Star Wars: Beginning Of The Dark Times
Prologue
It's the third year of the Clone Wars. Three, three years of bloody, brutal conflict, spanning from one end of the galaxy to the other. Conflict that spread like a raging inferno, engulfing entire systems. I've witnessed things no one should ever see. Lost many friends and comrades to a war I can't fully understand. But we must continue to fight to ensure peace in the galaxy. This is why we fight, so others won't have to ~ The Journal of Mrrak Tset.
War, it's never easy for us or even best for us. Though sometimes war is the only option left when diplomacy fails. Many thousands of people across the galaxy never wanted this war, I certainly didn't. Despite that, I made a commitment when I became a Jedi. A commitment to protect democracy and every being who values it. A commitment to selflessness.
Chapter 1: Betrayal
Cato Niemodia
"General Tset." "Yes commander Grez", Mrrak replied. "We are ready to begin our siege on the main droid stronghold", said Grez. "Would you like to do honors sir." "Why of course Grez." "Try to not destroy every droid sir," joked Grez. "I'll try my best." With that Mrrak started towards the bridge. He placed one foot on the bridge and looked around. Huh, he thought, This is beautiful place too bad the war is taking from that. Mrrak was about half way across by now. He gave the signal for the clones to get ready. "Commander Grez, the time has come...execute order 66." "It will be done my lord," Grez said affirmatively. "Ok men take him out." Mrrak was about three quarters the way across the bridge when suddenly, his danger sense burned white hot. He jumped back a second before a shell hit right in front of him. The force of the explosion threw him back fifteen feet. Wha- is go- were they trying to kill-, Mrrak thought – head spinning.
He pulled himself up off the ground gently, slightly wincing. "Grez what just happened...Grez!" "Sorry sir, nothing personal, just orders.", Grez said with slight dejection. "What do you-." Before he could finish, a volley of cannon fire went off. Mrrak sensing the danger, began to run. The shells were closing in on him fast. He continued running, dodging and weaving through the explosions as they hit. Mrrak could see the end of the bridge now. Just get to the end, he told himself. Just get to the-. A large explosion went off to his right, sending Mrrak flying off the bridge.
