Sabik Dhami

[Sabik Dhami]

| Social Information |

• Name: Sabik Dhami
• Alias:
• Titles:
• Homeworld: Mandalore
• Force Sensitivity: High

| Physical Information |

• Species: Human
• Gender: Male
• Age: Twenty-six
• Height: 5' 8"
• Eyes: Blue
• Hair: Brown, shaven

| Affiliations |

| Training & Abilities |

Lightsaber Training -

Force Abilities -


| Biography |

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Pratiya, a Jedi of great concern from the very beginning. Nontraditional and brash in her ways, and pregnant at a young age. Of the Jedi willing to train her it was a man whose name few know and they whisper of him in quiet corridors, The Dark Man. They made an immediate bond, one that would be cut short later in her life, at the Sacking of Coruscant. By the time she had matured she was steadfast on her way to Knighthood, and her son had already begun his training under the guidance of Jedi Master Hasjo Hallu. Albeit the Jedi Council intervened at every possible route.

It was her mental state that was of great concern to the Jedi. Her mind was fractured and splintered into a million pieces and she was a child trying to hold it all together, and soon enough she would have to let go of her own child as he began to develop his powers. She was a liability, they said, she should be a librarian, confined to the halls of study rather than the fields of combat or the streets of crime. Alas, they could not intervene no more. The One Sith had come for the Jedi, and with a great betrayal the Jedi Order swiftly fell on Coruscant. The Dark Man ordered Pratiya to remain inside, and with the guidance of Jedi Master Hasjo Hallu, The Dark Man and Hasjo made quick for the Jedi Temple steps in a desperate attempt to hold their ground until more Jedi could join battle.

Unafraid, she tried to join combat, despite the orders of her mentor. She had to help them. Her son was inside. By the time she made it to the steps The Dark Man was no where to be seen, lost among the sea of corpses that had washed up on the temple steps. Only a handful of Jedi were still standing, among them had been Hasjo Hallu. A weapons specialist, he carved a path through Sith and their soldiers with the ease of a surgeon. But he couldn't do it alone, not forever, and one by one glancing blows landed upon him, and each time he seemed to slow just a little bit, long enough for a sniper to take a shot.

Then she felt it, a sharp pain, the air left her lungs. She looked down just in time to see the crimson blade leave her abdomen. Darkness swelled around her, and she succumbed to its tender embrace. It would be three months before she awoke, induced into a coma by the elite medical staff of Jedi Healers. She was on Voss, by the help of a splinter faction of Jedi, the Silver Order, later known as the Silver Sanctum. For the following months she would practice and train, regaining her strength and coming to terms with the possible death of her mentor, friends, and her son.

In time, she fled.

When the Jedi Temple came down Sabik thought it was the end, but fate thought otherwise. He awoke, he didn't know how long it had been, but he knew the fighting was over. He could only hear sirens now and distant shouting. He tried to move but something was holding him down, and he quickly realized it wasn't night. He was under the temple. It had fallen on him but by miracle or chance he was forced into a tight pocket that had prevented the masonry from crushing him.

Hours passed, and then days. Water was leaking down through the rocks and he lapped at any that came his way, and when a mouse scurried past, he focused closely, and ate his dinner with distaste. There was only one way to survive this experience, and it wasn't his years of training. It was his instinct. In his core he was an animal like everyone else, and he was relying on that now more than he ever had as a Jedi Padawan.

He spent time feeling for others, but there was a great evil that lurked above. Every now and again he would sense the light of another Jedi, he felt their pain, their suffering. Unlike Sabik's small frame, they were too big, they didn't manage to fit into any pockets but they didn't have the mercy of a quick death either. Slowly as the days passed by he felt their light shimmer and fade. Then the rescue crews stopped coming. There was no light beneath the rubble with him, nor darkness waiting above. He had been forgotten.

He wanted to cry and sob but he had done such for so many hours that no more tears could come. He was on the verge of giving in like the others. He wanted to die, but something nagged at him. A distant connection whose desire burned for his survival. He resolved him, knowing he couldn't escape, he would continue his bleak existence until one day someone would come.

He tried to count how long it had been but there was no way to tell. He felt like he was lost in time, that he had been trapped for an eternity, and that is when the light came. It burned so bright within the Force, a beacon for the lost and hopeless. He heard the strain and struggle of a man moving debris. Weight shifted and the rubble tumbled down onto him, he screamed and wailed until his lungs were empty. He tried to suck in air but nothing came, it was pressing down on him too tightly.

He began to wane into unconsciousness when the rocks lifted, the stars above were bright enough to burn his eyes after so long in the dark. He sucked in oxygen, coughed and choked on the dust. A face of a familiar man emerged before him, it was the Jedi Knight Ekul Selah, how he knew was against the rules. He had wrongly went into the Jedi Councils private archives and found this mans name, but he was otherwise known only as The Dark Man.

Sabik Dhami spent a week with The Dark Man, evading One Sith patrols and coordinating with the local criminals. From the quiet conversations Sabik gleamed from his mothers Jedi mentor and the gangsters, they were known as the Red Ravens. A notorious criminal syndicate operating in the Outer Rim and Unknown Regions, with only a handful of minor operations in the Core, Inner Rim and the Colonies. They were best known as casino, night club, spice den and strip club owners. Organized crime, and responsible for the destruction of the Black Sun Syndiate, a rival gang that had been around for thousands of years until Lysle of the Hydian Way showed up.

