"Do not wait too long to contact me," the Dark Lord of the Sith, Darth Vader, commanded the young man in front of him: his secret apprentice, Galen "Starkiller" Marek.

The Sith shuddered, before vanishing away, leaving an exhausted PROXY to stumble off for a recharge.

His pilot, the blonde Juno Eclipse, stepped forward.

"Can you trust him?" she asked

"Vader won't risk my mission, even if he has doubts about me. Have we arrived?"

Juno nodded, walking towards the apprentice.

"We've reached Corellia. They're all here: Bail, and his allies. You have your Rebel Alliance."

She hesitated, looking down.

"Now… what are you going to do with it?"

Galen looked at her. He wasn't sure, either.

"Just trust me, ok?" he replied, "I'm doing the right thing… for both of us." His assurance was more for him than anyone else.

Juno relaxed as she walked off, to prepare for landing.


A young girl looked over the wreckage of the classroom, where moments ago, she had tried a basic alchemy spell.

As usual, it resulted in an explosion, completely destroying the classroom.

The girl fished a handkerchief out of her pocket, trying to nonchalantly wipe away the dirt from her face.

"What is the matter with you?" one of her classmates called out, a tanned, extremely gifted redhead.

"I guess I screwed up a little bit..." the girl replied apathetically.

"What part of this is 'a little'?" a blonde, chubby boy asked, nursing a darkening black eye.

"Your magical success rate to date has been zero!" another blonde boy accused.

"Louise the Zero!" another classmate shouted, as the girl, Louise, pretended to continue wiping her face without a care.

Underneath her facade, Louise wanted to cry at the failure. Nothing ever went right…


"We agree the time for diplomacy and politics is past," Senator Bail Organa said to the small group of people around the table.

"It is now time for action. If you are willing to lead us," he looked at Galen, "then we will join your alliance."

"As will I!" General Rahm Kota added, stepping out of the shadows, joining the group with the poise and grace of a full Jedi Knight.

Galen smirked.

"I thought you were passed out in the cargo hold," he whispered.

Kota chuckled, "I finally came to."

"It is settled then," Bail continued, "My wealth will fund the Rebellion, while Garm provides our fleet, and Mon Mothma our soldiers. And, with you leading us, we have the power of the Force on our side," he nodded towards the two Jedi.

"Then let this be an official declaration of Rebellion!" he pounded the table, "Today, we all vow to change the galaxy! And one day, the galaxy will indeed be free."

As soon as he concluded his speech, multiple explosions rocked the hall, as Galen looked up to the sky in horror.

Swarms of TIE fighters and Star Destroyers blackened the sky.

"No..." was all he could say, realizing his betrayal.


Louise calmly descended the stairs from the headmaster's office, as three of her classmates gathered on the staircase, eagerly awaiting her punishment.

"So, what's the story?" the redhead snootily asked, "Another trip to the detention room, or are they finally expelling you?" she smiled mockingly, "Just kidding!" as both she and the blonde girl with them both broke out in laughter.

"They decided not to punish me..." Louise said in a monotone voice, causing both the redhead and blonde to turn in shock.

"What?"

"They said it was partially the teacher's fault for making me do it, even after all the students in the class tried to stop her."

Both girls remained silent, before breaking out into fits of giggles, infuriating Louise, though she hid her emotions well.

"I'm just having a bad day, that's all..." she defended.

"Yeah, well you're always having a bad day, aren't you?" the redhead replied. "You can't even get a real code name, Louise the Zero!"

"Why don't you be quiet!" Louise shouted back, her anger flaring through her façade.

"Tomorrow should be fun. I can't wait to see what kind of familiar you manage to summon," the redhead scorned.

Louise huffed, glaring at both girls.

"Oh yeah? Well, I'm confident in one spell, the summoning spell: Summon Servant! Just you watch, I'll conjure up a familiar that's divine, and beautiful, and powerful, and it'll be better than anything any of you can cook up and THEN we'll see who's laughing!" she shouted, walking off in a cloud of fury.

