The Star Wars universe is not owned by me, I am purely a fan that is writing a story

10 BBY

Fire engulfed the village, and the smell of ash and death filled the air. A young boy ran from smoldering building to building, trying to desperately avoid the imperial troops. He could hear the screams of his friends and neighbors as they were slaughtered by the stormtroopers. His objective was to get to his father's ship, the last remnant of his family. He reached the edge of the village and sprinted into the forest.

He found the cave entrance in the base of the mountain and headed inside. He followed the path that was ingrained into him since he was five. The twists and turns would quickly cause an outsider to get lost, that is why it was the perfect place to hide one's true identity. He arrived at the largest chamber and walked toward the U-Wing that had served his father well in his bounty hunting career. He entered the code and slipped inside, sitting in the pilot seat. He remembered the pride in his father's eyes when he mastered piloting this ship. After pushing that thought away, he powers on the ship and plots a random lightspeed jump. The ship lurches forward and jumps to lightspeed as soon as it is clear of the cave entrance.

The ship speeds away from Haven, an outer rim colony built on a tiny moon. The empire never took notice of the peaceful place, until the rumor of a jedi visiting. In truth, there was no jedi, just a crazy old man who thought that he could move things with his mind. The boy moved to the back of the ship and looked at the robot in power stasis. The droid he fixed when he was 11. He looked at the black armor plating with crimson detailing and began formulating what to do next. The robot held a secret, a secret that would give him the tools to get his vengeance. He turned on the HK-51 assassin droid.

"William Rokar identified. Hello master, how may I serve you today?" HK-51 asked as it started to stand and calibrate all of its systems.

"Haven has been destroyed, no survivors. I need you to teach me everything. You said you were designed to kill anything, to adapt to any situation. My father tried to give me a different life, the Empire took that away, they took everything away." William stated as fire burned in his hazel eyes.

"There is an art to revenge, but also difficulty. You must become a weapon, a machine. To take down an Empire, you must become a vessel of commitment, focus, and sheer will. When you get shot or stabbed, you don't let it slow you down, you keep moving. I will not teach you if you will not do everything I say." Replied HK as he moved about the cabin.

"I have nothing left, all I have is pain and loss. Hone my skills, teach me how to do what must be done, no matter the cost." William said.

"Then we will head to Korriban. If you want to kill a sith, then you must learn your enemy. Also the planet is harsh, a desert that has killed the unsuspecting. When we arrive your training will begin, your new life starts, and your past becomes nothing but fuel to drive you forward." HK stated as he moved into pilot seat and programmed in a new set of coordinates.

2 ABY (2 years before the destruction of the second Death Star)

William Rokar strode into the bar. His black duster billowed behind him and the clank of his armored boots echoed throughout the room. His years of training had changed him, he was a weapon, just as was promised. He didn't care about consequences, just the mission. The patrons looked in fear as he strode toward a booth in the back of the room. His mandalorian armor made him stick out wherever he went. It was traditional deathwatch that was all black, with crimson detailing. He forewent a helmet, as he wanted to look his enemies in the eye as he exacted his vengeance. He took a seat and swigged down the Corellian ale his contact had ordered him.

"Good to see you again William." Talon Karrde greeted before he took a swig of his drink.

"Did you get the information, I need to know who the emperor has sent to kill me." Replied William.

"All business, as usual. You know, you really need to lighten up. I know why you are doing what you're doing, and I'm not trying to stop you. What I am trying to do is keep you from getting killed. I consider you a friend and I don't want to see you die, especially after you saved my crew and me from the Black Sun. You need allies, you can't bring down an Empire by yourself, and right now, I'm all you got. I will do many things, but I will not openly do anything against the Empire, smuggling is dangerous enough as it is." Talon said as he slid over a data pad with the information on it. "He has these new assassins, best of the best, no one ever sees them coming. The best part is, they almost never fail, and no one knows who any of them are. Lucky for you, I have people who can get things without being caught. That is a full profile for all of his hands."

"Thank you, what do I owe for this?" Asked William.

"Nothing, just think about what I said." Karrde said as he stood and started to head out. He paused and looked back, "Remember, the offer I made is always open. You ever want to come work for me, leave this behind, live a more normal life, just call.".

William Rokar proceeded back to his ship and plugged in coordinates to take him back to Korriban. He went into the main cabin and sat down and started to read all of the profiles, looking for who would make the most sense for the Emperor to send. One profile stood out among all the others, Mara Jade.

Notes: This is my first story and an introduction to a new character I have been toying with for awhile. Since all of my favorite Star Wars stories after Return of the Jedi are no longer Cannon, and most of my favorite characters are dead, I decided to write a new version of events. This chapter is just an introduction to William Rokar, following chapters will delve into, the name he has made for himself, his training, and his next moves after the destruction of the Death Star and the start of the Empire crumbling.