The Immortal Chronicles: Entry 1 - Origins.

  I have only been with the imperial fleet for about a month. The instructors on our mobile training ship have been impressed with my sheer power of the force but say i lack focus. They are just jealous of my power. They know that even now i am almost a match for them, and that i will surpass them easily with more time.

Overseer Tremel

They worked me to almost my breaking point today, trying to break me down. BUT I WILL NOT!! My instructors were seething as a high priority transmission came in for me today. I have received a summons to Korriban.

 A man named Overseer Tremel has sent for me. For what purpose i do not know. He used considerable resources to get my instructors to release me, when my training has only just begun. His message was vague yet to the precise. I am to travel to Korriban at once. I am to leave my name and family behind. I will be known only as Chosen, and my life as a sith begins now.

 As i pack my things and head to the shuttle bay i see the looks of distain on my fellow students and instructors. They all want to kill me, i can sense it. I will not forget these images. It fuels my anger. I will be better than everyone on this ship and they regret this day.

 As i sit here and write this and wonder why i record such things. I look what i just wrote and i see that it deepens my anger. Yes, this chronicle, written by my own hand, will be fuel for my fire. My path to my power, and a tool for others to follow years from now.

 My shuttle is about to depart. My destiny lies on Korriban, or my death. Either way i feel the excitment and power well up inside me at the thought!