STAR WARS Destiny of the Force

Call for help

The quiet space filled with Stars glowing in the darkness is everywhere around the outer rims of the planets and throughout the galaxy. The distance was so unique that one would think that traveling from one place to another would take so long. Years, months, days, who knows.

Within the darkness, a space ship appeared from out of nowhere. Or more specifically, from a speed faster than light.

This ship was a custom build Defender-class light corvette ship called Freedom. It was not like any others as it was a cross hybrid between a corvette and a freighter. Blasters on left, right, top, and bottom of the ship. The main deck which controls the ship was in the middle perfectly with a long nose on it. This was considered one of a kind as it was commissioned by 2 mercenaries.

First was Stanton Keene. A young, kindhearted space traveler who wished to explore the outer rim of the galaxy. While there were fear in the unknown reigns, he was filled with curiosity, courage, and hope. Of course this is not without faults. At a young age, he had suffer from several mental issues. First was that he suffered Post-traumatic stress Disorder from a young age when his parents were killed by the Sith Empire. His godmother, Natalya Stormbear took care of him since she developed a motherly bond. The second was Bipolar. Because of his past event and through horrible luck, he gets anxious with several episodes. When one mistake is made and someone leaves him, he goes into a manic state. Because of this, he failed to make new friends. Until he meet his wife, Krystal.

Krystal was the second mercenary on the ship and Stan's lover. Her home world was destroyed by Andross who was with the old Imperial Army many years ago. She rested on a planet with many wonderful creatures on Sauria. She has a gift of telepathy; able to read minds of others. Some would mistake her as a Jedi, guardian of peace of justice of the republic. Alas, she was not one with the force.

They both meet when he landed there on a mission to save the world from global chaos. When he meet her, he was taken aback by her beauty and heart. But more so, her telepathy allowed her to sooth his mind and help keep his mental and emotional energy in perfect balance. Ever since then, he started to open up to her and fall in love to the point where they got married and worked together as mercenaries.

Traveling around the galaxy with their own ship, they also managed to befriend a small astromech BB unit droid named BB-8. This ball droid was around during the time when the First Order, an army from the ashes of the Galactic Empire, tried to conquer the galaxy for the Emperor. But they were eradicated after their leader and their fleet were gone. So BB-8 was now assigned by the new Supreme Chancellor Erica to help assist Stan and Krystal during their mission. They soon grew to like the little droid as it was brave, cute, and deadly when it comes to enemy.

Now, they were cruising the ship out of hyperspeed in order to answer a cry of help. Stan controlled the steering and speed of the ship in order to not get hit by the debris of space parts either broken, left, or forgotten. But the pieces were fresh and new. The debris was everywhere. Not to mention the flying dead corpses drifting around in the coldness and lifeless space.

"This must be the place." Stan said as he looked around the aftermath of what looked like a massacre.

"It is. Keep moving. I'll try to find any life form." Krystal suggested.

Stan looked at her briefly. "Should we use radio to contact them?"

"No. By chance, the empire could hear us and we would be on the run again. Trust me. I know them."

"You're not the only one."

Stan decided to follow his blue Cerinian Fox wife and hover around the area. They can see so many dead bodies from the Republic around. Stan was worried if they were too late. The soldiers of the Republic were brave, loyal, and would sacrifice their lives for the freedom of the galaxy. The enemy, now the Sith Empire, wants to conquer it and bring peace through dictatorship, fear and power. There was even a debate on if the Empire was good or evil. But in the eyes of these two souls, the Empire was far from good. It was evil.

Minutes have passed since they arrived at the site of the battle aftermath. Things were starting to get more depressing as they were on a mission from the Supreme Chancellor and that they cannot delay any more. But if they left without looking hard enough, a possible survivor may die in the cold loneliness of space.

"Any life?" Stan asked his wife.

Krystal then opened her eyes in shock and hope. "There is one! Inside! We need to hurry."

Stan nodded. "BB-8. Keep the engines warm and prepare to jump to hyperspace in case things go wrong."

The little droid beeped in acknowledgment and went to the small control panel to work its magic.

Later, Stan and Krystal were in their space suits. They left the ship from the docking area and soon traveled around using their jet packs. Their oxygen levels are full. So that means they can look around to find the survivor without worry.

"God. Look at this." Stan commented.

"I know. If only the people can open their eyes. If only..." Krystal stopped and focused on locating the survivor.

Stan can tell she was heartbroken by this. He too felt the same. His parents, his people, all of them were killed by the Empire. He stayed close by to help her through as they continued.

The ship was no doubt a Republican Cruiser, transporting civilians to their destination on whatever planet they were going to. There were so many bodies there. Frozen, gray, and some even torn apart. There were also some soldiers of the Empire. Soldiers with white armor and a strange looking helmet that has a striking resemblance to the Galactic Empire and the First Order. But the visor part was different as it shows two large eye glass parts that almost resembles on of the Dark Lords of the Sith before the First Order. It was frighting to people, which was the Sith Empire's intention: Rule and bring order through fear.

"Damn. This place gives me the creeps. It's times like this I wish a Jedi was with us." Stan said.

"But they aren't with us now. And you know that the new Grand Master cut connections with the Republican government to avoid the past mistakes." Krystal said.

"Yea. But it would be nice to have one with us, or even have the powers of the Jedi."

"Me too...wait...Stan. I found her."

"Her?"

"Follow me!" Krystal then floated quickly to the area she sensed had the survivor and Stan followed her. He pulled out his two plasma energy revolvers in order to defend themselves if it was a trap.

They soon reached an area where the Escape Pods are. Most of them are empty, damaged, or inoperable. Krystal hovered to each section where the pods are or should be. As Stan followed, he was on high alert while trying to keep his mind calm.

"I have a bad feeling about this." He whispered.

Krystal then stopped at Pod number 23. She closed her eyes and focused as she touched the door.

"This is it. Right here." She said as she worked on the panel which miraculously has power.

After dialing the controls, the door opened revealing a Fox Digimon with shattered gloves and fur covered in dirt and blood. It was unconscious and was breathing through an emergency air tube. It looked like a Renamon. And from the looks of it, it's one of the new types with actual gender. A female.

"This is her. She must have sent a distress call." Krystal said as she went over to help the Renamon out of the area.

"She's lucky. Everyone else here is dead." Stan then pulled out his communicator. "BB-8. We found one. Get the medbay ready."

Inside the ship, BB-8 rolled towards the medbay and messed with the controls in order to get everything ready. While the little droid finished, he rolled back to the deck and soon enough, there was an alarm that something was coming out of hyperspace. Something sinister...