hi, readers! I’ve had this one percolating in the back of my mind for a while. After typing it all out, I figured it’d work a little better in blog format, so here you go–the first of several loosely-formatted “episodes” (sorry, couldn’t resist) outlining my ideas for a Dark Side-centric Star Wars series. Those of you who were around for the last time will, I’m sure, find that my ideas have matured a lot since then.
My creations are, after all, ultimately expressions of who I am inside. I’m not planning on trying to publish or sell any of this, of course. Far be it from me to infringe on the Mouse’s copyright! Just sharing the ideas around for the sake of fun, and hey… I’m sure the Disney Corporation will be happy enough to receive another helping of a lifelong Star Wars fan’s joy. I wonder if a future project might end up paying homage to these humble ideas of mine, somehow…
Anyway, please do enjoy! ❤
Pipe dream Star Wars script? Sure, why not! It’s a few days post-Thanksgiving and I feel largely listless, so it’s something to do!
First, of course, series name: every protagonist–at least, all the ones I’ve sketched in my head so far–would be a dark side force user, so…
I would want to call it “Star Wars: The Force Shall Free”.
If I were to guess, the Mouse would change it to something like “Darksiders” if they wanted to take “inspiration.”
This would be set in Legends canon bouncing off a very, VERY long timeskip from the KotOR games–
–to a point in the far future where there are no major galactic wars, where there are no remaining superpowers, where all the titanic weapons and fabled cosmic struggles of the past are but distant memories.
A tired, weary vision of the universe.
Yet not, I think you would find, without its small joys. And, if the great cities are less great, then it’s also true that the warships and the wars are smaller too.
An era when individual people and close-knit communities are, at least, free to focus on their own.
Now, ideally, I would not be the only person writing this series, so the truth is that I haven’t mapped out every character.
There is one in particular that I’d quite like to not only write but–hey! Pipe dream!–also star as… hence the importance of a robust writing team.
This thread is mostly just about her part of the series. I mean… she’s a self-insert. You’ll know she’s a self-insert because everything about her sounds VERY familiar.
Her name? Kansiv Keerayd. One of the most ridiculously self-indulgent characters I’ve ever devised.
Kansiv is not rep. Kansiv is not goals. Kansiv is arguably an insane weirdo who makes no sense–unless you’re me, and you understand her perfectly.
Yes, my goal is to write and star in a series featuring my very own Star Wars OC. ‘cuz, you know… art should be fun!
So, as to the lady herself: Kansiv is kind of the only reason this series needs to spin off Legends canon. If you remove Kansiv, that link would no longer be necessary… and this also wouldn’t be The Force Shall Free anymore.
Kansiv? Kansiv is our Sith Lord.
And not just any Sith Lord! Oh, no, Kansiv was a legend in her own era–a self-taught lightsaber prodigy, one of the most powerful force sensitives who ever lived as well as one of the most ingenious.
A ruthless, zealous renegade who frightened other Sith most of all.
And… perhaps that’s where the problems started. Kansiv knew her own power better than anyone, and she grew too haughty in it.
Callous. Capricious. Overindulgent–never letting quibbles like “why” or “should I?” get in the way of excitement.
She also had a special fascination with an obscure understanding of the Force which she called the Path of Shadow. A very strange woman–her mind was only ever half on the present. The other half devoted itself to exploring other realms of being.
She tended to be very irate with anyone who interrupted her meditations. If a lot of this sounds familiar, well, it’s supposed to be. Kansiv’s role in the grander tapestry of The Force Shall Free is that of the Ur-Sith–the prime specimen, the master pattern.
An especially pernicious problem, a recurring theme of her character: Kansiv’s understanding of the Force, in isolation, is not only viable but good… for Kansiv.
It is a good way for Kansiv to understand the Force and her relationship to it.
The problem is that Kansiv was very literally the FIRST Sith… or at least, that’s how she remembers herself.
