Author's note:

Hi there, dear reader!
I'm Ed3n001 aka the person that's currently writing this story.

I see you stumbled upon this poorly written fanfic! How nice of you to even consider reading this. This is actually my first story ever on FFNet and one of the first stories I have ever written purely in English (I'm not a native speaker). Feel free to point out any mistakes. I welcome constructive criticism. (Seriously) ;)

As you might have already observed, this story is an OC/SI. I would say this is more of an OC story but it does possess some SI elements. (While I may have something in common with the main character, I'm neither a male nor from the US).

The action takes place in the Old Republic times, hence I marked this as Legends. I was wondering if I shouldn't put this in the Star Wars Games category. The story starts in the year 3646 BBY (or year 7 after the Treaty of Coruscant). While it may contain some characters listed in legends (and therefore appearing in SWTOR), such as Satele Shan, it will mostly focus on various OCs.

Only the main character is written in 1st person. Any other characters appearing through the story will be written in 3rd person.

potato - thought

potato - I use it when I want to put an emphasis on something

potato - emphasis on a certain thought

*potato* - lyrics

Warning: Foul language, violence, etc.

Disclaimer: The Star Wars franchise belongs to Lucasfilm and Disney. I write this purely for fun.

Prologue

The trees outside of my window were swaying slightly, their leaves touched by the light breeze. Their branches were all bathed in dim sunlight, setting long, thin shadows on the sidewalk. One more time I was listening to my favorite tune, lost in thought, hoping to further delay what had to be done.

Enough is enough.

I unplugged my headphones from the USB port and reached out to turn off my laptop, but stopped mid-way, deciding that I might need access to the Internet judging by just how fast my work is going. And by my fabulous ability not to understand anything written in my Physics textbook. Well, not my fault that it just mostly seems like utter gibberish.

The dimming sunlight was seeping through two large windows located directly above my desk. It illuminated my blue-painted room in a warm, orange-red tone.

I really shouldn't be doing this right now.

I yawned, covering my widely open mouth with one hand. This was becoming more and more a habit of mine. I was supposed to study – I had an exam tomorrow morning. But well... let's just say I couldn't exactly bring myself to it. Again.

I picked up my notes once more, surveying them very intently.

...mass something...
electricity...

I set them down for the umpteenth time. But it's easy. I've got this covered.

A minute of silence for my oh-so-brilliant mind.

Damn it, Josh! Get your ass up and working, you lazy piece of shit!

As some say, better late than never. Having thoroughly scolded myself, I sat up, this time fully intending to finally get something done. I grabbed my pen and opened my textbook. After reminding myself just what exactly I had to do, I started frantically turning pages in search of the right subject.

As you might have already observed, I'm just a normal teenager. Maybe a little lazy at times, but I assure I could be very stubborn when I want to get something done. I also pride in my irresponsibility and, possibly, absent-mindedness. It's my last year at high school, so I've been telling myself I should start putting more effort into my studies. What I say and what I do are two different things, sadly.

As for my daily routine - I jog, I started practicing swimming recently, I meet with my friends. I generally enjoy living a peaceful life.

I began reading and taking notes in hopes of finally understanding at least some of the stuff I had to know with flying colors by tomorrow.

Thirty minutes passed and I was starting to get the hang of it. Over forty minutes passed and I heard the sound of a doorbell coming from the front door.

Great.

Why, oh why, does it have to be now?

Mentally cursing my neighbors, I stood up and went downstairs to check who decided to hassle me. We didn't have guests very often which led me to believe this might be an emergency. Maybe Ms. Allen forgot how to change settings on her TV again?

The sight that greeted my eyes after opening the door was, to say the least, not what I expected.

An elderly woman was standing on my porch. Her back was slightly hunched over, gray, greasy hair partially obscuring her wrinkly, ancient-looking face. She was quite skinny and dressed in very worn-and-old looking clothes that hung on her as if she was a skeleton of sorts. This definitely wasn't the kind-looking, plump-faced old lady that sometimes asked us for help.

I felt a chill crawl up my spine.

I didn't know why but somehow I felt as if there was something... off about her.

Yeah. Very off.

I brushed this inexplicable feeling aside, deciding it was probably just an old, homeless lady.

"Erm..." I stuttered but quickly regained my composure. "is there anything I could do for you?" The woman just stared at me for a painfully long moment. I only felt more and more uneasy.

This shit is getting weirder and weirder.

I was about to close the door and walk away, hoping she will just leave, when she spoke.
"Good evening." She had a very distinct accent that I couldn't place. For some unexplainable reason, her voice made my blood turn cold. It was even worse than just being around her overall. "Would you like to know your fortune, young man?"

