Star Wars: Galaxy in Turmoil

by The Lord of Hunger

It's 9BBY. The Empire had began occupying many more worlds in their effort to conquer the galaxy. A young man, named Qen Falen struggles with trusting anyone after witnessing the betrayal of the Republic clone troopers to their Jedi Generals and the lies being told by the former chancellor, Sheev Palpatine. Now he must face his issues head on with a request of help by the rebellion

I was only a young boy when it happened. When the chancellor revealed his true identity. When the most loyal troopers in the galaxy turned on their own jedi generals without any hesitation. That's why I trust no one. Why I don't ask anyone for favours or to hold any luggage. Everything in this ruined galaxy is a total lie. Everything...

Duhr'al, Outer Rim

Sector C-15

"Hold it right there, thieving scum!" Emitted the shining, plastoid bucket securing the head of a stormtrooper. I continued sprinting through the scandalous market, knocking over baskets of strange, exotic fruit in an attempt to slow down the imperials in pursuit of me. Qen Falen isn't gonna let anyone capture him! I thought to myself as I dashed over and under the many obstacles blocking my path. The surrounding area was a disgrace; buildings were stained and scorched with disgusting black marks of muck mixed with blaster marks. Shutters violently flapped in a horrifically strong wind summoned by the violent storm in the distance. It was not a sight worth seeing. Blaster bolts now began piercing the air, attempting to penetrate my flesh in an effort to either disable me, or kill me. I wasn't going to stay and find out. In front of me was a towering building, with many close-together l ledges. Now was my chance; I kept up onto the first ledge and bounded up to the next. Then the next, and the next... Until finally a managed to haul myself up onto the roof. The troopers were out of range now, but I still didn't want to wait around for them to catch up. I was safe. For the time being...