Both girls continued to stare at Louise's retreating form, before turning to the third girl, a blue-haired young lady with half-moon spectacles carrying a staff and readying a book.

"So, what do you think, Tabitha?" the redhead asked.

Tabitha only shrugged in response.


Galen heaved as Juno helped him into a chair.

He clutched his head. How could he have been so stupid?

"They're gone… Vader took them all…" he gasped, "to the Emperor."

Juno bit her lip in confusion.

"I don't understand, then why would Vader let us attack so many Imperial targets?" she asked

"To sell the deception!" Galen replied in frustration, "Credits, starships, Imperial lives, they're all meaningless to Vader. Vader needed me to find the Emperor's enemies no matter the cost, and I did exactly what he wanted me to do!" he pounded his fist against the console.

"Yes… we did." Juno replied, sitting down in front of the apprentice. "But now the fate of this alliance rests only with you."

Galen looked up, directly into Juno's eyes. It was clear now, what they both needed to do.

"We're going after Vader. And the Rebels."


Louise stood in the center of a group of students. Today was the summoning ritual for their familiars. This was the day that would determine a mage's entire life.

This was the day she hoped she didn't screw up.

"Louise the Zero," a student mocked.

"What do you suppose she'll summon?" another wondered.

"There's no way she can summon anything. We'll just have another explosion and nothing else!" a third student commented.

The redhead cuddled her salamander lovingly.

"With all the boasting, you should be able to summon up something even more amazing than this," she teased, stroking her salamander.

"Well, of course!" Louise retorted haughtily, tightening the grip on her wand.

Don't screw up…

"My servant that exists somewhere in this vast universe..." she began.


"Go... Hurry!"

Purple sparks flew about, frying everything they touched.

"Protect the Senators!"

The sparks became more intense, concentrating between two points: The Emperor and Galen.

The former Sith could only watch as the Stormtroopers ran by, firing at the fleeing Rebels. He could do nothing but try to stave off the Emperor's attack.

That's when he felt it: the final act to atone for his actions.

Galen took one final breath, concentrating with all his might upon the vast amount of power flowing into him. He gave out one last shout, and opened himself fully to the Force.

The explosion was blinding, killing all the stormtroopers nearby and throwing both the injured Vader and Emperor away.

At the epicenter of the blast was nothing but a blackened crater. Not even the Force resonated with the area.

It was as if the spot was… torn away.


"Answer my guidance and appear!" Louise finished, bringing her wand down.

For a moment, nothing happened. As the students began to relax, an unholy cry could be heard: muffled at first, but quickly grew to be a shout with the strength and intensity of a storm.

The explosion was a blinding white light, as the blast blew students away -literally.

Louise coughed as she looked at the center of the blast. This wasn't like her regular explosions; it was much too large to have been caused by her magic alone. Then there was the crater. That had never happened before.

The noble blinked, waving the smoke away from her face. She was certain this was no ordinary accident.

Cautiously, Louise entered the hole, her ill-suited shoes slipping on charred ground. In the center laid a man, garbed in a strange black clothing with a white hooded vest. His hair was trimmed close to the scalp, so the color was indiscernible.

Louise stared in disbelief as it dawned on her that this was her summoned servant. Her teacher slid down the hole and, with a wave of his staff, pulled the three of them to the surface.

The girl continued to stare in disbelief at the man as his body remained still, like a corpse.

She summoned him. But who was he?


Galen blinked, as his eyes adjusted to the bright sunlight of the room.

No... not a room...

He turned his head ever so slightly, now aware that he was resting on a grassy knoll.

He was alive. Sure, his body felt like he had just flew through the Maw, but he was alive!

"You, peasant. Where do you come from?" a young strawberry-blonde girl demanded simply.

Galen shook his head, trying to remember how he wound up here. He was fighting the Emperor, then there was a strange green explosion…

The Emperor!

"The senators... did they make it?" he asked aloud.

The woman stared, frightened, before turning to a balding man nearby, her face a mixture of confusion and despair.

