Star Wars: The Tragedy of One

Intro: The Beginning of a New Era

  Cries of anguish and suffering spread through out a distant planet for reasonable cause. Families, the homeless, the royalty, innocents, crooks; all forms of people were running amuck trying to get to the nearest shuttle in time. Others were too broken and downcast to even attempt to move or respond the situation before them.

  The planet itself was collapsing in, falling apart at the very core as buildings fell, crumbling at the super natural that befell them. Lava rose, the ground shook all the way to the crimson sky. Lightning danced along the world as Tsunamis rose over the mainlands, engulfing the once green plains. The planet itself was dying; falling into a bottomless pit that was darkness.

  Yet amongst the chaos, there was serenity. Among the distress, there was peace. Among the uncertainty, there was stability. Among the crumbling path of destruction, there was a road to prosperity.

  A woman with waist length Burnette hair, brown as the bark of the Kashyyk trees. Eyes that were a light haznut brown, so full of life and determination; looked to the sky above. She was a jedi who swore the Jedi Mantra. A Oath. A agenda to protect the very people who ran around her. Or die trying.

  Among the the crescent ill lit sky, a amarda of starships flew up above, blocking any way on or off the planet. Set on one thing only: set things into disarray. To shake the galaxy to its very knees. To send a message.
  "The time for you... the planet, you who inhabit the place, and especially you Jedi..." rasped the shadowy figure who stood among the command bridge of the leading starship. "Has come an end." Reaching out with a dark empty hand, the figure began to connect with the force, creating echos of hatred as it grasped along the planets moons, hastening the inevitable end.

  "So it's finally began...! A new threat has began on the galaxy. I WILL stop this before it officially starts" declared the Jedi. Reaching into the force herself, the Jedi extended her reach to the moons, trying desperately to withstand the onslaught of destruction. To bring balance to a tipped scale heading her way. "Even if you destroy this body, you cant really destroy what I am" declared the peacekeeper!

  Back on the command deck, the shadowy figure began to close their fist, watching the moons begin to crumble apart, tumbling down mercilessly to the people below. Until eventually, with a full grasp of their hand, the moons descended down, passing the judgement onto the others below. "Even with insurmountable odds, you continue to underestimate what the dark side can do" retorted the determined dark side user.

  Falling rocks and boulders turned into meteors, decimating any and everything they fell upon until the final calling. Despite her attempts, she could hear cries through out the planet of people not being able make it while others. She knew she couldn't save them all, but she would try her damnest to save many as possible. Closing her eyes in attempts to focus to try and hold back the cascading moons, she couldn't help but think of her own family.

  Would they be okay? Would her family grow and prosper? Would her family run into trouble? How would they live their everyday life? How would they receive advice on how to grow up? How would her family be without a mother? Would they love her, or hate her for what she was doing? But most of all, would her family be happy??

  Crowds of people began to get blown away along with various debris and other items as the moons got closer, about to touch down. The woman was struggling to hold it together, but now she was accepting her fate. She was content with her life, but one regret most of all. She wished she could see her sons grow into the good men she hoped for them to be.

  It now began, as unholy heat and fire kissed the air, making it hard to breathe as the falling moons made contact with the planet, creating an unprecedented impact noone ever truly felt. Cries of the billions on the planet could be heard as echos through the galaxy as the planet would be giving way to the moons that slammed into them, destroying the core as giant crators formed from the paved impact.

  Up above as people in the fleet watched in horror and awe, became witness as to how far dangerous the force could really be when handled by someone or something that was intuned with it. Not a single word or whisper was said as they watched down below when the fireworks began. Shockwave could be seen traveling through the atmosphere in various directions as multiple explosions began to take place after the initial collision. On the command deck, the Darkside user could only relish in the power they displayed as countless life's were engulfed and brought to their destiny. "The true power of the darkside is still yet to be displayed to the galaxy, for this is just the beginning!"

  Among the ending for those down below, the force sensitive mother was now at peace. Darkness began to engulf her after a bright flash. Knowing she would become one with the force after all this, it was relaxing. However in that instant, her eyes became to change colors, matching the stars that roamed the galaxy, as if in hyperspace herself, she was gifted the best thing she a mother most of all could ever ask for. She found herself gazing upon two young men with her very own eyes. Both were dirty blonde; one being curly, and the other with straight just like hers. The curly haired young man had the same matching brown eyes as her, while the other had a dark greenish blue to theirs. Both wore the traditional jedi robes with what looked like forged armor plates that looked like that of a mandalorian. What caught her attention the most was the fact her sons had a heart warming smile on their faces. She could hear them as they spoke out to her with reassurance. They would be just fine growing up.

"My sons..... Michael....C-Clayton... t-t-they..." smiled the mother as tears formed in her eyes before it ended. Then suddenly just like that, the planet exploded all together in one final burst, leaving nothing but debris floating through space as if nothing was there to begin with.

  Despite the peace and calmness on the outside, deep down inside, the billions of cries were truly heard by those force sensitive were easily be tortured if not killed by devastating blow itself. A wound in the force was created.

  Back on a far distant planet on the other side of the galaxy, by medical facility no less, two babies, one about nine months older who had 2 holes in their heart was now crying out into the air as it could hear the billions of people who had suddenly vanished. Suddenly the baby stopped crying, and was now peacefully asleep in their bacta tank.

  Emergency lights blazed red until the alarms were reset. Doctors and people dressed in armor began pouring into the room, worried about what took place. "What happened?? Why were the alarms going off" demanded a man with unmistakable curly dirty blonde hair who looked to be the leader. "Sir you're children, particularly your first born hes...." " HE'S WHAT?!" Cried the father. "The vitals.... they're normal, in fact; stronger than ever... the holes in his heart... they're closed.... and his miniclorion count.... it's higher than ever...... levels higher than we ever seen...!" The father stopped in place, mouth agape in shock, but filled with happiness none the less.

  "Jenny... Oh kriff... She won't believe it when she hears the news...!" As if on cue, a comms link went off on his wrist as a soldier who wore the same armor came into view. Walking into his quarters, setting his helmet to the side, he looked at the soldier with attentive eyes. "What is it?? Did  Jenny report back Robert?..." The soldier took his helmet off and bowed his head slightly with his eyes closed "Clayton Wren Jr.. I hate to tell you this but.... Barbra Jennifer Haefeker has fallen in battle... along with planet she was stationed at..." Time slowed down as the man's sky blue eyes opened wide in shock, unable to fully process the news as he fell to his knees. Before he could comprehend, tears were already cascading down his cheeks in anguish. "T-that can't be true... it can't be... Jenny..! Her kids.... OUR kids... they just... they just got better from their conditions.... A-and she....!" The father began to break down in tears fully as it all began to make sense when he turned his head to look upon a picture of his sons with their mother. "I'm sorry Bobo... I'll give you some time to yourself. I'm here for you when you need me" reassured the long time friend as he signed off the comm link. The timing of events, that just transpired in a few minutes were now clear. Their sons now generous health was a now parting gift of their loving mother. A gift from the force itself and a mother's undying love. A very small but bright light at the end of a very dark tunnel was now present for everyone to see in the incoming future.

  Today was the dawning of a new Era for the people of the galaxy. The story of Clayton Wren III and Michael Wren was beginning, ushering in a new page of history for the galaxy and its people. New conflicts of darkness and light were dawn, bound ahead for its new destination. A new prophecy was written among the stars.

  "The Tragedy of One Will Give Rise to The Power of Two.."