"Well," he says, floating to sit on the ground because obviously meditation is just not happening, "there's a bit of galactic history before we can get into mine, as well. I'm sure you've heard me mention something called the Force and likely pinned it down as some strange psuedo-religion magic thing?"
He nods. "Before I can explain the history I need to explain that. The Force is - something that connects everyone, and everything. It's always difficult to describe it, especially to people that aren't Force sensitive. Being Force sensitive is like you always have a - sense of the world around you. Always have a feel for the big picture and the people in it, like - I wouldn't say 'like you are never alone,' that's not quite accurate, like you are never cut off. Like even when you are alone you're not blind and deaf and defenseless." Pause. "For the two seconds of sensory deprivation, I felt like I was cut off from the Force, and I sincerely think that if there is a hell, that's it."
"Now, being able to do anything with the Force requires a lot of self discipline and training. The typical source for this is the jedi order. The purpose of this order is to - help people. Save people, defeat evildoers, protect the galaxy, rescue small animals from trees. That sort of thing."
"So, uh. I was a jedi. Raised to be one since before I can remember, thrilled about it every second, talented and powerful and dashingly handsome." He smirks. "All set up to go save people for the rest of my life with fancy swords and magic powers. Fits me, right?"
(He is maybe joking, a little, there.)
"Anyway, as you can likely tell, things, ah, went wrong. The Republic was attacked by - well, they're called Mandalorians. Clan-based people whose culture revolves around battle. They enjoy picking fights with the biggest, strongest enemy around, and then winning. So they decided to pick a fight with the biggest, largest government. And then they started winning. Ordinary Republic troops were being crushed.
"Jedi aren't soldiers. We're - they're protectors, small in number and scattered all over everywhere. But the Republic wanted jedi to help, anyway. Because people with fancy swords and magic powers. The jedi council... refused." He frowns, looking annoyed. "They wanted to... wait. Leave the Republic to handle it. Stand on the sidelines and do nothing, even with all of the power they held."
He shakes his head. "This next part of the story is a little hazy, because of my unique memory issues, but I have the facts. I disagreed with this ruling. I decided I wasn't going to stand around and let people die just because they were far away and the jedi council said so. So I didn't." He smirks. "Other jedi turned out to agree with me. So we went to war. It - I've come to understand that it turned the tide. And the Republic started winning."
"Several things happened here. I - sort of recall that I learned something that made me feel sick with terror. Some kind of enemy that was from the unknown regions of space, I - think. I don't recall the specifics. I do recall that I thought the Republic couldn't handle the, the whatever it was as it was then. That the thing I was terrified of would win and... Something bad would happen. I don't think I knew what, even then. Either way, I was not going to stand by and let my Republic get conquered. But I didn't believe it would be able to prepare in time - the Republic can be so slow with changing things. And with no war to fight, they'd likely think military funding was pointless.
"So that was when I decided I was going to conquer the galaxy."
"If I left the majority of the infrastructure intact, converted as many jedi as I could to my cause, picked my battles carefully... Yes. With the help of an ancient factory called the Star Forge that could churn out droids and ships. Which I went and found, for the express purpose of conquering the galaxy. I had time before the - whatever it was - showed up, just not enough to reform the Republic by any means that wasn't conquering it and running it all myself. I uh. Only sort of understand my own logic at the time. I was sort of - falling to the dark side around then."
"Enh. Recall when I said I should have jumped straight to execution when in a similar situation as the admiral who conquered Komarr?"
"So the jedi, by this point, wanted to make me stop conquering their galaxy. Hilarious, because they were about to let the Mandalorians do the same, but when a Force user's the one doing it, wooo, scary!" He waves his hands and wiggles his fingers. "So, they sent a strike team to kill or capture me. And while I was busy, guess who fired on my ship."
"So. His attempt to kill me worked - exceedingly well. Except for one snag. The jedi on my ship were mostly unharmed. And jedi don't like to kill their prisoners."
"Capture. Sort of. I was - in a state. According to them, I was brain dead. I - suspect otherwise, but anyway. They didn't have the means to combat my former apprentice - Malak, if you're curious, was his name - with his fancy Star Forge that I found. They needed me to lead them to where it was so they could go blow it up. And either I was actually brain dead, or they didn't think I'd be cooperative if I were awake and myself."
"Yes, it does seem an awfully convenient instance of brain death. For them."
"It does, doesn't it? Either way, they - I don't think they could implant me with a false personality, but they could do false memories. So they tried to make me - mm. More pliable? More willing to follow orders. And then they were going to have me lead them around with a slightly bullshit story about force bonds to the Star Forge, and then they would blow it up. Slight problem. Their ship was attacked, by Malak. He's occasionally almost good for something, in this story. Almost."