A/N: I do not own Star Wars or any part of the franchise; all rights and ownership belongs to Disney. The ideas portrayed within this piece of fiction are purely Fan-based explorations for my fellow enthusiasts to enjoy. I very much appreciate constructive reviews so please feel free to leave me your thoughts.

Thank you and happy reading. :]

P.S. I am going to thoroughly edit this story now that I have the time to do so. Prologue is now updated.

~ProphetessMinty


Prologue

Fear. Anger. Hate. Suffering.

Fear keeps its enemies in the dark without a light...without hope.

Anger is a shackle that prevents its victims from standing formidably, as it is meant to distract them from what lies ahead.

Hate, the anti-fruit of "love", is poisonous to the bone and marrow; from where it seeps like sap from a tree, rott and decay are sure to follow.

Suffering is the complete anguish one endures when the light of life snuffs out like a candle.

Evil welcomes darkness as an old friend and adorns its principles with a gaudy crown of faux-regality. There is much pride placed upon the glittering enticement of this chaotic wonder. Destruction breeds under the throne of corruption, staged on high in an unlikely place as it is cloaked in great malfeasance. Capitalizing on the careless listening ears of assemblies far and wide, evil speaks with a voice of silken falsehoods. Under the table of strategic gambles, strings are being pulled taught with casual finesse.

With every twitch of the finger, the master of deception pulls together his plans which weave a long and tangled web of calamity. Every word that proceeded out of his mouth of wickedness, fueled an order so vile it turned helping hands into fists. Brother against brother; sister against sister; blaster against blaster; and so forth. The raging sea of animosity reigned as never before, a violence so foul it curdled the blood of innocents. Terror patrolled the streets in the form of white plastoid and smoking orders.

It started with a directive, four simple but putrid words: "Execute Order Sixty-Six".

As one jerks a string to tighten a knot, the deceptive tactician pulled the remaining slack to finish his work. From the inner core to the outer rim, worlds far and wide, a secret war's end came to fruition. Malice was tasted; tangy iron abundant in the mouths of the dead. Clones turned upon their Jedi allies and on that day and the days to follow, master and apprentice fell beside each other in utter surprise. The objective was about gaining power and control to stabilize a Republic turned Empire.

Tyranny had become the perfect usurper.

Wars and rumors of wars cracked the very foundation of faith the people had in the Republic; their home and safe haven. Dreamers died from incredible sadness and truth-seekers were brought to their knees before justice was served. Truth became like water and slipped through the grasp of the Jedi; the clarity of light was exchanged for the shroud of darkness.

Time had run out. It was time for the Jedi to end.

"Execute Order Sixty-six."