[ EU ] Shortly before Order 66 a Jedi knight achieves true balance between the light and the dark side . He become a grey Jedi .

I pressed the button and heard the smooth electric hum of the saber blade. But the handle remained dark, as if nothing happened. The two Sith before me grinned with malicious amusement, their blades humming full and bright before them. 
 
 Nothing discredits a Jedi more than a poorly functioning light-saber. 
 
 However, they were about to learn a difficult lesson. 
 
 I had just come from the Temple, where I had spoken with Yoda himself. I was surprised he had even deigned to see me, but his insight is indeed sharp. 
 
 “ Not one of us, you are, ” he observed solemnly. “ And yet not of them. ” 
 
 It was not an outright rejection, and so I told him what I had come for. I shared what I had learned of the clone plot. We walked in the halls of the Temple, past the classes of children learning the mysteries of their power. 
 
 Being indoctrinated, I thought to myself. Polarized. 
 
 This is not the light. I thought. Polarized light is oriented one way. It is not the dark side, but it is not pure light either. I would rather live in twilight than in a polarized noon. 
 
 He seemed thoughtful throughout my warning, but in the end he was biased by my unorthodox training. His final words left me afraid for the Jedi and the Temple. His final pronouncement: 
 
 “ A grey one you are. Your motives I can not see. ” We walked in silence for some steps and he final acceded, “ Think on this we will. ” And he bid me farewell. 
 
 I left the Temple and at one of my layovers, the servants of the Sith confronted me. 
 
 “ This is a bad idea, ” I told them, taking the saber in hand, but not activating it. 
 
 “ Who are you? ” the one asked menacingly- more of a how-dare-you. “ You touch the power of the dark side, but you lack commitment. ” 
 
 “ You teach of using the power freely, but seek to restrict me, ” I countered. 
 
 “ You restrict yourself by associating with the weak Jedi! ” 
 
 “ Restraint is not weakness. ” This was going nowhere. 
 
 As if reading my thoughts, the Sith observed, “ No matter. You know the secret of the clone trap. You will have to die. ” 
 
 With that their blades lit the night. 
 
 And mine hummed, but remained dark. It confused me, too, the first time. My unorthodox training was complete- I ’ d thought. I had spent weeks on my own blade, with massive attention to detail, numerous tiny improvements in the efficiency and power of the circuits. 
 
 Nearly sliced my own leg off. Threw away the marble-top coffee table in two pieces. Because my grey blade gave off no light. 
 
 The first Sith advanced, swung his blade back casually and walked right into mine. 
 
 Not so easy, eh, hotshot? 
 
 The second looked perplexed but only for a moment before he charged in. I deflected the thrust and let his momentum carry him past me, turning and sweeping my invisible blade down across his calves. He twisted with point down and blocked this move. No rookie here. 
 
 I took the initiative with a downward swing, a fast stroke with no power which just brought his blade up to block, when I turned it around and swung in from the side with real force. He turned his blade down again and managed to block, but barely. 
 
 We parried for some moments, feeling out each others ’ skill. I believed I had the edge on him. He was not grinning now. 
 
 I began to yield ground a bit, making it look like I was tired. He pressed forward and in a pivotal moment, I raised my free hand to focus the power of the force and fling a nearby object into his path. He looked to the side and moved his blade to parry, but there was no object, not even a focusing of the force. I had merely raised my hand. His defense was now open to my blade and it swept darkly through his torso. 
 
 Welcome to the power of the dark side, and the sovereignty of the light. 
 
 
 The Temple would ignore my warning. The coming storm might be the end of all force-users. There were some Grey Jedi besides me, perhaps we could preserve that knowledge with an order of our own. 
 

