Star Wars Rebels Sith Au

S01E01

He liked the quiet... He liked the calm, the peace, the solitude and most importantly? He loved the independence. He liked to wake early to watch the sun rise over the distant city line and stay up late to watch the same sun sink below the small mountain range, not because he needed to, not because he had to... But because he wanted to.

He liked to watch the gentle rays of light stretch over the plains, reaching out to warm the chill of night. He could stand at the edge of his radio tower for hours, and with no one to tell him not to, often times he did. He could see everything from his keep, the city, the distant cliffs, the dried lakebed, the port... But he'd already seen everything there was to see a hundred times over.

That was the price he paid by living in the radio tower, he could have enrolled himself to be a Republic soldier or a miner, he could have asked to become an apprentice at a vendor within the city. However, he chose to remain a street rat, stealing food, picking pockets or rooting through garbage on the backwater planet of Lothal.

Because he knew, at the end of the day the only person he could rely on was himself.

It was an endless cycle of hunger and thirst, desperation and depression. He wanted to curse everyone and everything that had a held the cards which forced him to flee the city, his home, his life... But he was forced to crawl to the feet of the very people who had beat him, spat at him and hurt him, begging for food, begging for water...

Nothing ever changed...

Until something did.

Suddenly, there was something new. A massive shadow moved across the plains, slithering like a snake between the blades of grass, scattering birds and other creatures seeking refuge in the tall sward.

The massive ship lazily carried on it's way, oblivious to the disturbance it reeked below from its position in the sky. As it carried about its business it crept towards the sun, moving slowly, slowly, higher and higher into the sky until the ship consumed it, blotting out its gentle rays.

His eyes narrowed as he watched the silver underbelly cut through the low hanging clouds, standing pitiful guard against it, the ship paid them no mind, not even aware of their flimsy blockade as it carried through towards the city.

He watched until it relinquished it's hold on the sun before he moved to the ladder clinging to the fragile edge of the tower, descending to the dusted grasses below, quivering wryly in the massive ship's breath.

Ships came and went but never, never ships as large as the one heading towards the port. This was different, this was change, this was an opportunity. And not one he would willingly pass up.

He walked around the base of his tower, sliding his hand over the dust and pebble dented surface of the cool metal plating before pausing to reach down and pull up a hatch. What once held a power cell, now little more then a small shed where he kept his (Stolen) speeder.

He looked over the plains to the city, another smaller, more compact ship leapt fourth from the larger ship's underbelly, descended to the port below. The calm morning breeze beckoned him forth. Something was in the air, something different...

Something was coming.

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The city was bustling with the morning crowd per usual, people and aliens alike mulled about between the various vendors littering the streets. If you asked anyone, and if anyone decided to be honest, they would tell you that the city was little more than an outpost, a small collection of buildings housing various markets and vendors, selling goods either stolen, retailed or crafted.