Whether she was literally the one who started the Jedi-Sith Schism, or the one who taught the ones who did, or was simply adjacent to all this… does it matter?
Regardless, as the most powerful person of what amounted to a Force Sensitive personality cult, Kansiv inevitably became an idol to other Sith.
She started trying to teach her understanding of the Force–her incredibly unique, personal understanding–as universal truth.
I need to emphasize that the core thesis of The Force Shall Free is that the Dark Side is not truly evil. The Dark Side is one’s own most innate, personal approach to the Force. The Light is the expression one shares with other. You know… how light and shadow actually WORK.
What we do when we are veiled in our own shadow is often the truest measure of our being. A lot of us understand this, innately… at least, those of us for whom Kansiv’s Path of Shadow would work.
It’s not for everyone. That was the point. It was hers.
So… that brings us to the Schism. Rising tensions. Disagreements about the future of the Jedi’s relationship with the Force.
For Kansiv, personally, to give anyone other than herself the right to “consent” to how SHE used the Force? Intolerable. An abomination.
And that would have been a completely fair perspective, if only Kansiv had not also been a deeply lonely woman as in need of affection and yes, love as any other sapient being… who was too afraid of rejection to just say so.
From this point, matters rapidly get out of hand.
Kansiv’s unaddressed emotional needs began to seep through every little unmended crack in her soul. She constantly confused her private, individual longings with the needs of the burgeoning Sith Order–looked to other people to give her the right to her own emotions.
You already know where this is going:
Peace is a lie.
There is only passion.
Through passion, I gain strength.
Through strength, I gain power.
Through power, I gain victory.
Through victory, my chains are broken.
The Force shall free me.
Kansiv did not write the Sith Code. In most regards, as far as her ideas are present at all, they exist only as warped, distorted dilutions of one woman’s incredibly personal connection with the inmost power of all beings.
Something never meant to be applied universally.
Kansiv, you see, did not believe in the Force as a universal energy that existed outside each wielder.
She believed that early Force Sensitives, instinctively reaching out to each other through the empathic awakening of their own inner power, merely confused each other.
Quite literally so! Kansiv theorized that in reaching out and immediately finding the emanations of other lives, other emotions, other futures, it was easier for newly-fledged Force users to imagine this as some greater power outside themselves because, well…
… because, subconsciously, they knew they were very early on in their own personal journeys with an incredibly intimate, potentially-infinite process.
A terrifying amount of responsibility. It could be helpful to construct their own future selves as some unattainable ideal.
Something outside themselves which they would, over the course of many years, journey to claim piece by piece as they became ready for each new revelation.
To Kansiv, this was the very essence of power. And victory? Her victory was always against her own self-doubt.
Again, if some of this sounds very familiar, it’s because I’m just expressing my own philosophies of spiritual power–or psychic power, if we really must use a term loaded with so much silly baggage–as I imagine them working within Star Wars’ Legends Canon.
You can actually find the FINAL forms of many of these ideas in a little book I wrote by the title of Sword of the Outsider. Kansiv herself, you see, was where I first arrived at the idea of a wandering shadow-mystic, carrying the weight of some terrible past from place to place.
The cyclicality of it all is delightful, isn’t it? I wrote that book in the first place because I knew Disney would never let me have the Star Wars series I wanted, and now that I’ve written the book, I feel confident enough to put these ideas out here, since, well…
Published or not, paid or not, the underlying spirit of them remains mine. That can never be taken away, and the dissonance of it? I have a strange suspicion that trying to do it would eat just about anyone or anything alive from the inside out.
Which means that the circle is now complete, as we return to the concepts of The Force Shall Free, and Kansiv’s own role–born, tragically, of her first true attempt at generosity–in the pointless, painful, galaxy-shattering disaster of the Jedi-Sith Schism.
