Ace Steele woke up with a start, screaming. She was soaked in sweat. She had had yet another nightmare. It was no surprise really. She had been having them almost every night, and couldn't sleep much anymore. She could still hear her little sisters screaming from the dream. Ace shuddered.
She got up and slipped on her robe, went to the kitchen, and downed a glass of milk. Ace looked at the time on the clock on her stove. It read 5:45. She realized she needed to get up anyway. She had a meeting with some diplomats later. One of which was the sister of the hated Jedi: Luke Skywalker.
Ace turned on some rap music and turned it as loud as she could stand it, which was as high as it went. She changed into a dress that she was made to wear to the meeting. She hated dresses. Anything that wasn't tight against her she hated. But she hated Jedi more than anything.
Ace thought back to her dream. Her little sister had been being dragged away from Ace by a slave master. Ace had requested the help of the Jedi to save her family from being sold into slavery. The only people who would help? The Sith. And they helped the best they could. But not enough to save the lives of her younger brother, Christian, and younger sister, Jessica. The only one other than Ace that was saved was her 5 year old sister Miranda, who Ace called Mandy. 6 years later now, the 15 year old teen hated the jedi more than anything in the world. She didn't care if her hate killed her. She would hang onto it till the death.