This sentence immediately set off all the alarm bells in my mind. So she's some kind of a fortune teller? Randomly visiting people's houses? Staring at them blankly and then asking if they want to know their future?

She was obviously giving off a very creepy vibe, suspicious looking and asking really weird questions.

She was also most probably going to scam me if I got into this 'future-fate telling' stuff.

I did what any sane person would do.
"Sorry, um, no, thank you." Not waiting for a response, I quickly closed and locked the door.

Well, that was... something.

I wiped the sweat from my brow and shook myself from whatever feelings this strange encounter has awoken in me. For a moment I felt a twinge of guilt. It might have been a bit rude, slamming the door in someone's face. Still, my reasons were obvious and quite legitimate.

I was partially curious if she was still just standing there. I decided not to pry though, believing that faster I stop bothering myself with all this the faster I forget any of it happened.

I still couldn't understand why I felt so tense - as if the fucking end of the world was about to go down. It was just an old woman. Creepy and weird and suspicious like hell. But still - all I had to do was lock the door.

I went upstairs, trying to brush off the whole affair. I've almost done it but then the I heard someone ring the doorbell. Again.

Oh, for the love of-

I considered going downstairs once more but in the end, decided to stay in my room and just continue what I've been previously doing. I hoped she would just give up and just go away, without me having to call the police on her.

The studying took me well over three hours but I finally did it. I understand it! Unbelievable. And it wasn't even that difficult!

Points for Josh the genius.

Suppressing the urge to punch the air I heard buzzing from somewhere within my backpack. I fished out my phone from in-between some schoolbooks and looked over at the screen, wondering who was calling me at this ungodly hour.

'Kate'

It was my sister. They must be coming back earlier than they anticipated.

My entire family – excluding me of course - went camping for the whole weekend. I didn't come mostly because I had to study. At least that's what I told them. Can't say I don't enjoy having the entire house to myself.

I hastily touched the 'receive' icon on the screen. "Yes?"

"Hi, Josh! We'll be home in 10 minutes. Mom asks if you did the laundry and bought groceries from the store." Her high-pitched, cheery voice rang throughout my smartphone's speakers.

Laundry? Check...

Groceries? Well, shit.

"Laundry's done." I then coughed up into my hand. "But I forgot the groceries." I gave her the most apologetic tone of voice I could muster up.

When you just hang around the house for three days straight doing absolutely nothing and then forget half the things you were supposed to get done.

Yeah.

I could hear muted voices on the other end of the line. After a few seconds, my sister was again on the phone.
"Mom says you better move your lazy butt to the store soon. I think the local supermarket should still be opened." She sounded much more irritated this time.

"Right, right, I'm going." I started rummaging through my closet in search of something to wear while still holding my phone up to my ear. It started getting progressively colder in the evenings lately.

"See ya home, jackass. And hurry."

"Bye, midget. And I'm going." I responded and disconnected the call.

I put on a random, black jacket, jogged downstairs and began putting on my trainers. When I was done I picked up the keys to my house and exited. I locked the door, turned around and made a few steps forward when I almost tripped over something. I heard a dull thud and gripped the railing of my porch to balance myself.

What the hell?

My gaze shifted to the floor. Right in front of me laid a simple cube. It was the size of a basketball. It didn't have any carvings or signs on itself and the light from the garden lanterns reflected off of it, giving it a metallic feel.

"What in the world is that?!" I wondered aloud, agitated, leaning against the railing and clutching my sore foot tightly.

Who put this here? And why? After a few seconds of quick reconsideration, I decided it might have been that woman from before. Well, it was most probably her, given the way she was acting.

What is this? A few case scenarios flashed through my mind. This gift might have been some kind of a trinket, a bomb, a useless piece of junk or something else entirely.

I knew one thing – I needed to get this box off of my porch as soon as possible. I didn't know why, but there was something wrong with it - something that made me feel nervous, irritated, uneasy. My sixth sense - up till now I didn't know I had one - was screaming danger. Having no knowledge of what this cube-thingy might have been, I crouched and attempted to lift it up.

I realized this was probably a stupid idea. A very stupid idea. Too bad it was too late. You think it's a bomb? Don't touch it!

The moment my fingers connected with its cold surface, all that I could see was a bright swirl and a myriad of colors, forming hexagonal shapes and fractals.

WHAT THE-

I screamed.

I screamed and screamed and screamed but no one could hear me. All I could see were multicolored shapes, moving like in a kaleidoscope. I was falling. Or floating. Or both, somehow.

