Foreword
A Beginning
Having reached the end of my poor sinner's life, my hair now white, I prepare to leave on this parchment my legacy and knowledge about the art of combat with lightsabers.
My life has been both that of a warrior and a teacher. Long ago, I was at the top of my order, and I fought during the great wars of my time, just as the great battlemasters who came before me did in theirs. Like all, however, I made mistakes. Soon my apprentice will have gained enough power to take my life - regretfully, before I can complete this, my opus.
I have left enough room for worthy successors to add to this tome. I just wish ...
Arkada was a fool. No longer am I the learner - now I am the Master .
Renarus - you of all my many students should know that death is merely a
transition to shrug off the mortal coil. Through my death, you have broken those chains
and set me free. My ghost will be watching you in these pages, my Apprentice.
Finish the writing.
37 ABY
In my tireless quest to improve my skills with the lightsaber, I found myself time and again stymied by the lack of knowledge within the Shadow Academy's holocrons... and the Headmaster's staff's unwillingness to share them.
But I am not without my own resources. It was only after I realized that my search must go beyond the holocrons that I came upon an undiscovered source of knowledge, and right in my own cousin's private library on Kyataru, no less. Within these pages, I have found my lust for lightsaber combat renewed.
It is my hope that this legacy will find the rest of the Brotherhood similarly quickened.
~ Tsainetomo Keibatsu
33 ABY
Few mourned the life of Xesse Arkada after she was struck down by her apprentice, Renarus Kayle.
However, before she lost her way and dabbled in the lost writings of Tulak Hord, Arkada had been a Battlemaster in the Jedi Order and is rumoured to have trained underneath Yoda himself, so her legend is not undeserving of respect - even if the comments left behind in these pages by her apprentice suggest otherwise.
~ Anonymous
