Jedi Origin
The Ossus Order
Prologue
A very, very, long time ago...
In a galaxy far, far away…
Out ofthe pitch-black background of space, empty and clear save for tiny pinpricks of starlight, a small star-cruiser dropped out of Hyperspace and materialised in the space above Ossus. Like a flaming dart it came hurtling towards the unsuspecting planet; reducing speed rapidly, but still coming in at incredible speed. Such a sight had not been seen in living memory of the inhabitants of the planet, a bolt illuminating the night sky with a streak of yellow and brilliant white, like a star fallen from the heavens above.
A disturbed, broken sound crackled through radio speakers, and sent electrical circuits into disarray, "…bzzt…Jay-Four! Report!…bzzt… happening…bzzt… lost control… Hyperspace lost…bzzt… report!…bzzt…"
Just seconds later, the ship was flying closer and closer to the ground, having blazed around the planet at hypersonic speed. An electrical storm engulfed it, crackling wild lightning from the clouds and sending thunderous reverberations down to the ground for the split second it was above a region.
Again, a broadcasted radio signal echoed through the planet's electrical system, "…bzzt…what is this energy that's interfering with the ship? What do you mean you don't know! Natural native energy? What the burning blaze do you mean by that! …bzzt…"
Closer, closer, slowing down to a thousand megaspans a rotation. Eight hundred, five hundred, four, three, two, one…
"…bzzt…Brace for impact! Oh, who the burn-fuel am I talking to? I'm the only one on this scrap metal barge …bzzt… Jay-Four, reverse thrusters full power now! What? Look, I don't care if they're all ready burned, make them work you oil sapping bucket of bolts! …bzzt…Brace! Route all power to emergency landing shields! …bzzt…Oh, shalop! we're coming in too fast! I always knew I'd die on one of these pieces of sh-! Arghh!"
An ear-splitting bang rocked across a desert plain, and shock waves burst out in all directions from the epicentre of the crash. The electrical storm crackled out, and the disturbance on the radio airwaves ended. Everything fell still and calm once again. Blissful quiet once again filled the air.
A new dawn sun was rising over the scene of the wreckage, casting long shadows across the sand of the dusty, hill-riddled terrain.
A hand smashed through the front viewing panel of the cruiser, and shattered the no-longer energy-reinforced glass windshield. Moving slowly, the figure of a human male clambered out of the wreck, rolling over the hull and dropping two spans to the hard ground and hitting the floor with a loud thud. Slowly, with a hand to his aching back he tore off his gloves and tossed his helmet down into the golden-brown sand. Surveying his location he grunted, and punched the wing of his ship, the apparently very ineptly named Sky Walker.
"Burn me, I should just have died!… what in the name of fuk'ral nine is going on?" He scanned the desert around him, and gazed blankly at the rising yellow sun. Then, with a hopeless groan, he collapsed in the sand and buried his head in his hands. "Well, this is just great! Now I can starve to death instead, I suppose."
A series of bleeps and clicks echoed from the ship in the Astro-Droid language of J4-T9.
"Oh, marvellous! And I have it for company too! Burn me for a cursed fool."
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…and so, as the one-day-to-be Great Founder buried all his hopes deep in the sand of the world of Ossus... the first chapter in the exalted and unending history of the Jedi Order was written...