Author's Note

This story I am writing is an idea I had: what if someone lived through the entire Star Wars Legends timeline, from Dawn of the Jedi to Legacy? For those who have read the story before, I condensed all five chapters into two chapters up on request to make the chapters longer. Enjoy! I try to be as accurate as possible so if anything whether timeline, events, equipment, etc. is incorrect, please let me know so I can correct it. I'll shout you out here in the Author's Note. Please let me know what you think! All feedback is welcomed.

Chapter 1

35,400 B.B.Y.

Jamous Devven smacked his glow lamp. It blinked a few times and then retained a solid beam of light, though not as bright as before. He let out a curse as he mounted the light back on his protective helmet. This was not good, not good at all. He checked the heavy duty chrono on his wrist. Eight hours. That was the time that had passed since he had delved deep into the catacombs underneath the ruins of the Old City. Eight hours and still no sight in end. The farther he travelled, the deeper into Tython's crust he descended. Normally, that wouldn't be a big deal. Normally, he could just turn around and head right back out in the city. But this wasn't any normal situation.

Tython was notorious for its storms. Storms, powerful in the Force, would rage across its surface. These storms were notorious for the havoc that they would cause. It was one of the reasons that caused Tython to be such a dangerous planet to inhabit, especially non-Force users like Jamous.

We weren't meant to stay here . . .

One thousand years ago, Jamous's ancestors and a plethora of other species inherently powerful in the Force were brought to Tython by transport of eight mysterious ships called the Tho Yor. No one knew the pyramidal transports' origin, only that they had traversed the far reaches of the galaxy, collecting beings sensitive in the Force and passing through the dark matter surrounding the core of the galaxy, leaving their Force sensitive cargo stranded on Tython, a planet deep in the core of the known galaxy. As the years passed, those brought to Tython realized their passage was meant to bring them together to study the Force itself. They called themselves Je'daii, a combination of two Bendu words: "mystic" and "center." Soon, temples had been constructed around the planet, and children were meant to start a pilgrimage across the planet to reach each temple, becoming more knowledgeable in different aspects of the Force.

This was all well and good except for people like Jamous, those not sensitive to the pull and sway of the Force. Not every descendant of those who first came to Tython were very powerful in the Force. Some couldn't feel it at all. They were stranded on Tython, with no purpose. Talks had started circulating that non-Force users should move from Tython to the other eleven planets that inhabited the Tython system. But that was just talk, talk that could take years to turn into action. So for now, people like Jamous were stranded on Tython, forced to take a backseat to the Je'daii, forced to live under their protection. Without the Je'daii, non-Force users would succumb to the perils of Tython, either the dangerous beasts or the fury of the Force storms . . .

Storms like the one currently raging across Tython's surface. Storms like the one that had just caused rumbles in the earth to collapse the tunnel behind Jamous, separating him from the rest of his archeological team and blocking off escape back to the surface of Tython.

Nowhere to go but down.

Since Jamous was not powerful in the Force, his career options had been limited, but there was one thing that had interested him: archeology. The ruins of the Old City had enraptured Jamous since he had been a child. What wasn't interesting about the remains of an ancient civilization that had inhabited Tython thousands of years before his ancestors had arrived? Jamous had studied at the fledgling Tython Archeological University. It was through this establishment that Jamous was given the opportunities to study the ruins of the Old City. Though not really sanctioned by the leaders of the Je'daii, the school of archeology had started expeditions into the ruins of the Old City and recently into the catacombs below it. Jamous had been on many of these expeditions, but this was the first time they had decided to do a deep dive into the catacombs. And of course, the first time they decide to is the time when one of the fiercest Force storms in recent years decides to rock Tython.

Jamous knew he was most likely dead. The chances of him finding another way out of the catacombs were slim to none. He did the only thing he could do: keep heading deeper in. But that had been four hours ago. His glow lamp was dying, and he was running out of food and water. He was most likely going to succumb to thirst and die in the pitch black of the catacombs.

Another tremor caused by the storm rolled through the tunnel, causing Jamous to stumble. He let out a string of curses as he tried to regain his balance. But that never happened. The ground beneath Jamous broke from trembling to buckling, and it soon caved in around him. He suddenly found himself in a free fall deep into the abyss. A choked cry escaped Jamous's lips, and then all went black.

