a/n: This has been flying around in my head for a while, so I finally decided to write it out. I'm not sure if I' gonna make it just a series of one-shots or make it a really long epic. At the very least, it will be in two parts. Cover art will be up soon; I just don't know how to post it on my site. Stupid technology. Grrr.
Disclaimer: I own nothing you recognize. And if you recognize… well, no you won't not recognize anything in this chapter. So, yeah. I don't own any of it.
Of Fire And Night
by nightshade468
The Jedi Temple burned, sending up tall, twisting pillars of smoke to swirl amongst the white clouds above Coruscant. Inside, blood ran in rivers over polished marble, now littered with the bodies of those who had died defending it. Defending each other. Now, all were gone. The great temple, a symbol of the power and glory of the Jedi Order for millennia, had fallen, as had her people.
The light side of the Force was gone from the great capital city of the galaxy, now the Galactic Empire. The balance had tipped in favor of darkness.
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In the great city of Theed on Naboo, a great procession honored the greatest of its senators, and the most beloved. The shining star that had been their beloved lady was snuffed out, gone long before her time. The hope that she had carried, both in her beliefs and in herself, was gone, stolen by the newborn Empire. As she was carried into her tomb, starlight seemed to light upon her fair features one last time, glimmering in the tiny white blossoms woven into her dark curls.
From the rooftop of the great palace across the river, a cloaked figure watched, and for the first time since that night, that terrible night, succumbed to his grief.
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Far from Theed, on a remote support station located on the tiny, unremarkable moon of a distant, unnamed planet in the far reaches of the Outer Rim, the heart monitor of a cryo-stasis chamber continued to beep steadily.
Its occupant slumbered deeply, so deeply that the patient was not expected to ever regain consciousness. The medical technicians often wondered why so many credits were being spent on its upkeep. The person, whose identity was after all completely unknown to them, had injuries that any medic would deem irreversible.
Fatal.
And yet the stasis chamber's occupant lived on, its heart monitor steadily recording the slowly passing moments.
And moment by moment, hour by hour, day by day, it kept on.
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a/n: No, it's not what you think! Trust me! Although I won't be able to prove that to you for a while, or at least not 'til I get to the end of Episode III. And, for your information, I am indeed starting in media res of Episode I. This was just to give you a taste of what's to come. Mwahaha.