It could have been an hour, a few minutes or a mere second. The colors started slowing down and forming something akin to a bubble. I was so dizzy I only watched this freaky light show, not giving it much thought. After a moment of pointless waiting, I noticed that the bubble became darker. Much darker. Now it looked like more of a hole than a bubble. An abyss, black and devoid of anything else in it.

It was a terrifying sight.

I was pulled towards it by an invisible force.

NO! No, no, wait, no, stop!

I was practically mentally screaming but no matter how hard I struggled the black mass was still growing bigger before my eyes with each passing second. Soon only a few inches separated me from its pitch black, bottomless form.

The darkness engulfed me, leaving a cold, prickling feeling on my skin, filling both my nostrils and my mouth with a strange, thick substance. I felt like I was suffocating with it, almost as if I was drowning although it was no liquid. I desperately tried to free myself from the clutches of this horrifying abnormality, but I was basically surrounded by said black matter hence I had no possible means of escape.

I couldn't do much more than await my fate.

I was unable to stop the fear from taking control of my senses - hell, I didn't want to die yet! There was too much for me to experience, to live for. I could vaguely hear my heart beating in my chest, thumping against my rib cage as if it was going to pop out any second.

There was nothing in sight. Only unending blackness.

This is it. I'm done for.

I let the darkness claim me.

I woke up with a start.

Holy fuck!

My breath was ragged, my heartbeat was strained and I was covered in cold sweat from head to toe. I was still trembling slightly, not able to comprehend what has happened to me just seconds ago. Bright dots of various shapes and colors were swimming before my eyes, blurring my vision. Everything seemed to be rocking back and forth, like on a ship during a particularly violent storm. I could feel I was lying down on the ground, not very aware of how I got there. Unable to withstand the bile rising up my throat any longer I rolled over and vomited on the hard, stone surface that was covered in some kind of... wait, is this sand?

What the hell is sand doing in my garden?

I sat up and moved away from what used to be my dinner, still feeling a bit nauseous. I was pretty confused and hella dazed. What in the world happened?

My vision cleared up a little and I got to see just exactly where I am.

To put it lightly, it was not something I expected to behold.

I stared in mute horror at my surroundings, not able to believe my eyes in the slightest. It appeared to be a cavern of sorts, made out of red sandstone. Particles of dust could be seen floating around in places where the light shone through small holes in the ceiling. The air seemed warm and immensely dry, indicating I was somewhere really far away from the north of US. It was the middle of autumn, for god's sake!

What the hell!? What the freaking-

I had no clue of how I got here, where was 'here' and how long I have been just lying on the ground, unconscious.

Was I kidnapped? Did they drug me or something!?

I tried to calm the anxiety rising in the pit of my stomach but failed miserably. The image of an old, lanky woman dressed in loose, unmatching and dirty clothes flashed through my mind. It occurred to me that maybe she had something to do with whatever the hell happened to me. Too bad I couldn't remember half the things I did before I woke up here! My mind was a total mess.

Calm the hell down!

Firstly, I needed to sort my thoughts out before doing anything else. I sucked in a breath of fresh air and exhaled very slowly. Yup. That certainly made me feel at least a tad better.

Great.

Secondly... Yes, well, secondly... At that moment I realized I had no idea what to do next. Hell, I have never been in a real life-threatening situation before! Well, maybe not including that time when I almost started a fire in the kitchen with the help of my sister, but my current position couldn't really compare to that, could it?

After a while of going through options, I decided it would be best if I found out just exactly where I ended up and if someone's around. It was probably the least senseless idea at my disposal.

I hesitantly took a few steps forward after standing up from the ground. My clothes were covered in sand and I noticed I still had my jacket on. I unzipped it and tied it around my waist. It would be useless in such a warm climate but somehow I didn't want to lose it. I began heading towards the only exit from this place visible to me, a narrow ramification from the main chamber of the cave.

"Is anybody there?!" I shouted, trying to be relatively loud.

There was no response whatsoever.

"Hello!?" I tried again, still on the move.

Silence. My hopes of finding anybody, even be it a kidnapper himself, began dwindling drastically. I was on my own.

Soon after entering the narrow, stone corridor I was out. Apparently, it was a pretty small cave. I covered my vision with my arm, not expecting everything to be so bright. Thankfully my eyes were able to quickly adjust to my surroundings. I looked up at the sky again, only to have my jaw drop all the way to the ground. What I saw then is what truly shook me to the core.

So I just stared, dumbfounded, at what was before me.

I stared at the two suns.

Two fucking suns.