STAR WARS

EPISODE I: A FRAGILE PEACE

The GALACTIC REPUBLIC is ensnared in bitter tensions between the Empires of Alderaan, Mandalore, Correlia and the Republic itself. The Empires express interest on expanding into TATOOINE.

CHANCELLOR VALORUM and the Galactic Senate vehemently reject their proposals of expansion, upsetting the Emperors. The JEDI ORDER desperately struggles to ease the tensions between the Imperial powers and the Republic.

The remainder of the Galactic Republic lives in fear of the expansive Empire while the Jedi are scattered about along with the Armies of the Republic stationed near the Mid Rim of the Galaxy. The question remains whether the Jedi's efforts will be put in vain…

Spiraling in the core systems of the galaxy is a bright sapphire coated in marble white that doesn't appear to be just the clouds of the planet, but the terrain as well. Above the seemly paradise however, an ominous presence in the form of a dark ship soars from the darkness of space. The ship descends down into the planet's atmosphere with its jagged wings and gnarled up design contrasting the natural beauty surrounding. This ship violates the planet as it penetrates the white clouds in a fury blaze only to cool off in a large ball of steam.

To the naked eye of soldiers though, this ship appears to be another meteorite as they observe the night shrouded valleys of Alderaan. A young eager soldier looks over to his superior asking, "Should I report that?"

The enlisted superior looks over shrugging in the tower balcony, "It's just another meteor,lad."

Within one of the towering spires sleek like the icon of futuristic paradise in addition to the surrounding terrain, elaborately dressed diplomats are gathered around a brightly lit room. Above the ball room floor is floating white discs. Outside of this spire, the diamond-lit sky is occupied by convoys of traffic. Wherever there isn't an open window, a stain glass window reflects to Alderaan's visitors its dedication and admiration for piety, a devotion to a higher power.

Towards one end of the ballroom sits many of the diplomats at a table with an Alderaanian Governor telling stories causing riots of laughter.

"So I told the General to report when his troops can shoot the broadside of a Sandcrawler."

While the various diplomats and governors laugh and chat jovially, their personal security stands stoically observing everything in the room, though oblivious they are to their fate.

Meanwhile, towards the base of the spire, Alderaan Royal Guard stands outside of the gate of the spire in the midst of the city armed with spears that seems to have an electrified metal blade. One of the guards requests guests for invitations while the other remains alert. The crowds eventually shrunk to where the guards were just watching an empty city in the cold. One figure in dark approaches them slowly, staring at them through a silver mask with ancient carvings of a sophisticated yet aggressive culture.

One of the guards demand, "Mask off."

The figure doesn't even acknowledge his order and it takes no time for two bodies to fall to the ground, a red lightsaber burning in the cold winter air. The figure observes his work and proceeds into the spire.

At the ballroom, everyone else carries on oblivious to the events below. However, they soon find out as cacophony of blaster fire, lightsaber hums and screaming echoes throughout the ballroom. The stoic security would jump into action if they weren't already being chopped down by the assailant or tossed across the room. More security rushes to the aid of the diplomats only to have a floating chandelier collapse on them as the assassin reaches out to the Force for this destruction. One guard rushes up to raise his pistol shooting frantically at the assassin, he raises his own hand to absorb blaster fire. After a few shots though, the pistol flies out of the guard's hand and a red lightsaber flies into the guard's stomach sticking out of his back. The assassin retrieves his saber and turns around towards a mob of trembling diplomats.

One of them approaches the assassin, "Mercy please."

The assassin grabs the woman's neck and with a sickening pop he drops a lifeless corpse onto the ground waving his lightsaber towards the other diplomats.

Coruscant, a city planet that harbors a variety of commerce, culture and infamously politics. The Galactic Senate is a large mushroom shaped piece of architecture that blends both the antiquity of the Galactic Republic along with the rapidly modernizing galaxy.

Inside of this building is a grand arena with pods surrounding a large podium and behind the podium is a deck with various staff members including Grand Master Yoda, General Dooku, Admiral Tarkin and various secretaries of the government's departments. Standing at the Podium is Chancellor Valorum staring stoically into the face of Emperor Amidala of the Alderaanian Empire.

"This is an outrage, Chancellor. I demand answers!"

The Chancellor answers, "We already gave you an answer, your Majesty! We are investigating the Jedi Order to see who did it!"

The Emperor shouts, "You mean to tell me that some other order of warriors bears lightsabers and use the Force, then please enlighten me, Chancellor!"

Yoda climbs out of his seat and approaches the podium, the Chancellor nods towards the Grand Master as he uses the Force to leap on top of the podium and he leans onto his cane.

"Your Majesty." He bows

The Emperor nods politely, "Master Jedi."

"My condolences, I extend to you and your people. A rogue, this individual is. Of the reasons, I know not. But clear your mind, you must, or chaos will ensue."

"You expect me to believe that you're not the Chancellor's puppet?! That you haven't sent an assassin!"

"Assassins, we are not! It is not wise to use such means as a solution."

He sneers, "Are you speaking from experience, Master Jedi?"

The crowds murmur and it gets louder and more thunderous to where a larger alien shouts, "Order!"

The Senate quiets down and Yoda stares into the Emperor's eyes, "Blinded by grief, I will say. I conclude my statement."

The small alien then leaps towards the platform allowing the Chancellor to take over again.

He stands up, "We're having the Jedi Order investigated, your Majesty, is there anymore you demand from us?"

Emperor Amidala crosses his arms, "No Chancellor…in fact, there is nothing more the Republic can do for me or my people. I guess, we're on our own, Chancellor."

The Chancellor sternly states, "An act of secession means treason, Emperor!"

"I didn't say I was declaring war, Chancellor. You might want to choose your words carefully."

During this conversation, Yoda rubs his temples and experiences something of a migraine. Tarkin merely sneers at the small alien while Dooku kneels down.

"Master Yoda, are you alright?"

He sighs, "Yes General, just old age it is…"

Yoda groans as he gets back in his seat, knowing full well that Darkness was on the rise again well in his lifetime.