this is the foreward from the Clone Wars, introducing the story of the main charecter's ancestery, as well as setting an inspiration for many things later on in the story, (people, places, items. the like.) I own not at thing, so enjoi.


Prologue with typical Star Wars Intro

In the waning hours of the CLONE WARS, the troops of the 501st LEGION found themselves fighting for the will of CHANCELLOR PALPATINE, and climbing the steps of the JEDI TEMPLE to bring an "END OF THE JEDI REBELLION," behind the newly minted DARK LORD OF THE SITH, DARTH VADER.

The main force was the 501st, but discreet, small masses of other CLONE TROOPERS infiltrated the TEMPLE. The specialized ARC TROOPERS, who where called in from multiple intelligence missions abrubtly throughout the GALAXY, made secret by the EMPEROR, were dispatched to find key SITH artifacts, JEDI secrets and were to loot the JEDI's hidden vaults.

These vaults, rumored to hold weapons, preserved bodies, HOLOCRONS, written teachings and other vast archeological treasures from both JEDI and SITH lore, were what the EMPEROR really wanted: they held the secret wealths of knowledge to deep, ANCIENT SITH teachings, found by the JEDI and used by them to discover the secret of DARTH BANE's RULE OF TWO.

However, he didn't predict that an ARC could fall in love. Especially not with a JEDI. Thus begins the spiralling end to the COMPLETE DESTRUCTION OF THE JEDI.

Nevertheless, the sight of the smoke could still be seen, even from orbit, burning itself into the memories of those who saw. To some, sorrow. Sorrow at the loss of heroes, and the protectors of good. To others, some degree of fear. And then, those who were glad to see them gone; the vile, corrupt senators, the crime bosses, the SITH.

But it was known to all who saw those burning towers, the fast, steady flow of lightsabers flashing off, one by one, the galaxy would never be the same. Never again would the JEDI trust a politician, or a politician a JEDI. Never again will the JEDI be truly, dutifully, the PROTECTORS of PEACE, TRUTH and JUSTICE in the GALAXY. They would be to busy watching their own skins...

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The Coruscant night was unusually quiet, this night. The only thing disrupting the out of place peace was the hum of lightsabers, the drone of DC-class blasters and the sudden thermal detonator explosions. Tonight was a somber, sobering night; it was Knightfall.

Alpha ARC-11, or Skylark as Jango named him, looked up at the Coruscant skies in sorrow.'Such a lovely, lonely night. No air traffic, must be from the smoke and Laartee's,' he thought. Indeed they were lonely, void of the life Coruscant was known for. Similar to the the sadness he felt, the empty feeling born from the thoughts of what he was about to do.

He was out in the Outer Rim, looking for the Separtist leaders with his Jedi Commander. Padawan Flin-Ka Nemura. His commander. His Jeti'i. His Burc'ya, or "Friend,". His Cyar'ika. Sweetheart. Yes, he loved her with all his cloned, Mandalorian heart. His Kar'tayllir darasuum. His eternal love. 'If I see her here, can I shoot her? The woman who would give being a Jeti'i to be with me? To announce her love to me? Who gave her one innocence to me? How can I stand here, let my vode kill her vodeNo, he could not. He turns, and sees a sight that will haunt him for the rest of his days. Senator Organa, for some useless reason, was on the Northern landing pad, talking to some 501st shebs.

Then, out pops a jedi apprentice, whom his visor names Zett something, he didn't really look. Cause all he could do was watch in agony as the Jeti'i killed Skylark's brothers in fear, while they killed him in turn, in a cold manner that spoke EVIL. They, of course, don't see Skylark. He's on a balcony, behind cover, doing a reecee his mission. "Better find that security bank," he mumbles to himself. "The Chanc-er, Emperor, wants those codes for the vaults..."

He ambles off, following the Maintenance corridors to move on throughout the Temple in secrecy. His readout showed he had to go through the Jedi Creche, the toddlers wing. "Blast! I don't need this fierfek!" he exclaims to himself. He activates his motion tracker, and to his dismay, there are twenty-three Blue blips-clones, surrounding a blood red cursor, signaling out the Jedi's presence. Thing was, the blip was identified as Flin-Ka Nemura, Padawan, Commander. "Damn it."

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Flin-Fa never expected that she would die at the hands of those she had faithfully fought with. The faceless clones who sacrificed themselves to save her on Geonosis just three some-odd years ago, now looking to slaughter her in cold blood without a second thought. The clones she made a point of thanking, getting to know, always asking the names of, all coming after her like hawkbats circling a nest of baby granite slugs. She cried unknowingly, with tears streaming down her sharp face, knowing she was going to die. But she would do it fighting. Protecting these little younglings, her future, the Jedi's future. She wouldn't let the clones or Skywalker kill them without her death first. Not even Skylark would be let through. That bastard, that clone whom she let take away her heart and make her give away everything she knew to be with. He was just another murderer and traitor in a sea of murderers and traitors. He would die like the rest.

