Hello everyone, and welcome to my next installment! This is the third episode in the Star Wars Eons series and will take place during the Galactic Civil War, except the plot will be greatly changed from before. I am doing a bit of a time skip between ROTS and this story, and I will try to explain what has happened in this chapter. So, without any more stalling, I will begin!


A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away…

STAR WARS: EONS

Episode III

THE GLOBALIST

It is a period of great galactic conflict. The Galactic Empire has been waging a war against a Jedi insurgency known as The New Order. Darth Vader has recently achieved a decisive victory on Iridonia, the enemy capital.

Now reeling, the Supreme Commander of The New Order, Xur Eon, has established a military government in order to combat the Imperial threat. Realizing the need for a grand army, Eon sets his eyes on Kamino in order to assemble this army.

However, Xur's second in command, Ahsoka Tano, has begun to question his motives and is currently considering an offer from the Rebel Alliance…


Kashyyyk, 5 BBY

Admitted to New Order: 7 BBY

Xur paced across the room, the bright holotable active with a map of the galaxy. His white armor that he received was filled with battle marks, the most obvious being on his right shoulder, where a certain lightsaber had cut through the armor. His utility belt held a single bladed lightsaber and a dual-bladed one, the others he had lost during his battle with Palpatine. His recent actions had given him the title of Supreme Commander in order to maintain control of his insurgency after Iridonia fell to the Empire.

The hut he was in was small, built by the wookies and given to him as a central command center of the planet. The wood creaked as the sound of footsteps approached the entrance and he looked that way. Through the cloth that covered the hole in the wall stepped in Ahsoka Tano, Grand General of The New Order. The togruta had grown a good 4 inches since the Clone Wars, and almost stood up to Xur's height. Her lekku was now fully grown and her commando outfit still fit her grown body. Her two lightsabers still remained at her belt as she stepped in, crossing her arms. The look on her face wasn't happy or angry, but it wasn't the most pleasant one that she had retained all day.

"The army has been assembled on Kashyyyk," she reported. "They await your command for our next move." Xur scratched his chin as he stopped pacing. He then became inundated in the galactic map.

"Good. I have set our sights on Geonosis. The droid factories will provide enough resources to assemble a droid army," he replied, pulling up the desert planet.

Ahsoka's eyes widened. "You want to recreate the dim-witted droid army? You know they were created to be a pushover right?" she added, confused at his intentions.

Xur nodded. "Yes, but we need a larger force. We already have the old Separatist fleets under our control, and with their numbers, we will be able to combat the Empire's vast arsenal. Once we have this army, we will target Kamino to capture the cloning facilities,"

Ahsoka shook her head. "Why don't we just create an alliance with the Rebel Alliance? Their resources and army will only strengthen our force," she suggested. Xur sighed and thought about it. She was right about the beneficiary part, but in truth, he didn't trust them. To Xur, they were a band of misfits, unorganized and without a true cause. Sure they had great leaders and showed promise, but they were disjointed and not unified. What he had created was a unified insurgency that became a second great power in the galaxy, stretching from Shili to Kashyyyk.

The zabrak grumbled. "No, the Rebel Alliance isn't unified enough to provide any real support for us, and I believe that we're fine the way we are with this plan."

Ahsoka's teeth clenched from behind her lips and she balled up one fist. "Listen to me Xur!" she shouted, causing his head to quickly pop to her eye level. The togruta's breathing could be heard as she approached the table, placing both hands firmly on the edge. "I have about had it with you! As soon as you dumped out the Representative House you haven't listened to anything I've told you!" she then raised a finger towards him, fear not even present in her eyes. "I don't care who you are, General, Darth, Supreme Commander, Emperor, I don't care! If you want to be successful in this holy war that you call it, then you should listen to others besides yourself!"

Xur was taken completely off guard by her outburst, and let his emotions dictate his response. His pride was the one to answer quickly as he smacked his fist on the table. "I do listen to you, but right now, I believe that this plan is the best move for our interests! I'm not here to help others, I tried that all those years ago and now the Jedi are dead!"