When he woke up, he couldn't say how much time had passed: his chrono had broken. Pain and spasms electrified through Jamous's back as he tried to sit up. It was excruciating, and he laid back down in defeat. Somehow in some way, Jamous had survived the fall. He didn't know how far the fall was, but he could only see black when he looked up so it had to have been a substantial distance. His glow light had gone out, but he could still see. It didn't make sense. He should be surrounded in darkness, but there was just enough light that he could see enough of his surroundings, as if he were out in the night during full moons. After a while, Jamous attempted to sit back up, and this time he was successful.

When he finally managed to get to his feet, he realized that the reason he could see faintly was due to a light source emanating far down the tunnel that exited the cavern he had fallen into. Bracing himself along the wall, Jamous slowly walked into the tunnel and towards the light. As he got closer, the light grew brighter, but it felt like he wasn't getting any closer to the source. He tripped as the floor transitioned from the rough catacomb ground to a smooth carved stone flooring. Jamous bent down and touched the floor. "Interesting," he muttered as he looked at the walls and ceiling, noticing that he was now in a sentient-built hallway.

I must be back into the structures of the Old City, he thought to himself. Maybe I'm in an underground chamber underneath one of the large ziggurats near the center of the city.

He continued down the hallway until it opened up into a large chamber. There were no furnishings, no luxurious trappings, though the inside of the chamber didn't look as worn down and old as the facade of all the ziggurats encompassing the city. In the center of the chamber was a pyramidal platform with about one hundred stairs on all four sides ascending to the top of the it. The platform was almost like a sacred pedestal. At the top, in the center, was something Jamous thought he would never see, something most people denied the existence of.

"It can't be . . ."

A hypergate. Said to be built by an ancient alien civilization, hypergates were supposedly able to transport someone instantaneously out of the Tython system and into different parts of the galaxy. But those were only rumours. Even the leaders of the Je'daii didn't acknowledge them as even slightly true.

As Jamous slowly walked to the platform, the device, or the hypergate, activated as he put his foot onto the first of the one hundred steps up to the top. He paused for a second, waiting for something perilous to happen, and then continued on when all seemed safe. The climb to the top was difficult due to the injuries he had sustained from his fall, but Jamous noticed a few things about this hypergate once he got to the top and inspected it more closely.

The first thing he noticed was that the hypergate may not be a hypergate at all. From the studies he had done on the myths of the hypergate, they were more oval-shaped in nature. There were also markings considered to be "alien" in nature associated with hypergates. The device before him had a diamond-shaped outline. There was a morphing barrier that filled the outlines that Jamous assumed to be the portal itself. The portal was a color that he had never seen before: a mixture of fushia and pink with hints of the blood red of a sunset. There were no markings on or anywhere around the device. It's outlining structure was a dull silver, no embellishments could be found on it.

Another rumble shook the chamber and small bits of stone fell from the ceiling. A loud crash echoed throughout, and Jamous looked to see the hallway he had entered into the chamber by collapse in on itself. The storm must have been hell outside. He let out a sigh. No way of getting out now. There didn't seem to be an exit anywhere else.

After thinking about his options, Jamous did the only thing he could: he entered the portal before him. Little did he know the life- and history-changing impact it would have, not only on him, but also on the entire galaxy . . .

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When Jamous stepped into the portal of the device, he had no clue what was going to happen. "Stepped in" is misleading: the second he had put his hand into the portal, it seemed to him that the portal enveloped him, pulling him through against his will. What happened next to Jamous took many years to comprehend.

White encompassed him and then suddenly the entire galaxy burst open before him. It was as if he was racing through the entire galaxy while also seeing every meter of it. He saw planets and species that he somehow knew the names of. It was unexplainable, but he knew it all, as if he had suddenly learned everything about everything.