Sensing the clones making their way to the creche, she pulled her murky blonde her into a tight ponytail. Her hands brushed by her face, revealing to her tears she didn't realize she was shedding. She brushed them away from her deep blue eyes as she overlooked all the children. Almost all were scared, save one. He was the eldest, still clutching a training saber from his early evening sparing lessons. He looked Flin in the eye and told her, "It'll be alright. You can do it! We'll make it!" He never tore his brave stare from her suprised gaze.

"I know, sweety, I know," she replied, hugging the brave child and ruffling his dark brown hair. "Now, be brave. For all of the younglings. Don't be afraid to-"

"I'm not afraid to die. We are Jedi. We die all the time, fighting for the good of the Galaxy. Even if they kill us in turn."

She didn't expect that. "What's your name?"

"Jarren," She hugged him tighter, drawing strength from his bravery. Then Flin-Ka let him go; the clones were nearing.

She walked over to the door, standing in front of the thirty-some younglings, all three to seven years of age, protecting them from the emotionless voids she felt coming to steal their lives away. Igniting her magenta-colored lightsaber, she prepared for a last stand.

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Skylark's com cracked, and his ARC commander Advisor's voice came through. "New order's, Eleven. There is a Jedi in the Creche. Take her out, 5-5-5, her and her Younglings."

Gritting his teeth, he couldn't help cursing. 5-5-5 meant 'all clear,' or 'above all else'. He replied, "Roger that, Advisor. 'Leven, out." Then, he had an epiphany. He had sex with an eighteen year-old Jedi girl. That he loved. He ripped off his helmet, cut out his side of the comm, deactivated his broadcast chip, and ran. "She might be pregnant. With MY child. I'll never kill my child. Jan'buir, be proud of me," he prayed to the immortal soul of the only parent he knew, Jango Fett. He absolved that he'd do anything to save her, running to the aid of his World. His love.

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She killed as many as possible, but they kept coming. That door leading from the Main Hall of the Temple to the Creche swarmed with with clone after clone. She pushed out with her senses, calling on the Force to guide her, when she sensed someone near, a friend. Afraid, with the mind a child, racing against time. Fear, hinted with a strange, childish calm, who felt like it was going against all it was taught to do because it was, what it believed to be, right.

'Skylark?' Distracted, she suddenly felt nothing but burning pain...

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Skylark stopped at the security console and started to slice. He could save her, he just needed to unlock the Creche's maintenance door. Then get to the hangar and steal a shuttle. Simple. He sliced in easily enough. Force knows he only did it hundreds of times. Just when he had the CRECHE LOCKDOWN file come up and activated, he heard Her scream. 'Oh no,' He couldn't have been to late. He initiated the lockdown and ran down the maintanence hatch. He gunned down the three troopers still in the room, and noticed some Jeti'i toddlers thrown on the floor. More crawled in, but he blasted them easily by calling the most basic Clone Trooper command:

"Troopers, CHECK!" They froze to attention, the Check call was inbred into them the way to hunt is in an Aiwha. All he had to do was blast them with his trusty DC-15. And he did. "Kill my woman!? I don't think so, ner vode."

Scrambling to her side, he looked at her injuries. Nothing bad, just a BSW to the right thigh. Simple. Again. "Ner nehutyc al'verde. You showed them, ner Kar'tayllir darasuum."

Seeing him, she struggled with him to keep his hands away. "What are you doing, you bastard!"

"Saving you, now be quiet and stop struggling." With that, she stopped. She looked at him, confused as he tended to her wound. "I can't stand here and say that this is right. I have fought along side you, shed blood for you, and would die for you. No di'kut is telling me to kill you. That Sithspawn will never get me to slaughter you. Now come, we must make ourselves scarce. Gather up the surviving kids, we're leaving."

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Flin-Ka couldn't believe it. Moments ago, she was fighting to her death. Now she was being carried in Skylark's arms, running to the Temple hangar bays. 'He saved me. He called me his love. Ner nehutyc al'verde, my feisty commander. He loves me enough to betray his brothers for me!' She snuggled into his armor, crying. Joy, grief, sadness, love, hate, anger and above all, hope. 'The Jedi will be rebuilt, Palpatine will lose sooner or later, the younglings will live on and I get to spend time with Skylark. Fett named him after a bird of prey on some backwater world, but the skylark is a legendary predator known for protecting their mates, fitting him. He is calm, poise in crisis, killing efficiently, patiently waits for openings, protects his allies. Like a skylark. He would have made a grand Jedi.' "Sky?"

"Yes, Flin?"

"I love you."

"I love you. Here we are. Hangar Bay 1. There should be a YT-1300 in here. There she is, the Millennium Falcon. We''ll go to Nar Shadaa, from there, we'll find a new ship, and go to Mandalore. The clans will take us in as long as we become Mando'ade."

"We get really cool armor?" inquired a youngling.

"Yes. A helmet, armor, pure besuk, Mandalorian Iron."

"Wizard! I'm gonna make mine blue, like my lightsaber!"

"Mine'll be red and blue and yellow!"

They went on, like the Jedi Purge just didn't happened. Skylark envied the the children, and their way of forgetting sorrow in the promise of something new. Flin looked up at her savior, smiled at him, taking in his helmetless face, the twenty-six year-old face of Jango Fett. But he wasn't Jango, he was Skylark. Her Skylark. 'My skylark...'

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