Ahsoka leaned closer to his face over the table, unrelenting in her accusations. "I think this plan is the best move for your interests!"

"Enough!" an aged, but very familiar voice sounded from the door. Xur and Ahsoka both ended their argument and looked towards the opened door and saw the white-haired Obi-Wan Kenobi standing in the gray light. He looked frustrated and annoyed. "How many times is this?" he asked as he made his way towards the outside of the table, in between the two Jedi.

Xur sighed and dropped his head. He was the absolute ruler of his insurgency, but there were two people of who he treated as his equals, or some cases his commanding officer, and they were both in this room. He groaned. "This is the third time this week." Ahsoka, not hanging her head, flashed her eyes around the room, almost embarrassed.

Obi-Wan sighed and scratched the top of his balding head. "You two should both know by now why this keeps happening," he moved his head back and forth to each of them as he continued. "You two used to be inseparable, never fighting for any reason. You were the best tandem the Republic ever had at their disposal, and now? Now, you two can't stay in the same room without wanting to rip each other's throats out."

Ahsoka, full of regret, nodded somberly. "You're right Obi-Wan, we can't get along these days."

Xur brought his head back up and looked to Ahsoka. "Don't worry, it's just the conflicting ideas we have. Our idealism…just doesn't mix."

The old and wise Obi-Wan nodded, satisfied with what they had to say, but Ahsoka looked down at the floor, contemplating what she should say next. Whatever it was, she had to say it right. With a deep breath, she spoke.

"That's why I'm leaving."


Death Star, 5 BBY

1 Month Earlier

Galen Marek stood over the fallen body of Emperor Palpatine, which crawled across the floor of the throne room. He was spent, since the Emperor's power was the most he had ever come across before. Behind him a fair ways laid the broken mechanical mess of Darth Vader, whose suit barely stayed intact after Marek had decimated his former master.

Galen knew what he wanted to do, and that was kill Vader, but due to the relentless attacks of the Emperor against his Jedi mentor, Rahm Kota, he clashed with the Dark Lord of the Sith. To everyone's surprise, he came out on top against the powerful being, and now all he wanted to do was end his reign. All the Emperor had done to him, all Vader had done to him…it all converged into one central rage, which made his hand twitch at his lightsaber hilt.

The fallen Emperor peeked upwards and his yellow eyes appeared from under his hood. "Your hatred is telling you to kill me," he said in his old and deformed voice. "Do it. Strike me down and your path to the Dark Side will be complete."

Galen didn't resist for a moment. The blue blade of his saber erupted from his hilt, and he slowly straightened it for the finishing blow. He was going to do it. Palpatine deserved to die. Suddenly, he felt a familiar hand on his shoulder. "He's beaten. Let it go," the voice of Kota spoke.

The human growled in resistance to his anger. "No, he's caused so much pain…and he deserves to die for what he did to me!"

Kota didn't let up. "Yes, but if you strike him down in anger, then you will be right back to where you were before…a child of the Dark Side."

It was at that point that Galen knew he was right. He would never be Vader's slave again. His father would be disappointed in him if he once again fell to the Dark Side's clutches. His twitching hand moved towards the activator and his blade sunk back into the hilt. "Get the others, we're leaving," he said. With a nod, Rahm began to walk towards the other senators in rebellion against the Empire. Galen then shifted his eyes towards the fallen heap of Darth Vader. The mechanical monster's respirator could be heard malfunctioning from where he stood as he lay motionless and broken. He had finally broken the hold he had fallen into all those years ago on Kashyyyk. He was free.