The Ravens were playing both fields, helping the One Sith with arms, spice and information while simultaneously aiding in the relocation of Jedi. War was good business, and it was plentiful for the Ravens. Sabik was just another client to them, and The Dark Man only had enough credits for Sabik, and not the both of them. "Take him to Mandalore, he has family there. Clan Dhami." Credits were exchanged, and The Dark Man did not leave without a gift. "Your mothers lightsaber, I found it among the ruin. I'm sorry."

It would be the last time he saw the Jedi, and the first time he met Julian Fey. A near-human with leather-like grey skin, teeth as black as the night sky and eyes as bright as the sun. He was well dressed in a fine tailored suit, with an air of both authority and that of a successful businessman. Sabik was merchandise to him, one that needed to be delivered. It didn't matter how he was handled, only that he arrived at his destination.

They put him on the soonest vessel leaving for Concord Dawn with a connecting flightpath to Mandalore. He was given false documents and a set of new clothes. When he arrived there was no further assistance, only instructions on how to get to his family home with a handful of credits for an air taxi. As he made his way down the streets of a foreign city he was receiving waves, nods and warm welcomes, as though they all knew him.

Realization dawned on him when he arrived at the homestead. Ten feet from him stood a boy garbed in black, staring back at him. They were both shaved, and he had Sabik's face, or did Sabik have his? By some impossibility there was a clone standing in front of him, or so was his immediate thought. "Wha-who are yo-" he tried to ask when a towering Mandalorian came to stand before him, hands on his waist.


As time passed on the ranch, Sabik was indoctrinated into the Mandalorian way of life. He learnt of his twin brother, and together they shared many tales over a warm fire. War stories of the father he never knew, and stories of the Jedi mother his brother never had. They reveled in their stories of grandeur, both being introduced to new ways of life.

Sabik Dhami was not the only Force sensitive child, but he had been chosen to be a Jedi due to his much higher sensitivity to the Force. Sabik would teach his brother in secret, and during the days they would fight together, playing war games with the children of other clans. His tactical knowledge expanded tenfold, and his interest in war steadily grew. This was not the Jedi way, but he was no longer a Jedi. He was Mandalorian, for now.


His father never favored Sabik, nor did he even appreciate his presence. He had a duty to raise him, but nothing more. An unwanted child that was dumped on his doorstep without warning. While his father thought he kept these feelings hidden, Sabik could sense it in the Force, and it war the wargames and fighting practice that kept his rage in check. It enabled him to expel his emotions, with each blow he delivered, he felt relief.

But wargames with children would never be enough.


It was on the fields of battle, against the Republic, the One Sith and the Primeval, that he felt freedom from his emotions. The Mandalorians wavered with each new leader, and their resolve as a confederation of clans was crumbling. Worlds were being dissolved by foreign assaults, and Sabik Dhami made sure he was on the frontline protecting his people.

But war was no easy, and he had a close brush with death. As he cleared a path through a Primeval assault he felt a familiar presence. One that had been gone for many years, The Dark Man. He came from the dunes in chains, his inner light shimmered and faded, but holding on tightly. He was naked and bare, with scars and wounds that were fresh. He was a slave of the Primeval, and life had taken its toll on the old man.

It was an easy target, a weakened old man, and while he may have been his mothers mentor, his mother abandoned him on Coruscant, and he needed to prove himself to his father. He wasn't a Jedi, he was a Mandalorian, and this would cement that forever. His blade activated, Sabik took him alone. They engaged wildly, but it would not live long. Even at Sabiks prime, and Ekul Selah at his weakest, he was no match to a fully trained Jedi Knight, a legendary one at that.

In seconds it was over, he lay on the hot sandstone. His face boiled and peeled like a fresh sunburn where his opponents blade had glanced him. Sabik rolled over in agony, and he saw a few feet away from him his lightsaber. His hand was still clutching it, and his arm lay limp beside it. With dire realization he knew that The Dark Man had cleaved his whole limb off.

Like many years ago, he felt a desire to give up, to embrace the sweetness of death, but as he began to let go someone held on. It was not that distant light in the galaxy that prayed he was alive, it was someone else. With one eye he looked up to see his brother holding onto him, and then came waves of pain. Someone was poking around his wound, but he kept his attention on his brother. It was the only thing keeping him alive.

Upon their return to Mandalore there was only more shame to face. With his defeat by The Dark Man there had been no release to speak of, his anger boiled deep inside him, and it grew and festered like a cancer. As his father chided him of their defeat, there was no holding back. Something deep inside of him stirred. Instincts he had forgotten a long time ago, the animal that had survived. No longer keeping his emotions in check like the Jedi taught, he unleashed them. His blade ignited, and before anyone could intervene, Sabik cut down his father, and when his brother tried to stop him, instinct took over - fight or flight, and before he could reason it out, before he could think, Sabik had driven his blade into his brother. He felt the light leave him that day.

So he fled, and by chance he encountered someone he thought long dead. His old master, Hasjo Hallu. He went by a new moniker, Darth Vidar, revived by the One Sith to serve as a war master, and given an old life a new body. Welcomed under the wing of his former mentor, Sabik Dhami was initiated into the One Sith military and their extensive campaign operations where he was able to find release in fighting. He would serve as a distinguished officer in their military campaigns, but despite their attempts to train him as a Sith he remained separate. Neither Sith nor Jedi, and branded Dar'manda.

He was simply a Dark Je'daii.