Starwarsfallenorder Stories

(This fanfic is based off of the game Star Wars Jedi: Fallen Order.) When Cal gets captured by the dark side after falling into a trap, Trilla twists and corrupts his mind making him work on her side as an inquisitor bound to destroy what is left of the jedi. Cal, conflicted by his dark past and haunted by the ghost of who he once was, swears to protect his new master and will destroy anything that'll get in his way. Cere, Merrin, and Greez refuse to leave him behind. Though he is too dangerous to approach now, they won't let Cal lose hope for the future in a world that was destroyed by Order 66.

Cal Kestis has had many adventures since destroying the holocron. Fire is starting to spread across the galaxy as more and more systems start to rebel against the empire. Somehow Cal feels drawn into this conflict. He will come face to face with people from his past offering both new opportunities and conflicts.

You and Cal were bestfriends before the purge. But after what had happened, both of you thought that you were dead. After years of seeing eachother for the first time, however, new feelings start to get in the way of your friendship...

*This story is meant to be a companion piece to "Jedi: Fallen Order," and is Episode #2 in a 3 part series* In the years proceeding Order 66 and the formation of the Empire, Imperial forces hunt Jedi in every corner of the galaxy. The Emperor has invoked the Rule of One, a new Sith doctrine which elevates Sidious to divine status. With no need for the Emperor to have a new apprentice, Vader is free to train Dark Side disciples, searching for the perfect warriors to surround and protect his Emperor. But with his most intelligent and cunning pupil Cor Shan experimenting with passion, a very powerful asset, how will this serve the Empire? Inquisitors stand as their most fierce and loyal soldiers, forever dedicated to the will of the Dark Side. But are these figures all monsters? Or do some, like Trilla, posses human hearts? Come join me for a tale of star-cross lovers, torn apart by the Dark Side.

When that crimson blade came slicing through the air, slashing down onto the paralyzed woman's back; when her body soundlessly collapsed, her eyes wide open and unseeing; when the roaring fire consumed her body, her ash swept away by the droids, everyone thought Trilla Sudari was dead. All of them were wrong. Legends told of phoenixes burning away in a blaze of glory when they die, only to reborn from the ashes, as something new, yet also retaining their old self. They say all legends were based on truth, they were not wrong. Trilla Sudari had been burned away in a blazing inferno; rising from her ashes, Aaliyah Rivera stood tall and proud.

Stars are falling. Some vanish without warning. Others scream through the sky, tearing the air apart before anyone can question why. The galaxy shifts and shrugs it off as coincidence-unwilling to look too closely at the growing quiet between constellations. At the center of it all is an ordinary girl who was never meant to matter. Tarin doesn't wield the Force. She doesn't hear it speak. Yet the universe reacts to her presence in ways older than Jedi doctrine and buried beneath forgotten Sith legend-something vast, patient, and waking. Cal Kestis is the only one who senses the wrongness of it. The only Jedi close enough to feel the galaxy bending, and the only constant in Tarin's life as her dreams begin to fracture-filled with falling stars, roaring skies, and a fate she can't escape. Some destinies are written in the Force. Others are etched into the cosmos itself. And something long buried among the stars is finally stirring.

My OCs for my stories and Rps.

Long ago, born on the Planet Earth. A boy who's future was predestined way before his birth even came was known to be a powerful warrior in the way of the force. But on his planet his species became accustomed to out-world species. Becoming a resting point and stopping point for many aliens. Soon the boy reached the proper age as he awakened the force within himself. Attracting the attention of the Jedi Council and of The Dark Forces of The Galactic Republic. With time against him, the boy was picked up by the Jedi and was trained to become a great warrior. And soon the Last Man of Earth... (A/N: I do not own the Star Wars Franchise nor Izuku Midoriya, or any of the art used in this story. They all belong to their respective owners.) (A/N: For more information check on my Story Idea v1.)