The Tale of Darth Brooks: And the Dark Side Rolls
By Larry Yoakum III
The Tale of Darth Brooks: And the Dark Side Rolls
By Larry Yoakum III
Young Dil was only ten when his family was slaughtered by rabid wookiees. They had the rare disease called Styleria rabies. Dil was the only survivor, for though his family was torn apart and eaten by the wookiees, three men, clad in black robes, saved him, their faces hidden by hoods. They wielded strange swords, which had beams of light for blades. The one who appeared to be the leader had a black light, while his two companions had red ones.
The leader had introduced himself as Lord Byronan and his friends were Apprentices Trylbor and Smath. And since Dil’s family was dead, he was going to come with these men to the secret training hall of the Sith to be with his new family. The head of this new family was Darth Bane, the highest Sith Lord.
Young Dil finally arrived on a world they didn’t tell him the name of. He was taken to a gray temple. It seemed so tall that it appeared to scrape the very sky itself. The main door was larger than his old house and on either side of it were giant skeleton statues. Dil was marched inside. There he met Darth Bane and was put into his new life.
It was a long five years later, but young Dil had reached his fifteenth birthday. He had been with the other trainees, and today was the day that he and the others would compete for apprenticeship for the Sith Lord Nadarn. Dil and the other five young beings were taken to a single room, dimly lit and large and were left there for a long time alone. Dil looked at his competition.
Frigine, a trandoshan girl, orphaned as a baby when her parents were killed by a pack of wild rancors while on vacation on Coruscant, when they were attending a rancor-fighting show. She was brought here by the Sith Recruiting Task Force who took her from the orphanage.
Styk’lanaox Bob, a half-human, half-duro. He was an abused child who ran from home, seeking revenge on his family. The Sith provided it by allowing him to behead his parents and little sister who got all the attention.
Nese Kefi, a human from Dantooine, Rojer Fl’ya-Tito the Forth from Bespin and Analia Korper from an unknown world and an unknown species. Analia appeared to be male and had a bald head, yellow skin, no lips, and one nostril on his nose. Other than that, he appeared to be a human.
Dil looked around at his companions and grew upset and anxious. Why were they in here together? He should be the apprentice, not them. Why even compete. Then it came to him. Obliterate them all. In the Sith, only the strong survive. He closed his eyes and let his anger grow. The others seemed to sense his rising rage and Nese yelled to the others, “Get him! He’s going mad!” They all charged him but Dil raised his hand and a wave of energy shot out and cut through them, their torsos falling in halves on the floor, not even bleeding for the energy cauterized the severed openings.
The lights came on and several Sith were standing where the shadows once were a moment ago. Sith Lord Nadarn and Darth Bane were suddenly in front of Dil.
“Congratulations my young friend,” Darth Bane said to Dil. “Lord Nadarn has chosen you for apprenticeship, and not for the reason that the competition is no longer here, but for that your anger has impressed him.”
Lord Nadarn put his hand on Dil’s shoulder. “Come with me, my apprentice. I have much for you to learn before you can take your place among the Lords of the Sith.”
Seven years after that fateful day in the Chamber of Apprenticeship, Dil was on his first solo mission, assigned by Darth Bane himself. Nadarn had told the Dark Lord of the Sith that his apprentice was ready for a lone task. And it was a good one.
There was a planetary governor in the Republic that was taking bribes from the Sith to let them use the resources on his world, but now he was developing an honest streak. He was going to go to the Jedi Council and let them know the Sith were active again. The Sith had developed a way of hiding themselves from the Jedi. Now Governor Won Ton of Durmych’va wanted to blow their cover. Dil was to take him out, and make it look like it was a suicide. No connection to the Sith or any type of Jedi skills was to be determined. Dil arrived on the world of Durmych’va, landing in the dark woods around the town of Huband Hills and headed by foot towards the planetary capitol, which was not too far from there, about three hours travel.
On his trek through the woods, he sensed a presence following him. The feeling was of a sentient being, but not human. He sensed it to his left in the shadows. He left his saber at his side, knowing he wouldn’t need it yet. A giant beast jumped out and leaped at him, but Dil held his hand up and froze the beast in midair. Looking at it, he saw a creature that was nowhere in the Sith or Republic archives. It was almost 5 meters tall, with two blood red horns upon its brow. Its back held long leathery wings, like those of a mynock. Its head was that of a horse. It spoke in a deep dark voice, growling at Dil. “What manner of man are you?”
“I was just thinking that of you, beast.”
“I am the Beast of Durmych’va, and I am from a land lost to the mists of time. I eat the lost and lonely. But how have you done this to me?”
“How many of you are there?”
The beast laughed. It sounded like gravel grating under stones. “There are others.”
Well, this could serve to my advantage, Dil thought. He let the dark side flow and he took a hold of the beasts mind. It would do nothing that Dil didn’t wish it to do. He made the beast follow him to the governor’s mansion. He forced the monster to climb the walls into the governor’s window, where the man slept. Through the beasts eyes he saw the information on the Sith. Dil made the beast pick up the disks and throw them to the Sith apprentice. Dil slipped them into his pouch and had the beast shred the governor apart. The man awoke screaming, causing the guards to burst in. The beast tore several guards apart before finally falling to a blaster bolt to the throat, its head falling to the floor. Dil smiled as the mental connection between him and the beast was cut off. The mission was accomplished and no one was wise as to the true assassin. Lord Nadarn and Darth Bane would be most pleased. And they were, especially since Dil brought back the proof of the Sith’s existence with him.
It was five decades later when Lord Nadarn died, and Lord Dil was himself on his third apprentice. Through his awesome connection with the dark side, Lord Dil survived yet another five decades after Nadarn’s death. His power led him to succeed the current Dark Lord. As was tradition, the new Dark Lord took the title of Darth, meaning Dark Sith, and a new name. He was now Darth Brooks. He and his new apprentice took the control of the secret Sith empire. Darth Brooks and Darth Algar would now and until the end of their reign let the Dark Side roll.