Seven years have passed since the mysterious events on Yavin 4. In that time, LUKE SKYWALKER's reformed Jedi Order has grown into a thriving PEACEKEEPING ALLIANCE, dedicated to maintaining harmony across the galaxy. Now known as the JEDI PEACEKEEPERS, their mission echoes the ideals of the Jedi of old, embracing justice, balance, and service.
But a shadow has fallen over this era of hope. BEN SOLO, the promising student of Luke and son of LEIA ORGANA, has been missing for six long years. His unexplained disappearance haunts his mother and the galaxy alike, leaving questions unanswered and fears unaddressed.
Meanwhile, the NEW REPUBLIC stands firm, its authority strong, but tension simmers beneath the surface. LEIA, once a warrior for the Rebellion, finds herself confined by laws that restrict her ability to deal with the remnants of the old EMPIRE. Many believe these scattered remnants are nothing but disorganized warlords, but whispers speak of a dark power rising.
On the remote world of Jakku, far in the OUTER RIM, the rumors of an organization known as the FIRST ORDER are becoming all too real. A skilled NEW REPUBLIC pilot, POE DAMERON. Has discovered the First Order's existence and plans. In an attempt Poe Dameron has hidden himself in a small Village.
Stormtroopers descend upon an old Imperial base that has since transformed into a humble village. Among their ranks is FN-2187, a soldier conditioned to follow orders without question.
As the village braces for the impending raid, a sense of dread grows. The First Order is searching for something—or someone—and it won't stop until it achieves its objective.
The New Republic remains unaware of this dark threat on the horizon, the Jedi Peacekeepers oblivious to the coming storm. But the galaxy will soon discover that the true battle for peace is only just beginning...
Darkness settled over the desert planet of Jakku, a heavy blanket that covered the barren landscape, the shattered wreckage of fallen Imperial starships and machinery scattered across the dunes. Jagged silhouettes rose like phantoms, frozen remnants of the Empire's final battle, which had taken place over thirty years ago. In the moonlit night, the derelict hulls gleamed faintly, hinting at the devastation wrought by that long-ago conflict.
In stark contrast, three dropships cut sharply through the night sky, their repurposed Imperial designs streamlined and efficient. Engines roared as they soared low over the sands, trailing plumes of disturbed dust and sending shivers across the dunes. These ships were no longer relics but instruments of purpose—vessels of the First Order, charging toward a small settlement that stood defiantly amidst the ruins: Old Helga.
Once a forgotten Imperial outpost, Old Helga had since become a place of refuge for Jakku's settlers, seeking to rebuild their lives far from the watchful eyes of the galaxy's authorities. The once-pristine base had been transformed into a hodgepodge town with makeshift buildings and rusted equipment, where villagers bartered and survived as best as they could in the harsh desert climate.
Inside the dropships, stormtroopers stood shoulder to shoulder, swaying with the ship's turbulence. Their polished white armor, bright under the faint glow of the internal lighting, contrasted with the grimy remnants of the old Imperial forces. These soldiers were different, their bearing purposeful and uncompromising. They were conditioned for obedience and ruthlessness, embodying the principles of the First Order with their clean, menacing appearance.
One stormtrooper, FN-2187, glanced down at his weapon with a nervous grip. Around him, his comrades stood in disciplined silence, faces hidden behind identical helmets. The only sounds were the hum of the engines and the occasional static from comms. He had trained extensively for this moment, yet doubt tugged at the corners of his mind.