"Mr. Colbert, can I try the summoning again? This familiar's a babbling commoner!"

The man shook his head. Galen noticed that, while he seemed to be dressed in odd robes, the Jedi could feel a strange power deep within him. Not quite the Force… but similar?

"I cannot allow that. The familiar summoning is a sacred ritual. Trying a second time would be a blasphemy to the Founder himself. Now, continue the ritual."

"But..." the woman replied, as the man continued, this time, with a sterner edge to his voice.

"Finish the ritual, or I'll be forced to expel you."

The woman hung her head glumly, before approaching Galen, who backed away in response.

"Ritual?" he asked, as Louise kneeled down to his sitting form. Galen's only experience with rituals involved ancient Sith techniques. Yet, he couldn't pick up any dark intent from the girl. Sure, she was angry and filled with self-loathing, but she wasn't even tapping into those emotions. Instead, they burned inside the girl like magma, just waiting to be unleashed.

And there was something else… He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but there was something about this girl. She was different than her peers. It was as though a mark sat upon her head. Yet, Galen couldn't discern what made her so different.

The Jedi noticed that several other individuals her age snickered as she continued her advance.

I could always Push her away... he thought, but something held him back. For a brief second, Galen thought he saw a completely different face on her: one who was kind below her sullen, cold demeanor. Someone who felt trapped. This was enough to keep him from retaliating.

"You should be thankful for this." she whispered, causing Galen to blink.

"My name is Louise Francoise Le Blanc de La Valliere," she began, closing the distance between their faces, closing her eyes. "Pentagon of the Five Elemental Powers, bless this humble being and bind it as my familiar," she finished and, before he even had a chance to react, locked her lips with Galen's.

The Jedi shook in surprise, startled at the bold move. Just as abruptly as the girl, this Louise, had kissed him, she pulled away, her face colored with unwilling resignation.

"Wha..." was all he could get out, as he felt pain, agonizing pain, coursing through his body. It was like being blasted by the Emperor, only this power... it was like the entirety of the Force itself, not just Dark Side hatred. His hands quaked as his left hand in particular began to glow, runes burning into the flesh, shining through the black gauntlets.

"What... Did you do... to me?" he growled, stepping forward, the ground itself quivering under his rage. He struggled against the pain, wanting to know what was happening. He reached towards the woman, Louise, now ready to pummel some answers from her, regardless of what she looked like.

Just as he grabbed at her cloak in fury, everything went black.


"Am I going to see you again?" a blonde woman, wearing a black pilot's uniform, asked Galen, as the two hovered in the Rogue Shadow above the massive battle station.

"If I can free the rebels, they're going to need extraction," he coldly replied, before adding, "No, probably not."

"Then I'll never need to live this down," she replied, pulling him in for a quick kiss.

As Galen pulled away from the embrace, he opened his eyes, and gasped.

It was a younger girl in the pilot's uniform, with strawberry-blonde hair and rose-colored eyes.


Galen gasped, as he shot up from where he was laying. As his eyes adjusted to the dim surroundings, the Jedi realized that he was sitting inside a small room. Nothing spoke of technology. Although, outside of the old hut on Kashyyyk, he didn't know what to expect in an "ordinary" house.

But, the lack of any datapads, or any kind of refined material for that matter, was unsettling.

"So, you finally decided to wake up," the strawberry-blonde said, her arms crossed. Galen now noted the clothing she wore: a simple black cloak over a button-down shirt and skirt. Socks extended up mid-thigh. Her body language exuded displeasure about the presence of the Jedi.

"I've thought about it long enough to get an ulcer, but I've given up. I'm going to have you as my familiar."

Galen frowned.

"Familiar?" he asked, as the woman ignored him, walking over to a nearby armoire, and dropped her skirt.

Galen stared in confusion for a minute, then realized with shock what was going on. While he may not have received any information from Vader about it, PROXY was kind enough to give him information about the decency of human genders, namely so Galen could blend into a crowd, unseen. The one time he accidentally dove into a woman's refresher for cover… it wasn't pleasant.

