The Guardians of The Whills

~from Lyra Erso

Tear tracks glistened on her face, shining through the layer of soot and grime that had settled on it over the past few days. The Temple…she couldn’t leave it behind. She’d hidden in the caverns below for days trying to protect what lay within as best she could while protecting herself. This was her duty, no matter what.

The Jedi were gone, but she never thought that any being with its soul still intact would ever dare to mount a siege on a scared place such as this. Her people hat protected the Kyber for generations. She’d heard all the stories of plunderers and thieves who attacked every so often. She’s faced several herself years ago during the Clone War, and many more after. While the Jedi were off fighting for who knows what and then disappearing from the galaxy altogether, the outlaws and criminals of the galaxy gained confidence, but most often lost it upon entering the Temples. But this time it was different…

The Guardians of the Whills were no lame group of monks. They were warriors and protectors. True believers of the Force…but now…nothing more than a memory.

These men who’d arrived mere days ago had already taken all they could but still refused to leave. They could not see the crystals so they had scooped up the very ground to collect them.

Rage burned inside her. She wanted shout out and attack them. The rock-lion within her could not stand by and watch as these monsters with no honour or shame took the lives of her people and destroyed their homes out of greed. And with those crystals, they would surely only inflict more destruction. They would reign across the galaxy brandishing their new prize and walk right over those who stood in their way.

These men did not deserve what they had just stolen from her. She cursed the force for ever creating beings such as these…but then she remembered…the first lesson her mother had taught her…“Patrona”, she had said, “There will always be two kinds of people in the galaxy. Those who preserve and those who raze. That balance must remain, and you, your job is to protect that balance…defend it at all costs, or we are left with nothing.”

Gasping for breath as she ran up the endless flights of stairs from the vaults, these words rang in her ears. She clutched the crystal to her heart. She had to leave this planet, leave her name, and start a new life. One day, a new hope would emerge. She was…Lyra now…and instrument, no longer a guardian. Nobody could know her secret, but she would pass on what she had learned. That was the way. The will of the Force. These men, the destroyers, she promised herself that they would never win.

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The Giver

She was alone. And then there was a child. A boy with brown hair and deep dark eyes that reflected the stars. She didn’t understand how it happened, and the others refused to believe that there was no father.

A child born into slavery. She wouldn’t have wished such a fate upon anyone. And yet she carried him, gave birth, raised him, and promised that he would have the life he deserved. The best life that his little mind could dream of. No matter how her own fate changed through the years, through all the pain and anguish, she never lost hope. No matter what, she woke each morning, believing that it would be the day her son would begin the life that he was destined for. So she prepared him. Taught him to be good and to be quiet, and work hard; just as she had all her life. Because she knew that that was the only way they could survive.

She bottled up all the anger and resentment, all the frustration she’d ever felt, and buried it deep down inside her where he would never see it. She had to. She had to be strong, for him.

He was special.

And then one day when she thought things could never get worse, the Jedi came. And she watched as they rode out into the sunset with her little boy. She watched as her light in the darkness, her hope, her shining star on the darkest night, disappeared beyond the horizon.

And back to normal she went. There was no time to be upset, no time to be thankful, no time to be at ease. She had to be strong, for him.

She would see him again someday…some day after he’d seen the galaxy and travelled across the stars.

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“The simplest gesture of kindness can fill the galaxy with hope” ~Ancient Jedi Saying ( from ‘Star Wars Rebels’)

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Order 66-Part 2

~from Jedi Master Luminara Unduli

Smoke billowed around her. Flames licked the bodies of fallen soldiers and droids, dancing in front of her eyes as though they were waiting to engulf her too. She called on the force to haul herself onto a nearby catwalk, narrowly escaping that fate.

She looked upon the scene before her, the manifestation of all her worst fears. War. Blood. Death. Destruction. She’d become everything she’d sworn to condemn forever. And then a startling realisation came over her; the flames had already engulfed her…years ago when the war began.

