STAR WARS: Rise of the Fel Empire Forty-six years before the Battle of Yavin... The Galactic Republic, ancient and vast, governs millions of star systems. Its Senate is increasingly paralyzed by factionalism, procedural delay, and the growing power of interstellar corporations whose influence rivals that of entire sectors. Along the Outer Rim, disputes over trade routes, taxation, and security escalate faster than the Republic can respond. Entire regions fall under the control of commercial alliances, while local governments appeal-often unsuccessfully-for aid from the Core. The Jedi Order, stretched thin across the galaxy, is dispatched to contain rising instability. With no great war to fight and no Sith threat believed to exist, the Jedi serve primarily as mediators and investigators, attempting to preserve order in a Republic showing signs of strain. Beyond the Republic's borders, in the uncharted depths of Wild Space, long-range exploration missions push farther than ever before. Unaware of what lies ahead, the Republic stands on the brink of first contact with a power hidden for millennia- a meeting that will quietly, irrevocably alter the balance of the galaxy.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my original characters which are listed in their own chapters. A man from our world is reborn with the memories, power, and abilities, of Revan. Bilar Ordo of House Ordo, the rulers of the prosperous world of Ordo of the Ordo System in the Mandalore Sector.

After the dissolution of the reconstituted Sith Empire, three centuries of civil war occurred to reunite the Empire under a chosen Ruler. Alrdin Thule is the 18th ruler of the Empire. And he is plagued by visions of death on a colossal scale. An ongoing genocide.

War had been humanity's constant companion. Through the world wars, Korea, Vietnam, and the War on Terror, humanity fought for reasons both petty and noble. By the 2050s and 2060s it seemed mankind had overcome its old tendency toward conflict. That hope did not last. In the 2070s, as political disputes grew, the United Nations Colonial Administration, a plutocratic oligarchy ruled by Earth's most powerful nations, used its authority for exploitation, abuse, and neglect. For forty-one years the colonies endured worsening conditions until, in 2111, civil war began across humanity's settled worlds. For nineteen years the Terran Civil War consumed everything. Billions died. Earth was devastated. Across the twelve colonized planets fleets fought without restraint. On June 5th, 2130 at 06:30, opposing admirals met above Reach and declared the war over. The following decade offered little relief. Tensions rose, and another conflict seemed likely. Everything changed on January 3rd, 2141, when the Systems Alliance was founded in New Alexandria, granting every star system representation. Under the Alliance humanity rebuilt and expanded. In 2340 a colony world named New Abilene fell silent. A wolf pack of Alliance frigates found the population massacred. Humanity entered war again, this time against the Threxil in a war that would last another 19 years, and would only end in 2359. Over the next 671 years the Alliance expanded to 953 planets and more than eight trillion citizens. On October 27th, 3031, our story begins.

Damien Lannister is an oddity. Possessing all the traits of his Lord Father Tywin Lannister, but with the compassion of his older brother Tyrion, maybe House Lannister could once more be the Noble Lions they once were.

In the heart of Texas, beneath the ruins of a nation that once stood as the world's last superpower, they awaken. Fifty-five thousand soldiers, warriors of the old world, preserved in cryogenic sleep since the twilight of America. With them, their families-men, women, and children frozen alongside the last true remnants of the United States Army. It was a desperate gamble, a contingency plan set in motion by a government that saw the end coming but refused to let the dream die. If the worst should happen, if the bombs fell, these soldiers would be the ones to rebuild. The worst did happen. The world burned. The United States was reduced to ash and legend, just another name lost in the howling chaos of the wasteland. And for 29 years, the vault's technicians kept their watch, aging in silence, waiting for the day the world would be stable enough to wake them. That day has come. In 2106, the chambers unlock. Ice cracks, breath returns, and the army of the past rises once more. They step into a world that is not their own, a world that has forgotten them, a world where law and order have given way to might and madness. But they were not preserved to be forgotten. They were not sent to sleep so that the dream of America would die in the dark. They will reclaim the land. They will rebuild the nation. They will finish what was started. But the wasteland is not a battlefield. It is not a war they were trained to fight. And in this new world, the old rules mean nothing. If they are to bring back the United States, they will have to earn it. Not with guns, not with power-but with will, with sacrifice, and with the sheer, unrelenting belief that America is not just a country. It is an idea. And as long as they stand, it will never die.

We all know that Percy was the son of Poseidon and Sally. But what if Sally wasn't his mother? In this Alternative Universe, HER mother is Hera herself. (In my story, Percy was born Perseia Achillia)

In 1621, Rome was reborn. Alessandro Vittorio Aurelio forged an empire from the fractured remains of Italy, crushing the Ottomans and reclaiming the Balkans, Anatolia, and North Africa. History itself was rewritten. Now, in 1811, Rome stands alone-the only empire to outlaw slavery, the only power that hunts slavers without mercy. The world calls it justice. The world calls it tyranny. At its helm sits Marcus Vittorio Aurelio, Imperator of Rome. Feared. Respected. Unyielding.

Updated Summary: For hundreds of thousands of years, a vast hyperspace barrier has surrounded the entire galaxy, sealing off travel to anything beyond. Now, on the galactic western edge within the Unknown Region, that barrier has collapsed. And now, the Lehonan Empire begins its expansion beyond the borders of its galaxy. Led by Emperor Cassian XIV of House Thule and guided by the wisdom of his father, the Empire seeks new territory, new resources, and new victories. For hundreds of thousands of years, a vast hyperspace barrier has surrounded the entire galaxy, sealing off travel to anything beyond. Now, on the galactic western edge, that barrier has collapsed. A neighboring galaxy, long known to Imperial astronomers and only 10,000 light-years away, is finally within reach. The first imperial fleet to cross the hyperspace barrier enters the new galaxy unaware of the horrors they will soon face.

(AN: My character and his species are my intellectual property. Steal it and I hurt you.) He fell from the sky as a child and landed in the arms of a quiet couple who never asked where he came from. They raised him with steady hands and honest hearts, teaching him not just how to live, but how to carry strength without letting it carry him. Now the world knows him as Paladin. He doesn't live in a tower or command a satellite. He walks the fields. He hears the sirens. He sees the things the Justice League can't. And when everything goes wrong, he's already moving. He doesn't fight for glory. He doesn't need recognition. He protects because he was raised to believe that protecting others is simply what you do. He is calm when others panic. He is focused when others hesitate. He holds the line when no one else can. Not because he was told to. Because someone has to. And when he arrives, there is no question. The fight is over.