Two Jedi Masters are en route to the planetoid X-33, in the Dendryan System. Both stand at the cockpit window, watching the blinding rays of hyperspace tear past them.
“Master Kalydor, the Separatists of the Remnant are headed for the planetoid. By using that route, our forces will be forced to split during a potential battle over Coruscant.”
Kalydor nods solemnly, taking a moment before answering.
“But they do not count on a single individual — a former Jedi Master in exile… one of the most powerful beings in the galaxy, and yet condemned to barely survive on that rock. He may become our greatest ally… if he agrees to it at last.”
A barren and desolate planet, with a pitch-black sky; it is bathed in a faint and sinister light. Its terrain is riddled with craters and deserts painted in various shades of gray. This is a barely habitable and harsh world.
On this planet lives an ancient and nameless Jedi Knight; an old man with a stern face, dark skin, a white beard, and deep, glowing white eyes. He hides from the occasional visitors who, once every decade, dare to venture into the unhealthy and hollow cavern he inhabits. His attire is entirely jet black, following the traditional garb of the Jedi Order.
This exiled Jedi was once a powerful and wise Knight from Coruscant who, because of his dark and divided soul, self-exiled many years ago to this remote planet. He is unaware that he is about to be visited by two eminent Jedi Masters: An Kalydor and Eldrin Brightstar.
The encounter happens organically: it seems as if the exiled Jedi was fully aware of the arrival of such esteemed visitors.
An Kalydor speaks calmly: “It has been a long time since our last meeting.”
The exiled Jedi replies: “Indeed, Master.” He then bows deeply, nearly kneeling before the newcomer.
Eldrin Brightstar watches the encounter attentively and with surprise, suppressing his many questions.
An Kalydor continues: “Do you know why I am here?”
The exiled Jedi nods slightly: “You seek my support in your confrontation against the Separatist forces crossing the nearby paths, heading toward the spaceport and on course to Coruscant.”
Master Kalydor nods gravely.
The exiled Jedi stands up: “I am ready to fulfill my duty to the Order. My inclination toward the dark side is still strong, and my wisdom remains fragmented by the vortex of the Force’s neutrality, that entropic entity that pulls me from both sides, tearing me apart.”
The three Jedi Masters leave the cave.
We then see the three Jedi Masters gazing into the distance at the Separatist droids, escorting their cybernetic tanks; it is a full legion.
The exiled Jedi looks directly at his companions: “I will go down alone.”
Eldrin Brightstar is once again surprised by An Kalydor’s silent acceptance, thinking the powerful Jedi Master would surely stop the lone Jedi.
We now see the exiled Jedi waiting, hooded and with his head lowered, as the dreadful convoy approaches at a cautious distance. His small, solitary silhouette stands in stark contrast to the endless host, which will most likely crush him.
Within the Separatist convoy, we see a close-up of a disciple of Darth Maul: Darth Brynniuus—powerful, dark, and horrific—armed with a double-bladed red lightsaber. Despite being surrounded by the massive escort, his expression is somber and troubled. He is worried about the impending confrontation with the exiled Jedi.
The exiled Jedi adopts a combat stance without revealing his face, ignoring the shouts and commands issued by the droid generals.
The first laser blasts are fired toward the exiled Jedi. Now, at last, he reveals his face and opens his eyes, making them shine brilliantly white: the time has come to strike back.
An Kalydor, and especially Eldrin Brightstar, look uneasy and agitated as they watch the unfolding spectacle, fearing the worst. Somehow, Master Kalydor knows the unleashed power of the neutral exiled Jedi, and chooses not to intervene.
The exiled Jedi unsheathes his lightsaber with its characteristic hum: it is a unique weapon, unknown to both Jedi and Sith. Its blade is of a strange and singular color: a luminous grayish-white, with hints of metallic silver, deep black, and radiant white.
The exiled Jedi not only dodges like lightning but also counterattacks with brutally powerful strikes, slicing dozens of droids in half as he dashes, feints, and leaps like an elite athlete. He seems untouchable—like a raw, unleashed force of the Force in action.
Eldrin, in awe, thinks to himself: “Not even Master Kalydor could wield a lightsaber like that.”
Darth Brynniuus breaks his silence and steps into action, igniting his double-bladed deep red lightsaber and charging toward the exiled Jedi.
The Jedi and the Sith now stand face to face; Darth Brynniuus appears agitated, circling with violent gestures, while the exiled Jedi remains calm, waiting for his formidable opponent’s attack.
Darth Brynniuus attacks with all his might, but all his powerful and violent blows are dodged or deflected by the exiled Jedi, who displays unimaginable combat skills.
Exhausted and disoriented, the Sith steps back to catch his breath. It’s now time for the exiled Jedi to counterattack. His luminous strikes overwhelm the dark warrior, making him stumble.
It seems the Jedi’s blows only land when provoked. He does not initiate an attack; his strikes are always counters.
For him, light and darkness are sap from the same tree. His violence is astonishing, and his mastery of the white lightsaber is unmatched.
The Sith is finally defeated, clearing the way for the exiled Jedi to dominate the battlefield against the armored droid army, which begins to retreat.
The exiled Jedi uses the battle droid machines to create chaos, forcing their cannons to fire upon one another, taking over the pilot seats. Ultimately, total chaos reigns among the Separatist ranks, which begin to withdraw. The invasion has been stopped.
An Kalydor and Eldrin Brightstar (the latter in a state of euphoria and visible inner turmoil) descend from the nearby hillside to meet the exiled Jedi. Their farewell is brief and solemn.
An Kalydor attempts to invite the enigmatic Jedi to Coruscant, to the Jedi Temple, but the offer is respectfully declined.
An Kalydor responds to a perplexed Eldrin, who cannot stop asking questions:
“The man you met today, Eldrin, is a former Jedi—probably the most powerful the Order has ever known on the battlefield. But his dangerous inclination toward the dark side nearly drove him mad, and now he lives in what our tradition calls Entropy: a static and enigmatic place within the Force. That is why he cannot leave this remote planet.
...But that does not stop him from remaining loyal to the Order.”