He saw the galaxy form. He saw the first forms of life in the galaxy come into existence on Goroth Prime. He saw a giant asteroid smash into the surface of the planet Vinsoth, nearly wiping out all of life on it. He saw the ancestor of the Human species known as Zhell on their home planet of Notron, fighting another species called the Taung. He saw the Zhells evolve into Humans, building layers and layers of towers on their planet, calling it Galactic City. He saw Humans inhabit the planet of Utupau, finally occupying another planet besides their own. He saw a species known as the Kwa fleeing from Tython through an Infinity Gate back to their homeworld of Dathomir. He saw them devolve over thousands of years into the sentient species of the Kwi. He saw what they were running from: the Rakata. An alien race that looked fierce and intimidating. He saw the Rakata obliterate the Kwa and another race that had given them their advanced technology: the Gree.

Jamous saw all of this upon his entrance into the portal. He knew every detail of what he had seen by some inexplicable reason. But now, he was no longer travelling through the galaxy. He was leaving it. Jamous was pulled farther and farther out of the known galaxy and more into darkness. Fear clenched his heart as black transitioned to white and then from white to a moving spectrum of colors. And then, as fast as it had begun, it stopped. Jamous's metaphysical journey through time and space was over. But where was he now?

It seemed to be that he was in a desert that stretched on for thousands of kilometers. It went on forever in all directions. Dunes rolled on for what seemed an eternity every which way Jamous looked. It was a scorched place, yet he didn't feel hot or uncomfortable. In fact, Jamous felt more comfortable in this wasteland than he had in the cold underground chamber beneath the Old City.

"Stranger."

Jamous turned to the voice behind him. There, amongst an oasis of grass and trees, sat an older man in a heavy, wooden chair. He had electric blue eyes and adorned a pointy hat, almost like a crown or mark of authority. A long pointed beard covered half of his face and trailed down to the middle of his chest. He looked Human in form, but in his eyes, in the way he carried himself, he exuded power and longevity. Jamous did not know what to say.

The man motioned to him. "Come closer."

Slowly, tentatively, Jamous walked towards the man. He felt the crunchy sand give way to soft green grass under his feet as he entered the oasis. Behind the man, there sat a small, crystal clear pond. It gave life to the trees and grass around it.

After a long pause, Jamous asked, "Who are you? Where am I?"

The old man ran his fingers through his beard. "Who am I? My name is Mortis. As to where you are? A place where none of your kind has been before."

Jamous itched the back of his head and looked around. "It seemed like I was leaving the known galaxy. I saw a lot of things. Events that have happened across galactic history."

"What you saw was my knowledge, my experiences. The things that I've seen."

Jamous balked. "That you've seen? Many of the things that I saw happened millions of years ago."

Mortis stood up and motioned to Jamous. "Come. Walk with me." They walked past the chair and deeper into the oasis. It was an anomaly. From outside, the oasis seemed small, a brief respite from the desert, but the deeper he and Mortis walked into it, the larger it became. Soon it was as if they were no longer in a desert at all but instead a grassy forest.

"I know you have many questions, Jamous," Mortis said after they had walked side-by-side for a few minutes. Jamous didn't remember telling him his name. "I know you wonder why you're here. And to be honest, you're here by pure chance. There is no 'fate,' no 'destiny,' that guided you here. Some would say it was the guidance of the Force, but it was none of that. You are here by utter coincidence."

"And what will happen to me now?" Jamous asked nervously. "Are you even human?"

Mortis smirked. "No, I am not human, Jamous. I am a species that has not been discovered or theorized of yet. But I will be one day. And you will live to see that day, as well as many other things."

Jamous stopped walking. "What do you mean?"

"Jamous." Mortis looked deep into his eyes. "For many, many years have I waited for someone to come here. Just like the portal you entered, I planted several of them across the galaxy, waiting for someone or something to find his way here. It took longer than I expected, but you are here now."

"But why am I here?"

Mortis put his hands on Jamous's shoulders. "You are here, not by anything but chance. This gift you will gain, is for no other reason than coincidence. What you do with it is up to you and only you. The gift of eternal life. Immortality."

Before Jamous could reply, before he could ask as to why Mortis was giving him this gift, before he could comprehend the implications of Mortis's statement, an excruciating and agonizing pain racked through his whole body. His arms and legs involuntarily became outstretched. He felt his body lift off the ground, rising five or six feet into the air. He saw Mortis looking up at him, wearing a grin of subterfuge. And after that, Jamous didn't see anything else. Everything just went black.