Suddenly, the Emperor rose to his feet and fired force lighting towards Kota. The Jedi took the full brunt of the attack as his cuffed wrists could not defend him from the attack. Angered, Galen jumped in front of the lightning and stopped it with his bare hands. He looked straight into the Emperor's eyes with unrelenting determination. "Go! Protect the senators!" he shouted to Kota, who quickly obliged and moved towards the Rouge Shadow, which had busted through the glass window of the throne room and dropped down the loading ramp. Knowing they would be safe, Galen began to creep closer and closer to the Emperor as he absorbed his lightning into his hands. The Rouge Shadow then took off, and Galen was inches away from the Emperor's face. With all of his strength, all of his rage, and all of his determination, he gave one, last push forward.

"Ahhhhh!" he shouted as he was within his reach. Then, as they clashed, the energy exploded, and his vision faded to white.


Kashyyyk, 5 BBY

Back to Present Time

Xur kept running over the wooden planks under his feet as he breathed heavily. It was almost like déjà vu, as it seemed the Force was trying to rip Ahsoka from him again. He was stupid to think that their infighting wouldn't tear them apart one day, and now it seems he would be paying the price for it.

No, he wouldn't let that happen. He didn't let it happen during the Clone Wars, and he wouldn't let it happen now. He quickened his pace, since he knew she was headed for the landing pad, where she would take off towards her destination, and it wouldn't be in New Order space.

He turned the corner of the tree line and came to the open beach, where he saw her walking towards the large, metal pad that was placed on it. He raced after her with all the speed his legs could push him to. He shouted. "Ahsoka! Ahsoka, wait!" The togruta at first did not acknowledge him, but after a few more calls and his inevitable arrival, she stopped with her head down. This allowed Xur to finally catch up with her, and he stopped a panting mess. "Why?" he asked. "Why are you doing this?"

Ahsoka still did not face him, but kept her head dropped downwards, hands at her side. She sighed heavily. "I have to do this Xur," she replied.

The zabrak was confused more than he had ever been in his life. "Why? What makes you think you have to leave me like this?" he asked, becoming frustrated. "You know how important you are to this establishment!"

The togruta's head then straightened and she turned towards him, but she wasn't emotional. She had the look of annoyance on her face. "Maybe that's why? Maybe it's the face that there is no us anymore! Now, I'm nothing more than a partner, or 'your right hand'!" she then turned her back and crossed her arms. "That's why we never raised a child, or got married, or let alone slept in the same bed! It was because you never wanted that! You were always caught up in your goal to burn the Empire to the ground and rebuild a system that was proven to be corrupt and ineffective!"

Xur clenched his fist and growled. "Is that what it is?! You want to just let the Empire win?! Never! I will never stop until the Empire is ashes…and if my relationship suffers…the so be it!" he shouted back. He could instantly sense the shattering of Ahsoka's heart as he said it, and he regretted his words. Maybe she was right after all. He knew she was worth so much more than what he was giving her.

The togruta felt a tear roll down her face, but she wiped it away quickly. She turned her head so she could barely see him out of the corner of her eye. "You're not the man who fought for my innocence all those years ago, or who carried me out of the Invisible Hand while it was inverted on its side, or the one who kept his body in front of my broken one as Captain Raven went mad," she responded, before turning her head away completely. "You've changed."

Ahsoka then began to walk away from him as an Alliance ship landed, waiting to pick her up. He watched her go, and the words to the ends of the galaxy repeated in his head. It ate him alive, but another satisfaction healed those wounds. He kept watching as she didn't look back and board the ship, the door shutting and cutting her from his vision.

The ship then took off, and he crossed his arms. The thing that ate him alive was love, but what healed those wounds…was hate, hatred not towards Ahsoka, but the ones who took her from him. As he looked up, he saw the Alliance symbol placed on the back of the shuttle. It was painted red, roughly and quickly it seemed. He then looked down to his chest, where an orange symbol was placed. It was that same symbol, but altered and contained the one of the Republic towards the top. These two were different…a difference he would not overlook.

They took Ahsoka from him…and he would make them regret it.


And there is the beginning of the next installment! I really am still figuring out how this is going to pan out, but I'm excited to get started! I would like to also say that Wings of a Raven is under production, and will be released hopefully this weekend! If you enjoyed, please follow/fav and leave a review! Thanks for reading!