Had Barris been right?, she wondered…She’d been heartbroken when her padawan had attacked the temple, an act unthinkable in itself, but then she framed her dearest friend for it. Her anger and resentment had metamorphosed into hate and consumed her, and then they’d spread through the ranks of the Jedi like wildfire. Enhancing an already present fear which had controlled them for decades…only now did she sense the irony of it all…

Barris had seen that, she’d called them out…but in such a brutal way…she wondered where her young padawan had learned that, and prayed that it wasn’t from her. She imagined it was the war taking its toll on all of them. The young were always the first too see it. Ahsoka had realised the Jedi were doomed too, and no longer what we were meant to be…Ahsoka made a choice, but these clones here today, they did not. She just knew it. Their minds were clouded, they didn’t hear her scream. They were not in control and didn’t deserve this fate…yet they’d unleashed so much death and pain. She’d felt it in a flash across the galaxy. As though hundreds of voices had cried out in terror, and were suddenly silenced. Like an eternal, fighting light had finally been snuffed out. If that bunker hadn’t exploded she would have been snuffed out too…

She shuddered despite the heat of the flames and in that instant she knew the galaxy was doomed. The balance was finally destroyed, and they’d played a part in its destruction for decades. The light was gone. And she needed to go too. She was not safe here, or anywhere anymore…she thought perhaps she could try the emergency comm link, but she had little faith that it would work.

She staggered on…submitting her fate to the will of the force. She ignited her lightsaber, one last time, and lost herself in the flames.

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Order 66

~from Clone Commander Wolffe

It was like they flipped a switch inside our heads that we didn’t even know was there, and suddenly everything went blank. And only one single thought remained. Dangling in front of my eyes, ringing in my ears. Repeating itself over and over like a broken protocol droid—kill the Jedi.

As soon as I heard those fatal words, “Execute Order 66” My mind went into overdrive, no longer functioning. My arms and legs took over, like they weren’t in my control, but I let them anyway. And I didn’t feel like I needed to stop it. It felt so right, like this was how it was always meant to be—like in our nightmares…

The ones which haunted us in our Barracks late at night as cadets on Kamino. The nightmare of The Evil Jedi. It was so unimaginable that we never, ever thought it was even remotely real. We’d laughed about it as we got older, all our brothers had…but now that is was real, I couldn’t even begin to comprehend it. Before I even registered what was happening, it was over.

And after it was over, after I watched General Plo fall fall from the sky—The man who’d once told me he’d seen something special in me, who’d told me he trusted me with his life, who’d said he cared about me like I was more than some expendable machine—I didn’t know what to do.

I landed beside the wreckage, hoping it was just another nightmare. My mind was at war with itself, 2 sides fighting over control over my body–the man and the death machine. I stumbled over to the crashed ship, one second aghast by what I’d just witnessed and done, the next second feeling like I should walk away and move on to the next one. I raised my blaster as I approached. For the first time in my life, there was no one by my side as I did, and I couldn’t trust anyone…

When I saw his face I was paralysed, by grief, anger, confusion, fear. My arms raised the blaster, ready to finish him off, the Jedi who’d betrayed me, who’d…who’d…what!? Who’d NOTHING!! This was all wrong, so wrong, but so right!! My head was bursting, I wanted to ram it into a wall. I wanted to wring my own neck to shake myself out of this madness. What did this make me? I thought wildly. A seppie plotter? A murderer? But weren’t the Jedi the murderers!?

