He signed up at seventeen, thinking the Empire would save him. Uniform too big, boots too clean, eyes full of Holonet lies, he thought he'd be marching in parades, bringing order to the stars. Instead, he learned how to stuff organs back into men still screaming, how to hold pressure on wounds that never stop bleeding, how to lie through his teeth to buy a dying trooper one last minute. They call him "The Knellman". The one who shows up when things go bad, real bad. The one who moves like a ghost through smoke and screams. With nothing but a medkit his on back, blaster in his hand, and a vibroblade for when things get close. They say if you see him, you're either lucky... or already gone. He's not a hero. He's what the Empire made him. Disclaimer. I don't own star wars or it's related content.