-The Scary Door-
A Twisted Fairytale by Master
Chapter 0 – Prologue
"Do not mistake consequence for fate".
The future is always in motion.
The smallest change can have the most astound effect on the very fabric of causality.
Even the most powerful Jedi, Sith and everything in between could not predict with absolute certainty.
Why does it feel then like I'm caught in a black hole, circling the proverbial drain, ever closer to a fate, a destiny I have seen within my nightmares that I cannot seem to escape.
He told me on his death bed – Bastard! Knew it would change everything and while he had promised her to take it to the grave he couldn't… he didn't want to see me suffer.
Bastard…
Miss you old man…
The tablet itself was the typical ancient doomsday prophecy mentioning a chosen one, army of darkness, a great battle, death… so much death and an Overlord.
The message however was what truly opened my eyes.
I held the tablet, I spoke the words…
And upon the fabric of existence did I see…
As clear as I am to you, the glass of Chaquilla in your hand, the hum of the mighty KDY engines propelling the ISDII Hammer through hyperspace beneath your feet, I Saw…
And I have prayed every day since for it not to come to pass.
Beyond the scarred lands, the destroyed worlds, the graveyard of space. Deep within the galactic core – drawing power from the massive super-black holes of creation, was… The Dark Tower.
There was simply no other name that one could contemplate. A dark volcanic planetoid housed the terrible structure as it slowly orbited a dwarf-red star reborn again, again and again by The Tower's Dark Master.
It jutted out reaching high into the black void, rebuilt countless times in the last millennium, stronger than ever before - the dark center of a galaxy spawning empire that even the mighty Emperor Palpatine could have only dreamed of.
Every sector held a presence, every planet an outpost.
No system was too remote or too worthless.
A mere 200 years after the Tower reached its true potential 'peace' was finally bestowed upon the galaxy in a time which would now always be remembered as 'The Great Purging'.
Countless worlds burned, trillions of sentient lives were lost, the remaining Jedi and Sith were either hunted down & killed or simply disappeared and were never seen again.
Before long, a galaxy once boasting over in-calculable numbers dwindled to a mere 10 billion, gene pools diminished, entire species wiped from the face of existence. The last survivors of a war so unimaginable, the 'lucky' ones found themselves in lives of servitude and slavery.
(*Thanks to the efforts of certain classified individuals the great Library of Ossus and Coruscant both survived the Great Purge – hidden beneath the planet's surface vaults within vaults.*)
Now known - The Eight Great Races; The Wookie, Sullustan, Hutt, Quarren, Geonosian, Talz, Filvian and Human were all to survive the purge. Of course... it was not coincidence. The remaining beings would serve their purpose before joining the countless in death.
So at the end of things, I write the tale not for myself, but for you… may you learn from it.
And may the universe forgive me…