I bolted. I threw myself back into the ship and flew off. I wasn’t safe. I was definitely not safe. As I flipped the consoles to jump out of there I remembered a story. More of a rumour…whispers from the 501st. I’d always thought it was a myth, just like our nightmares…but I guess now it all made sense. They’d said one of the clones found a control chip inside our heads that we’d had from birth (which made it a plot by the Kaminoans). The chip was supposed to make us turn on the Jedi and kill them wherever we were, no matter what we were doing. Some of the men had even said they saw one of the clones lose control and kill one of the Jedi in front of their eyes. I hadn’t believed one word of it…until I’d just become it. Nobody had believed that clone…not even the Jedi, so he shot himself in the head. Ah how it all made sense now, but no sense at all….AAAAH! I almost screamed out loud. My mind was reeling again. Did that mean the Kaminoans were seppies? And would that make all the clones SEPPIES!? Oh what in the galaxy…I almost collapsed. I set course for Coruscant when I got an incoming signal…from Rex. I hesitated before I answered…this could be a trap, or any number of unsuspected things. But then an instinct I didn’t know if I should trust, opened the channel.

“Hey Brother”, he said solemnly as the hologram flickered to life. “Did you get the order? Did it happen to you too?” he paused. “Like in our nightmares?”. I was so taken aback I didn’t respond for at least 30 seconds. “You mean…it wasn’t just me?…You’re not about to arrest me? You’re not calling me to take me in?” I said warily…then…did I hear him, chuckle? It was a sad chuckle, like he took pity on me. “I’m holding a camp, refugee sort, off the radar. Where it’s safe for us. I promise you. You’re not alone Wolffe, and you never will be. We’re brothers…remember?…always.

“Sending coordinates…”

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Princess of Nothing

Dust and Blood. That is all that is left of my planet. It was ripped apart before my eyes, before I could blink. And before I could even begin to process what I’d just witnessed I was whisked away back to my cold, dark, empty cell. The only family I’ve ever known or loved are gone and I can’t help thinking of Kier every minute. I can’t stop thinking that he was right…And he warned us, he knew that if we fought this fight we would never be safe. And now all those innocent, peaceful people? Half of whom never even knew about any of this, Are all gone.

…When it finally hit me I just curled up into a ball and sobbed my heart out. No one was watching, and no one heard me. I imagined my mother and father’s warm embrace. I felt them holding me just like they did the night that Kier died. But then I opened my eyes…and I didn’t know what to do. I thought of my mission. The plans. Obi wan Kenobi. It all seemed so distant and so irrelevant now. Who knew if anyone had even got my message, let alone followed its instructions. And even if they had, where would they go now? Alderaan…Alderaan is…, and my father too…and so is any hope of finishing this impossible mission.

That fire of rebellion I’d felt only hours ago when facing that blasted mind probe had diminished. The force inside me which brought me here in the first place had been silenced.

I am the Princess of Nothing.

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“Hope is like the sun. If you only believe in it when you can see it, you’ll never make it through the night.” ~Amyln Holdo (from ‘Star Wars The Last Jedi’)

The Will of the Force

Death. What is it? What does it mean?

Master Yoda says it’s merely a change in form. A transformation from the living to the cosmic force. So why does everyone always look so grief stricken and sorrowful when they hear the news, if no one’s every really gone?

You can’t stop change, any more than you can stop the suns from setting. So why is it so hard to deal with? Nothing lasts forever…but, doesn’t it? If not in one form then another?

Why do we mourn those who transform into the force when they’re simply moving on? We must rejoice for them, not be so selfish. Their movement into a new world means they are at peace. It is the natural order of things, it can’t be stopped. So why do we even try?

Why is our fear of death always so much stronger than our will to live? So many questions…who’s answers are unknown. And that is our greatest fear of all. Everything we are afraid of seems to stem from what we do not know.

It amazes me that our minds always see a blank space as the end and not a new beginning.

An abyss and not an open door.

Darkness and not light.

Leaving everything behind, and not something to find.

…but Why?

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The Mandalorian

He was trained by the best in the galaxy, and he fought with honour.

After years of fighting he earned his armour. A treasure to his people. Forged of an alloy only they could ever create. Passed from generation to generation, and now his. It was the greatest honour of all. His armour carried the blood of the stars and held a millennia of stories, and now his.

He travelled across the galaxy, and was feared yet respected everywhere he went.

Known not by name or face.

