A Note from the Author:
Hi again. At least, I hope it's again. If this is your first time reading the LOTF series, you should check out the first story, Ganner Slarwalker, first! This story won't make a lot of sense without it as it follows some of the side characters after they leave the main story. For people who have already read that story, please note that this one won't be nearly as long but is still important to the story. There's not a whole lot of the Force in this one, but believe me, the next story I write will practically be nothing but, and then after that we get into Act Two! Additionally, the writing style in this one is changed up a bit-I'm still experimenting and trying to decide what works, but this should be cleared up by the time I finish Act One. Last but certainly not least, please do leave your thoughts down in the reviews! Enjoy.
~Price
LEGENDS OF THE FORCE
ACT ONE: THE FIRST COMING
DARK MATTER
PROLOGUE
Coruscant
The Night of Order 66
Hans Novastar
Hans Novastar and Ranulph Darkhitch sat in an apartment of their own. A modest little suite on Coruscant, it wasn't ''really'' theirs, but it had taken Ranulph little effort to hack into a terminal and convince it otherwise. Hans was clean shaven, with green eyes and long blonde hair that had begun to trail down his neck; he had not cut it since before the mission to Felucia. Ranulph, sitting beside him, had much more messy orange-brownish hair, and a goatee to sport in spite of him being the younger of the pair, nineteen years in comparison to Hans' twenty-four.
They both stared at the now static feed of Dylan's apartment. There was a long silence between the two, and deep down they prayed inside that it would come back online and Ganner would be alive. That Arron Radion, the only other survivor of Antimatter Squadron, someone who they had trusted, hadn't just delivered the corpse of Ganner Slarwalker to Dylan Antiunknown. Their prayers were not answered.
Ganner Slarwalker was dead, Arron Radion had done it, and Dylan Antiunknown had paid him for it.
Hans looked over at Ranulph, and spoke. He knew Ranulph was thinking the very words he was going to say, but they had to be uttered nonetheless.
"We're going to kill him."