Star Wars: I’m in trouble !

The weight of the lightsaber in Kyl's hands felt unnatural, like a coiled serpent waiting to strike. He had never held a weapon like this before—its sleek hilt, its darkened aura. He had taken it from the Sith recruiter, a man whose arrogance had led to his own demise. But now, in the dim glow of his hideout, Kyl could feel the weapon's darkness leeching into the air around him.

He exhaled and set the saber on the floor before him. It pulsed, as if alive, as if whispering to him in a voice he could not yet understand. The Jedi holocron activated with a flicker, and the translucent image of the Jedi Master materialized.

"You must cleanse the crystal, Kyl," she said, her voice laced with concern. "A Sith's blade is not just a tool—it is a conduit for darkness. Left unpurified, it will corrupt its wielder."

Kyl clenched his jaw. "And how do I cleanse it?"

The Master's expression remained impassive. "Through the Force. You must reach within, confront the darkness within yourself, and guide the crystal back to the light."

He hesitated. The process sounded more spiritual than practical. Still, he had seen firsthand what the Force was capable of. He had no reason to doubt her wisdom. Closing his eyes, he grasped the hilt and began to meditate.

The Trial of PurificationThe moment he touched the crystal with his mind, a wave of oppressive energy surged through him. It was cold, filled with whispers of anger, despair, and power. Visions flooded his senses—scenes of destruction, of a red-bladed warrior cutting down enemies without mercy. He felt the intoxicating strength of the Dark Side, its promises of power and control. It was tempting.

"No," he muttered. "This isn't me."

He forced himself to push past the darkness, reaching deeper into the Force, calling upon the lessons of the holocron. He focused on his memories of survival, of growth, of moments where he had fought not for power, but for life. Slowly, he directed that energy into the crystal.

The red hue of the crystal pulsed violently before dimming, its color shifting. When Kyl opened his eyes, he saw the saber's blade ignite—not red, but a bright silver-white, pure and neutral. He exhaled shakily. The blade was no longer a Sith's—it was his.

Refuge Among the ForgottenAfter the events at the Flying Institute, he had needed to find a new hiding place. His apartment was no longer safe, and with the knowledge that powerful forces—Jedi or Sith—might be looking for him, he had relocated to an abandoned maintenance hub deep within Coruscant's lower levels. It was an old workshop, filled with rusted machinery and forgotten droid parts. Not ideal, but it provided shelter and seclusion.

The BB-series droid he had salvaged beeped as it rolled across the room, scanning his new weapon. "Fascinating! Jedi weaponry specifications detected! Shall I run a diagnostic?"

Kyl smirked. "No need, buddy. It works just fine."

The droid tilted its head, then projected a holographic display of various lightsaber combat forms. Kyl watched closely. The holocron had given him knowledge, but knowledge wasn't the same as skill. He activated his saber and mirrored the movements of the Jedi depicted in the hologram. His strikes were sloppy, his footwork unrefined. But with each motion, he improved.

"Again," he muttered, pushing himself harder.

Hours passed as he trained. His connection to the Force had strengthened significantly since he first activated the holocron, and he could feel its influence in his movements. The Force was more than just a tool—it was becoming a part of him.

The Jedi Council Takes NoticeElsewhere, within the grand halls of the Jedi Temple, Master Yoda sat in deep meditation. A disturbance in the Force had plagued him for days—an unknown presence, neither Jedi nor Sith, yet strong enough to ripple through the Force like a stone in a pond. He opened his eyes and turned to Mace Windu and Ki-Adi-Mundi.

"Darkness, yet not fully formed. A presence unknown, there is."

Mace Windu folded his arms. "You believe this individual is a threat?"

"Unclear, the future is," Yoda replied. "But in the shadows, they remain. To act, we must."

The Council deliberated, and it was decided that Jedi Knights would be sent to investigate disturbances in the lower levels. They would move discreetly, seeking signs of an untrained Force-sensitive who had remained hidden for too long.

Darth Sidious and Count Dooku's SchemesDeep within the hidden chambers of the Sith, Darth Sidious stood before a holographic projection of Count Dooku. The Sith Lord's hooded figure flickered as he listened to his master's words.

"There is a new variable in the game," Sidious mused. "A presence in the underworld of Coruscant, one with enough potential to upset the delicate balance we have crafted."

Dooku raised an eyebrow. "A Jedi stray?"

"Not quite. But powerful. I have felt his growth in the Force. He has not yet chosen a path."

Dooku considered this. "Then we must ensure he does."

Sidious smiled, his voice a whisper of malice. "Indeed. The recruiter failed, but there are other ways to test him. Send another, but this time, a more... formidable presence."

A Sense of Encroaching DangerKyl wiped the sweat from his brow, deactivating his saber. His muscles ached, his mind weary from the strain of training. But as he sat back, a cold sensation pricked at the edge of his senses. A feeling of being watched.

He reached out with the Force, but the presence disappeared as quickly as it had come. His gut told him something—or someone—was closing in.

Standing, he clipped the newly purified lightsaber to his belt. He had come too far to be caught unaware now. Whoever was coming for him, Jedi or Sith, he would be ready.

As he sat in the dim light of his hideout, Kyl contemplated the path ahead. He had no master, no allegiance, and yet the weight of the Force pressed upon him, demanding a choice. The Jedi would seek to mold him, the Sith to use him. But what did he want? What kind of person would he become?

For now, all he knew was that the galaxy had noticed him, and his next steps would define his future.