A bounty-hunter with a code. A legend.

A Mandalorian.

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Stop Wars

~from the clones

War. It breaks you. Crushes the mind. Torments the soul.

Adrenaline rush. Fire. Run. Scream.

Fire, burning all around. Silence.

We were forged by it. Forged for it.

War runs deep through our veins. Our training is in our blood. We were made to fight and then…

Don’t be fooled by colours and lights and flashing ships…they’re on fire. Laser swords cutting down their victims, they scream in agony, there’s blood.

The stars hold this truth. They hold our history and our fate. They hold our stories…so many stories. Of victory, yet of pain, suffering, death.

We spent years killing for a cause that didn’t exist. We watched millions of our brothers die, and each time, we died a little too. Every drop of blood spilled, spilled millions of times over from each and every one of us. We are woven together in ways no one could understand. But then one unexpected, unprecedented day, we were turned from flesh and blood to machines within a second, and as though we had no minds to think, we let go. Like robots they took control of us and we fired. Just fired. Until every last one of them lay dead upon the floor—backstabbed , murdered in cold blood.

In a pile of robes and blood we watched each Jedi’s life force drain away, one after the other, after the other. I watched them drain away.

Fade into nothingness, just like me.

We were used. Used for a sick purpose we never could have guessed. There was a rumour years ago about Arc Trooper ‘Fives’ from the 501’st, they said he knew what was going to happen, but the chap killed himself cuz no one believed him…not even general Skywalker.

We thought we were intelligent. Thought we were better than those seppie droids. Truth is we were just the same. We were nothing. We were just like them but with the pain and awful memories of war. They were at piece when it was done, shut down.

We’re alive, but not living. Left with nothing…

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Report:The Death Star

To Rebel Command: By the light of Lothal’s moons…

An abominable machine of mass destruction. Built by known Imperial Scientist and weapons developer Galen Erso.

Weapon is capable of effective hyperspace travel despite its size, relative to a small moon.

Weapons full power has fortunately not yet been displayed but can be expected to be devastating. As of now, Jeddah city and Imperial base of operations on Scarif have been destroyed, both attacks rumoured to be merely test subjects.

They call it “The Death Star”. It is not merely a weapon but a fully functional space station. Destroying it will be a fatal blow to the Empire. The station is equipped with barracks for thousands of troops, a mess hall, command centres, and numbers of hangers flooded with TIE’s ( Latest from Lothal factory and more that I’ve never seen ), and shuttles for evacuation. Larger hangers hold Light cruisers, troop transports and gunships.

Be warned: Weapons next target will be the Rebel Alliance military base. They are too nearsighted to have tracked us down but Governor Tarkin and Vader have gotten involved so we must be weary. Do not underestimate them, and stay prepared for anything.

The only way to destroy it is by taking a small fighter down the equatorial trench and firing ion torpedoes through a 2 metre opening that leads to the main reactor. Chances of success are low but not impossible. Only a skilled, experienced and creative pilot will successfully make the shot.

I repeat: Do not underestimate them.

We are outnumbered and outgunned, but have faith and don’t lose hope. There will come a brighter day.

Godspeed Rebels, and may the force be with us all.

Fulcrum out.

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Kanen

Even without sight he had a vision. A hope for the future. A light at the end of this ever so dark tunnel.

Since he was a boy, it seemed like the fighting had only increased, more and more deaths each day, and every effort he made to try and stop it seemed futile. War was all he’d ever known. He was forged by it.

His name was Kannen. A mask that hid his true identity. The facade of a man that did not exist. This man was no Jedi, merely a fighter, like many others struggling to survive the galaxy.

But one day it all changed.

The day he found Hope. A light so pure he couldn’t live a lie any longer. And finally, he was free.

The Stars were his calling, and he rose to them.

He rose to his friends.

His friends were his family.

And his family, was everything.

He had lost his way for a long time, but never again.

Even without sight he had a vision.

A vision of Hope.

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