My name is Ulic Qel-Droma. Perhaps you’ve heard the name before, in some myth or legend and believed it to be pure fairy tale. After all, the land is full of them.

Many hundreds of years ago I died. I vanished one last time into the light even so that I embraced the darkness. Even though the force was lost to me. One last time I felt that searing awareness, and then it was gone.

I awoke…what you would call now. Exar Kun had given me new life. You’ve probably heard of him too, but then again, myth or real? Merely tale? After all, the land is full of them.

So…I was a servant of evil, I was the god of the Sith. I was a force that you fled from. A few chose to naturally resist my rule. Damry Hawke, my…only friend, as of now…and to me, much much more…hah…how I wish she shared my feelings. Her, her husband…Samte Orion, and a few others stood against me.

And so I was struck down, alas not by an avenging Jedi’s blade, but by my own right hand. Naga Sadow became the Dark Lord, and I was dead again. So I’ve been twice now. Is it a myth? Who knows…the land is full of them.

And then I was given life…again. But this time it was different. I could feel the light again. I could wield it. It was as if my soul changed. And so I fought for the light then, I was a crusader for what some would call a lost cause in the descent of evil.

Only a few stood by me. Who knows how many still despised me for my acts as Dark Lord. Only my daughter, Valya, along with Damry stood truly with me. Her husband was still apprehensive to the man who had severed both of his wife’s arms. Not that I blame him of course.

And finally the turmoil died down. Sadow disappeared, never to be heard from…he’s probably still out there. When we thought it was all going to be fine, and a new age of peace would come, reality hit us in the face like a ten ton jackhammer.

My former apprentice, Cora Miata took the place at the head of Darkness. Empress. I confronted her. I lost, needless to say. I spent the next weeks wandering the unknown regions of the galaxy in my ship. No news, no nothing was heard to me, only the silent song of the stars.

And when I finally came back…all hell had risen. Cora had captured Damry. Me, being as reckless and headstrong as I am, immediately rushed to her aid like some dashing hero in the holodramas.

It’s a stark contrast.

I confronted Cora, and her stooge, Vargon Amakarz. In an exhilarating chase through their Super Star Destroyer, I managed to secure Damry aboard my ship. That…that’s when it went wrong. I was stunned. Yet when I fell, my lightsaber cut a 2 foot hole in the wall. It hurt, a lot. Being sucked into the vacuum of space is not a pleasant experience.

I broke one leg, both arms, ripped a scar all the way down my back, popped out both kneecaps, ripped a cheek open, and tore half my chest aghast. It hurt, a lot. Yes I am still alive. Is it a legend? Who knows…the land is full of them.

Now the danger seems to have subsided. Is this the rousing peace I thought I would find? I believe not. Sitting in a corner of a cantina, throwing darts at a poster of Damry’s husband and spinning my life story to you. Peace…hah.

Perhaps the problem is merely I feel I lead no purpose. Alas, I know I do, lest I show it. One day, when another crisis arises I’ll be there, fighting another suicidal battle. Fighting for another “lost cause”. And when the dust clears…who knows what you’ll see. My form, battered, blooded and broken? Or perhaps myself limping away, hurt albeit victorious?

Only time will tell. Another legend to be spun to another young one. Do you still believe it a legend? You’ll have to decide for yourself. After all, the land is full of them.