Serendipity

Fourteen Years

Fourteen years soared since the horrific Jedi Purge. A dreadful order was given that day, something not a single individual had predicted. It immediately turned the murky tides in the war of good versus evil. Commanders turning against their own brothers whom they had fought devotedly alongside for eons, and not a single regret reverberated from their unacceptable actions; they laid expressionless as the rifles ripped apart their fellow comrade's flesh.

During the procedure of the methodical purge, insignificant portion of fortunate Jedi's started fleeing from the war, everyone who managed to escape couldn't help but feel confused, hurt, angry, disappointed and by what the majority felt betrayal. It didn't take long for the Jedi temple to realize this catastrophic incident. The idea of evacuating everyone never touched the surface, the risk was too severe and therefore they all retreated into hiding, completely dismissing themselves from the war, concealing whom they once were, and remaining in complete solitude.

Time gradually passed. Jedi's were continued to be hunted down and killed on sight, this order was devised and imprinted in the minds of every individual by Emperor Palpatine himself. The Galactic Empire had their eye over certain areas, sections which required close observation before progressing onwards, over time more and more people started becoming brainwashed to become wary of the Jedi; this worked especially well due to the usage of propaganda, teaching everyone that the Jedi were the criminals and the villains of the war.

It seemed impossible to defeat the Empire, not a single person stepped against them, no one dared to speak against them, this is exactly what kept everyone in line until a group of brave individuals started planning to combat against the Empire; these people were the Rebellion. It unquestionably was risky, comparable to death itself or even more depending on whom they were up against. Strictly speaking, the Emperor himself built his entire nation around individuals who can fight and obtain what he wants.

The stormtroopers are the frontlines in his battle assets, he views them as 'disposable' and nothing more. Further up the hierarchy, commanding officers lead the troops to battle, focusing on tactical maneuvers rather than implementing themselves into the battlefield. The Emperor views them as the trooper's equal, nothing more than pawns to be used up.

His focus or something he wants to make sure he can preserve for as long as possible are the inquisitors and Darth Vader himself. Inquisitors are a group of Force-sensitive individuals who are tasked with hunting down remaining Jedi's, the number of growing inquisitors training in the Galactic Empire is unfathomable, something that the Rebellion mostly feared but not as much as the Sith Lord himself. Most of the Rebellion heard stories but never experienced him in battle.

The feared man or machine was tall, darkness clouded him, they could feel it, almost suffocating Darth Vader was the Emperor's trump card and valued possession. Time painfully passed by, the Rebellion became more established, slowly destroying specific regions the Empire had little interest in observing and eradicated the purposefully placed stigma; allowing minimal freedom to arise.

Over time more individuals started joining the Rebellion, some powerful allies establishing connections with the Rebellion in secret from the Empire, slowly and eventually the once-minuscule Rebellion became a problem for the Galactic Empire. Their focus, with the permission of the Emperor himself, switched onto the Rebellion and anyone associated with them.

Fourteen years after that fateful day, the Rebellion remains strong, fighting against the Empire and their purpose of retaliation multiplying passively. Emperor Palpatine already recognized the threat, yet he didn't acknowledge how dangerous the Rebellion was growing to be. Juggling in his own thoughts, the Emperor eventually decided to send a warm-gift while presenting a sinister smile.

The entire Rebellion trembled, their emotions disturbed, fear invoked as they physically could sense something malevolent coming. It didn't need any appearance to recognize what is to eventually arrive. The Rebellion began hesitating in their actions, this 'feeling' left an impression of uncertainty. They didn't know what or who they are up against like it was mentioned beforehand, most of the Rebellion had never fought this malicious individual, all they had a taste of war stories and that was enough to draw a mere depiction in their head.

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"We are going to need help. I am afraid this is out of our expertise," a cautious voice spoke out.

"But Commander! We haven't faced this person yet! How can we decide to call for help when we haven't tried to deal with it ourselves?!"

Within the ship, a conflict of emotions surged, the Commander knew his position, but he also knew something unbeknownst to his crew members that the threat they were eventually going to deal with is something too dangerous.

"Please trust me on this everyone, this isn't someone who can be dealt with from our experience alone." Walking down the command deck, hands folded behind him, he continued staring at every individual, reading their emotions closely, "this entity isn't someone we can ever hope to defeat. You all remember that day the day where all the Jedi's were eradicated. Well, people kept wondering who was responsible for eliminating such skilled warriors." He paused momentarily before gazing towards everyone with a deadly-stilled expression.

"This is the man who was responsible for eradicating them." Silence escalated. It was simple, fear became words on a physical-field, no one dared reply with another suggestion of retaliation against the Sith Lord.

"Then who do we ask for help if there is no one capable to defeat him?"

A smile that no one could comprehend surfaced on the Commander's face, "there is someone, yet I don't have the slightest clue if she is ready to remove herself from the shell that she placed on herself." Removing himself from the room, the commander walked down the hallway and into the basement.

Opening an old-dust filled box, he picked up a stationary device and narrowed his expression before pressing upon it. Light beamed up, a cloaked figure appeared standing tall as it looked around before focusing on someone.

"Rex? It's good to see you. I assume this isn't just for idly chit-chatter."

The feminine voice spoke out, Rex smiled slightly.

"I am afraid so Commander, this is a serious issue. We need your help."

"Send me your coordinates and I'll be there as fast as possible."

"Alright, thank you, Commander."

"No need to thank me."