"you walk two worlds, with a heart of beskar, and that is what will have you ascend to greatness. Never forget where you came from, or who you are. Bend, but never break my son." - Nefie aram, saying her farewells before her son takes his trial to become a champion..
Cremek stood, the dry sands of tatooine before him, the wind howling, a sandstorm. Before him laid a Now slain krayt sand dragon.. He had done it, the fight took hours, pushing both cremek and the dragon to their limits, but through cremeks sheer force of will, he had managed to outlast, and slay the creature, cremek thanked his lucky stars, he was still alive, it had taken every ounce of cunning, every piece of knowledge he had in sith sorcery, and some luck, but it was dead, he was the supreme predator! The then acolyte stood on top of the creature, raising his orange saber to the sky, giving a roar of victory.
Once the euphoria of victory was subdued, his several broken bones tended to, cremek approached the carcass. The pearl, if he could shave it down to a crystal shape, he could have it not only forge a saber far stronger in the dark side than his synthetic one, but more powerful, a symbol of the siths victory, and also his reward, He cut it out of the creature, yes, he knew it was extremely difficult to shave this down, without wasting its power, but he was determined.
years passed, cremek was ordained a sith champion, free to enact his own will, while he returned to his comrades base post an expedition, he could feel it, the dread, the lack of respect, and he shuddered, and he could sense it.. the sith had been betrayed. Cremek was lucky, he had always treated those under him well, even a normal soldier was treated with the dignity of a warrior under him, he could have been gunned down by the soldiers there easily, but in a final show of fidelity, though much too late, welcomed him, explained to him what had transpired, provided him a fighter ship, and all his items, and bid him farewell, leaving him there, with the bare minimum to survive.
But cremek did survive, he fought, he killed, he grew, he evolved, like the krayt dragon he slew, he twisted the focusing compartment of his saber, the pearl now shaved to a proper focusing crystal.. and then made an oath upon this blade.
"on my honor, I will see the sith order restored to glory, fully, even if I must die to do so."
Cremek survived an unbearable amount of time in silence, hitting dead end after dead end, cutting down his list of potential places to search. One day,
he had opened his grimoire, what was once a mere hobby had became cremeks link, he had always been told knowledge was power by his mother, and now he finally understood its significance, He had a rumor highlighted in his grimoire, Stobar - Outer Rim Sector, a rumor, that a Info broker had stumbled upon a rather enticing juicy bit, it was all he had.. so he hit the coordinates in, jumping from port to port..
when he had caught up to the broker, he had to bid almost everything he had to secure the info, but it was worth it, a ancient ships wreckage, on nal-hutta, yet to the consumed by the swamplands, he went to the cantina, sighing, he had to refuel, and that's when his adventure truly began..