he co-lead, Brimstone. There was sand, a lot of sand, and a brown type dome signifying a house. Tatooine.

Standing up, the Elder Sith Lord called out to his two lightsabers laying on the ground a few feet away. They flew to his hands, at which point he clipped them onto his belt. As he exited the room, he called out to his cloak, which flew to his person and clung over his back and around his shoulders. He was on a mission.

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The fuzziness of the gas clouds that spun around his personal craft halted and merged into white star lines imposed on a black template then into fine pinpoints. Through the front view finder hung the dry brown planet of Tatooine; a revolving mass of history. Snack set a course for an unpopulated area to land, that he hoped was close enough to the place which he saw in his vision.

Upon setting down, the Sith made his preparations, pulled the hood of his cloak around his head, and set off, opening himself up to the Force. In an instant he could two Force signatures, both familiar. One indeed belonged to Darth Brimstone, the other... to Jedi Knight Han Skywalker. Brimstone did not have a chance against the much more skilled veteran Force user.

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> "It's his fate.. it's his destiny..."<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> The Force spoke to Snack, telling him not to interfere in the affairs going on. Obliging, Snack stretched out his senses even more, following the source of the two.

And that's when it happened. But, unlike the feeling he felt and the vision he saw while meditating, the void of Brimstone's presence wasn't due to his death, but the emergence of a stronger, more enraged presence...

...That emanated from Han. Well, this was interesting. Snack, finally making it to the scene of the short lived battle, looked on. Han knelt beside the now dead Sith, almost weeping; trembling. He was unsure of what to do, and scared. With the hood of his cloak still concealing his facial features, Snack spoke out.

"So much anger, so much rage... all wasted on a weakling. I thought you knew better, Han..."

*Han looked up from his kneeling, and stood, his hands immediatley going towards his belt, as he turned around to witness a man in a dark cloak which covered his body, and concelaed his face.*

"That...Voice.....it can only be one man. The one that they call Darth Snack. Just what are you implying, Snack? Are you saying you would offer me a better challenge? Or is it....something... else?" Han looked still in anger, but now inquisitivley, at the sith lord, his confusion his anger, his fear and his sadness all wiping his emotions at once. He waited for the Sith Lord to speak.

"You should already know that I'd offer you a better challenge, young one," Snack spat out. He kept his cold gaze at the Jedi and began to walk closer ever so slowly.

"If you wish to challenge me, go for it. But you'll lose. Just like you're losing now... and have lost your loved ones here..." Snack pointed to those bodies slain at the hands of Brimstone.