Kansiv’s notions of giving up on peace, embracing passion and all the conflict we may have to accept to hold onto it–isn’t it strange that the line itself is not simply “Peace is a lie. There is only conflict?” Would that not naturally have been the true opposite of peace?
These things were perfectly normal and healthy when used solely as a Force Sensitive’s own internal guidelines. Strength, Power, and Victory are ideals we can consent to holding about ourselves, within ourselves, FOR ourselves.
But… that’s not where the ideals stayed.
The symbolic chains of self-doubt, projected outwards, inevitably became a paranoid suspicion of some great enslaver, some unspeakable enemy who would lie and manipulate and deceive as part of a sweeping master plan.
Never just flawed but well-meaning people making mistakes.
There were well-meaning Jedi. There were well-meaning Sith. There were Jedi who acted in bad faith. There were Sith who acted in bad faith.
At this point I do need to emphasize that I’m only writing about the dynamics of Star Wars, a fictional universe.
Well, alright… maybe it’s not. Maybe it’s real, somewhere, in a galaxy far, far away.
If so, then do remember the Jedi and Sith were supposed to be mystic orders, both dedicated to their own ideas about pursuing their own spiritual truths.
Anyway… Kansiv’s Jedi ex-mentor, Drasi Terrig, may or may not have been a bad person.
What is absolutely true is that she stifled Kansiv’s own growth, constantly insisting on a myopic, syncretic view of the Force as having only ONE true expression, one true way.
Kansiv, ironically, fell into the trap of defining herself in opposition to her teacher’s thinking, and in so doing, created the very “there can be only one” mentality that she so despised in Master Terrig.
Then… she slowly passed it on to more and more other Sith.
It’s probably true that Kansiv needed to have a fight with her mentor–not necessarily to the death. Just to prove she could stand on her own.
It is definitely true that Kansiv kept pushing it off, and pushing it off, and reifying the battle to ever more titanic proportions.
She was not solely responsible for the Schism or its bloodshed. No single Force Sensitive was. But on balance… Kansiv did more to make matters worse than she did to help. If she had stated from the start that her way was for her to walk alone, all might have been well.
We don’t need to spend time on the nitty-gritty details of the war. The truth is, we already know the motifs. The rest of Star Wars has already done them so well: bitterness. Betrayal. Pain and loss. Mass death just to prove a point. Only one thing has been overlooked–
That at least then, at least in the first wave before the vicious cycle had become so deeply engrained, the Sith were just as heartbroken, and just as desperate for atonement and a return to the peace of the past, as the Jedi were.
No hatred, yet. Only tragedy.
It doesn’t really matter how Kansiv wound up in cryostasis aboard a battered Sith dreadnought–
And yes, this is a KotOR 2 reference. Did I mention Kansiv is a Miraluka? I’m never subtle about my own inspirations–
whether she was betrayed, or simply protected.
All that matters is that, when The Force Shall Free begins, an itinerant mercenary finds that ship, opens the cryotube, and reawakens the last Sith in the universe.
Kansiv Keerayd awakens to a galaxy that looks, at long last, like the one she always wanted:
One where there’s no one left to tell her what to do. No oaths to keep. No teachers projecting their own guilty consciences into their students.
No more Jedi.
No more Sith.
Just Force users, here and there, minding their own damn business.
Just wide-open horizons…
… and the lightsaber at her side. A little red lightning on her fingertips.
What’s a Sith Lord to do when there are no worthy foes left to face? Why… my dear children…
Whatever the hell she likes.
Alright, this turned out to be WAY more than I was expecting–I guess my words always come back to me in full when I’m ready for them.
I was so worried that leaving this whole idea on the backburner meant it was lost to me, but jeez, just LOOK AT IT ALL
This isn’t even close to all of it! I’m just having so much fun writing this.! Anyway, I think later on I’ll write out my ideas for Season 1, at least as far as Kansiv’s character arc.
When will I do that? Hmmmm… I’m thinking… yeah. Whenever I feel like it. That sounds good!