Embers of the Star Sea: The Sith Orphan

[Star Wars fan fiction, original protagonist, no System, Sith, the Force, lightsabers, clones, the Empire]

On a rainy night on Coruscant, the ancient dark book beneath Sith apprentice Kahn's fingertips suddenly turned cold: his master, Plagueis, was dead! The killer was none other than the sanctimonious senator's apprentice, Palpatine! The shadow of death fell over him in an instant. Kahn could only clutch the last "inheritance" his master had left him: a beat-up ship, a little money, and one chilling warning: trust is a luxury, and silence is the only shield.

On the run among the stars, he clawed his way up from the blood-soaked depths, living by the blade as he built the "Obsidian Front." Plagueis's last words echoed in his mind: "True power lies in controlling the system!" He no longer sought brute force. Instead, he wielded finance as a blade to carve open trade routes and used webs of intrigue to manipulate hearts and minds, quietly weaving a dark web of his own in the gaps between the Republic and the fires of separatist war!

As the flames of the Clone Wars swept across the galaxy, Kahn fixed his gaze on the heart of the war: the source of the clone army, Kamino! This was a power capable of overturning the galaxy! He infiltrated the Empire's shadows and penetrated the heart of the Separatists, even implanting the cold "behavioral conditioning" into the bones of clone troopers to forge the utterly loyal "Ghost Song" legion!

Amid the dust of the Empire's collapse, the New Republic believed dawn had arrived. Little did they know that Kahn's shadow empire had already spread like a virus! Tens of millions of clone troops stood silently at the ready, and ironclad warships tore through the stars. Seated upon the cold throne of "New Coruscant," he gazed at a galaxy falling apart. The Empire stood in the light, while he lurked in the dark. The New Republic had only just been born, while his claws had already been honed to perfection!