[ EU ] `` Now , Skywalker ... There can only be ONE ! '' . All Force-Users are now Highlander Immortals .

A thought struck Gareth Skywalker as he dodged through some particularly vicious man eating plants: `` This explains that old rule of two thing that the Sith went in for!''. Swiftly he leaped over a fallen mega-tree. Thank god for his athleticism. 
 
 He'd learned of this rule from a particularly cranky holocron that was apparently made by a `` Darth Bane'' or someone. It was millenia old and he'd found it whilst on this routine salvaging operation deep in the outer rim. In it he had learnt so much about the past: apparently those stories of superhumans who wielded swords made of frozen light and could move mountains with a wave of their hand were true! He'd never seen one but he'd always hoped. As a kid he'd dreamed about a day when he'd be there, fighting the good fight with a glowing green blade and command over his environment. 
 
 Now he was being chased by some monster. A deformed, twisted creature who kept screaming his name over and over. The maniac lingered on the syllables such that he could still hear it screech `` Skkkyyyyywalkerrrrr'' even though he was sure he'd put some distance between them. 
 
 As soon as he could no longer hear the creature coming Gareth paused, bending down and clutching his knees. He was n't sure how long he had been running but he knew that he did n't want to confront that beast again. God knows where it had come from! One moment him and the team had been going through some old junk and the next the *thing* had barrelled out of an antechamber. Before he'd had time to blink Gareth: saw his mates dismembered ( and that took time because Teevio had seven arms and three legs ), decided to flee and picked up a reasonably valuable-looking-yet-portable piece of kit. There was no sense in not: everyone had to eat or they may as well wait to turn into some form of creature sushi. 
 
 Between gasps the young man examined the relic. It was a silver tube with an electrum finish and covered in a variety of buttons and dials. Experience suggested that pushing buttons was something best left to other people ( Gareth had never had a problem but he'd seen enough others push the wrong thing and blow up - or worse ) so he simply hung the thing on his belt again and pondered his next move. Their ship was deep in the forest to the North and should n't be a problem to find but the creature was in the way. Whilst pondering this conundum Gareth relaxed and tried to calm himself. He'd been sprinting solidly for an age ( how long was it? ) and needed to think. Even as he did so he realised that the creature was closing in, from the North. It was probably just about to... 
 
 The creature bounded forwards carrying a red blade. With it he slashed apart two mega trees causing them to topple over ( no envionmentalist was he ) and begin the slow crashing process that would cause forets in a mile square fauna to flee. In response Gareth panicked, much as a greecha rabbit does in the lights of an oncoming speeder. The creature, sensing his fear cackled and raised it's blade: `` Now, Skywalker.... There can only be ONE!''. 
 
 *One what? * 
 
 The thought rattled in his brain, circling around for a moment before it broke the spell that held the last Skywalker. This moment of reason seemed to push the young man into action, rolling out of the way of a probably fatal swing whilst also unlatching the artifact at his belt. Without thinking he hit a button and a solid violet beam emerged. This seemed to give the creature some measure of pause as it took stock of the situation. 
 
 Slowly the pair began to circle each other. They were in a large forest clearing. The plasteel ground beneath them had long since been crumpled apart by encroaching mega-flora who were still in the process of wiping away the remains of whatever civilisation had once called this home. Skywalker was focused on his opponent: he'd fought with vibroblades a couple of times but he was n't sure that he'd be able to match his opponent in speed for long. Poor Teevio had lost all of his appendages in a matter of seconds. 
 
 As the creature lunged forward Gareth parried with his blade causing both swords to crash together. A crackling sound accompanied the pair of blades as they crossed and at the intersection the red and the violet seemed to make a white hot star. Pushing against one another the combatants seemed to be trying to push each other off balance. An instant later the creature bounded backwards, performing a frankly unreal double backwards somersault to steady himself against the still falling trees behind him. Using them to push against he charged Gareth headlong, spinning in middair even as he tried to stab for the heart. 
 
 This all unfolded in the slowest of timescales: picoseconds seemed as enternities. In that time something, someone, moved Gareth's body. He vaulted up above his opponent and simultaneously slashed in a downward arc severing his opponent's head from his opponent's body. A moment later time sped back up. Even as Gareth watched, hand over his eyes and heart beating a thousand times a minute, the creature began to expel energy from his exposed neck. It suffused the air around them and careered back towards the reluctant Skywalker. 
 
 As it did so the young man became aware of everything that was, had been and could be. He knew of the past, of his lineage, of the Jedi and the Sith. He felt the stupid R3 unit that was currently repairing his ship. He saw the history of the very planet he was standing on. He understood what this creature he had just killed was and why the Jedi had always preached compassion. He knew of the sith and their eternal struggle to capture the essence of power. Letting each member grow strong before killing the one before to gain their power. 
 
 He knew what he had to do: he had to live up to the legacy of the greatest of the Skywalkers. He had to find and destroy these evil creatures for the good of everyone in the galaxy. Only he could be trusted with the power they brought. 
 
 So he picked up the red blade, set it next to the violet one and made his way towards his old decrepid ship to start his crusade.
