The Fractured Dominion

The primeval pilgrims of Tho Yor did not shun the darkness, nor did they blindly embrace the light. They were taught only to maintain balance. Yet for the Je’Daii who ventured too deeply into the shadows, there was only one destination: the dark moon, Bogan.

It was intended as a place of meditation—where the unbalanced were sent to gaze upon Ashla’s light until they found their center once more. The ancient texts claim that every soul exiled to that lunar surface was eventually redeemed.

The texts were wrong.

Of all who were cast away, one did not seek redemption. Instead of looking upward, he descended into the moon’s cavernous depths, cultivating in isolation the very darkness he was meant to reject. For millennia, he sustained his life unnaturally through a parasitic mastery of the Force. He watched the galaxy burn and rebuild, witnessing the technological leap that rendered obsolete the power pack once required to energize his weapon.

Now he wields a lightsaber—an accursed vessel that embodies Bogan’s dark nature, barely containing the chaotic fury of the eruptive kyber crystal within. Bled by the ancient Force of the dark side, fractured lines lattice the Reaver’s body, as though it is rupturing from the inside out.

Forged of minerals excavated from Bogan’s rocky crust, the surface of this weapon bears a stark resemblance to it, scarred only by the harshness of time. With its distressed metal ridges, aggressive silhouette, and gritty detailing, this lightsaber ignites with the menace of a burning derelict, held together by nothing but the sheer will of its wielder.

What ultimately became of this dark exile remains a mystery to this day, but hushed whispers suggest that this lightsaber still lies deep within Bogan, calling out from the silence in a voice that can only be translated as “Fractured Dominion.”

Do you have the strength to take it… or will the power destroy you?