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My name is Kali. My surname is unimportant. When I joined the Imperial Knights at the tender age of ten, I stripped that part of my identity. I was no longer Kali, child of Dantooine. I was now Kali, Imperial Knight.
For four years, I learned under the teachers of the Imperial Knights. From the brash Iona Peller to the calculative Electra Kadmon to the stubborn Bellatrix Rouge. All of them, especially the last, always said the same things. "Live for the Emperor." "Die for the Emperor." "Carry out the Emperor's will." "Live in the light." "Destroy the darkness."
Well, what about living for ourselves? The Imperial Knights claim they're different from the Jedi, yet preach the same things. The only difference is that the Imperial Knights do something, rather than just meditate in their stupid towers.
We have the power, so why not use it to shape the Empire into something else? The Emperor was our our chains, our limiter. I wanted to experience power to its fullest.
That was when the Purge happened. The Sith revealed themselves, and the Imperial flocked to them. The Emperor was killed by the Dark Lady of the Sith. My master, a man named Hamal, tried to fend off the attacking Sith, but was slain. I would have died, had the Sith not noticed the hatred in me, the lust for power. As my brethren died, I survived. I was born anew. No longer was I Kali, the Imperial Knights Prospect. I was now a Sith Acolyte.
From there, I served as an acolyte of the Sith, serving on menial missions, generally aiding in cutting down rebellions from greedy Moffs. I grew a nickname. The "Goddess of Death." None survived in my wake. And I vowed, until the Imperial Knights get what they deserve, I shall not take upon the rank of Crusader.