He turned towards the wall, not wishing to know what a person like that looked underneath. The way she disregarded his presence was disturbing. He shook his head.

She may appear cold, but her actions are nowhere near as bad as Vader... yet.

The Jedi was pulled out of his trance as he felt cloth hitting the back of his head. He reached up, and pulled them off, noticing the black and white coloration.

Her clothes... he thought, turning as she began to speak.

"Wash those, then iron them. You're a familiar, so you should be able to understand that."

Galen turned towards the woman, slightly annoyed at the tone she was using, like she didn't want him here.

"Excuse me?" he said, just a hint of an edge in his voice.

The woman's rose eyes twitched.

"Wash my clothes and iron them, familiar." she said.

Galen gritted his teeth, using a meditative breath to dissipate his building anger. In his days serving Vader, this problem would have been so easy to solve. Just one move to collapse her windpipe. Maybe crush the heart, and it would all be over.

Yet, this wasn't his way. Not anymore.

"First of all, I have a name. You can call me Galen Marek," he replied, concealing his anger under an apathetic tone. He chose to use his real name. There was no use in hiding behind his past anymore. Plus, it would give him a chance to lay low for a while, to kind of see the galaxy from a peaceful side, one that doesn't involve killing anything in the way.

"Galen Marek? What a ridiculous name." she replied, tossing a pair of undergarments onto the Jedi, who carefully placed them as far away as possible.

"Tell that to the thousands of stormtroopers, countless Jedi, and Sith Lords I've defeated," he said casually, turning towards the woman as he sat the clothes down on a nearby table. While it was a risk to brag about such a feat, Galen needed to test the waters, to see what kind of world this was. More importantly, he needed to size up Louise. Would she be a hindrance?

"Now, tell me: How did I wind up here? The last thing I remember was holding off the Emperor and Vader aboard a... Death Star."

"I summoned you here, of course!" she replied, as if that was the most obvious answer in the world. The noble frowned. "And what emperor? Who's Vader? And what's a Death Star?" she demanded, before shaking her head. "You're talking nonsense, and I don't feel like dealing with it right now," she muttered sleepily, as she drifted towards the bed.

"We can talk more in the morning. Just wash those, and get them ready for tomorrow." she muttered, as Galen shook his head. As much as he would like to toss this simple chore out the window, he wondered if it would be better to just let things be for now, and see what happens. After all, Louise had the advantage here: she knew this world; he didn't. Until he knew what he was going up against here, the Jedi didn't wish to cause a major scene. Sure, he had fought against the armies of the Empire, but if there were others as powerful as that man instructing Louise…

Colbert…

Galen frowned. That was the name of that man. He brushed the insight aside, deciding to focus on the washing of this girl's clothes. At the very least, it would allow him to explore this strange place, as well as get his mind off what happened.

Galen knew that, being trained as a warrior, he did his best thinking while physically exerting himself, be it fighting PROXY, training with other drones, or even breaking through the Imperial defenses of Kashyyyk.

Besides, I need some time to meditate.


A/N: Hello, everyone. This is another fic I've had rolling for a while, and I thought I'd try it out.

Yes, it's much like my other fic, Genius of Zero, where I'm simply replacing Saito with another character.

I'm trying this out to see if it's an interesting idea. I thought giving Louise Starkiller would make for an interesting twist. I realize that most FoZ fanfics are about giving her a powerful familiar, so this one may not be as interesting.

But what if her familiar is even more dangerous than her? We're talking about a guy who has physically torn ships out of the sky, slaughtered waaaay too many people to keep track, AND has taken down creatures Louise can only dream of!

But, I think it will be interesting to see what Galen thinks of Louise's "punishments". We're talking about a guy who sealed himself off without food or water, upside down, until he could construct his lightsaber with nothing but the Force.

Anyway, hope you all enjoy this. I don't know how often I will update this, since I don't have a lot of plot figured out, and I need to play through Unleashed again.

EDIT: Updated to clarify why Galen's going along with playing the familiar for now. Added in other details, too.