Negative Force
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Content warning: Rated T for mild- language, brutal violent themes, suggestive scenes.
Prologue
In this verse
A long time ago... in an alternative galaxy far far away...
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It has been many years since the end of the war that nearly ended it all. A war that was sparked between opposing sides of the Force, the Light Side and the Dark Side. The Yin and Yang that is the general make up of cosmic energy, wielded by people who possess the 'gift' in harnessing such energy. These beings are called Jedi. They were galactic peacekeepers always on the prowl for justice and equality for all sentient beings across the galaxy as well as many others beyond. Although, sometime during the Great Conflict, the Jedi had become… something else, something sinister…
Exploiting the powers of the Force they pushed their limits until they became the most powerful warriors in the galaxy. But power can corrupt; even the most humble of all Jedi have fallen into the deep dark pit of which was the Dark Side. Tricked into believing they can tame the Dark Side itself, foolish they were. No one can become one with the Light or one with the Dark—it's simply preposterous. It allows you to learn its ways, not be one with it.
It was a time, that being a Jedi was the highest honor anyone was given. You simply couldn't just walk into the temple and become a Jedi… you were born to be a Jedi. Molded by the Force you were and how to handle it the masters sought to show us. But it was at the darkest times when it had come clear to my attention that the Jedi were no longer what they swore to be. No… the Order had changed under my feet, becoming something… grotesques—a Hellspawn of evil bent on ruling the galaxy through fear.
My duty at the temple was simple enough. I was naturally tied to the Force in ways that outmatched the Jedi pretentious. So instead of making me a Padawan or Knight, I was a Force Weaver, a subgroup of Jedi who were more monk than pacifist warrior. Force Weavers could determine the future fate of the Order and what is to come if we make certain decisions that literally can change the fabric of the universe and time itself. It was a challenging responsibly knowing that you control the fate of entire group of people, almost felt godlike. But I as well as other Force Weavers didn't allow the power to go to our heads. Instead our counterparts, the Jedi, practically used us to bend the will of the cosmos to their usage.
Knowing such power is extremely dangerous beyond comprehension, the Galactic Senate did nothing in stopping the Jedi from taking power and control, because years later I found out in fact the Senate were in bed with the Jedi. That it was their plan all along to exploit the people of the Republic, to take full control of an entire galaxy full of billions of people. But who was going to stop them? The Jedi alone can take over an entire star system in half a cycle. But it grew worse than I could have ever imagine…
On top of that, the Senate poured billions of galactic credits on a super-secret clone army to insure constant control over the citizens. With the aid of the Jedi and their newly found ally, the Dark Side, they used their twisted powers to create Jedi capable clones. Weak in the Force but are formidable fighters.
After the twisted Jedi took over the galaxy along with the Senate turned, League of Dictators. I, Tyranus along with fellow other Force Weavers turned to an ancient order killed long ago by the Jedi. The Sith Order, once wielders of the Dark Side turned Light, of whom were systematically destroyed one by one by corrupted Jedi Knights during the war that raged almost a hundred cycles.
Though years have passed and many friends of mine are no more. The Jedi have exterminated the people who hold the Force gift of foretold and are currently engaging in a campaign to rid my kind from the galaxy all together. As of now, I am currently the last Force Weaver. But I am enough to turn the tables on this corrupted galaxy and hopefully put balance into the Force once and for all.
But I can't do this alone. As I write this letter, I sense the Dark Jedi closing on my position. Which is why I tell you now, whom ever stumbles upon this message, you too are the galaxy's last hope in redemption. May the Force be your guide… always.
A/N: Thanks for reading the prologue! Hope you enjoyed it. Also, keep an eye out for this symbol, in future chapters "[**NF**]. Whenever it shows up, it means something isn't entirely what it seems...