Chapter 1: Prologue
Author's Note: I do not own Star Wars, Disney does. The only thing I own here is my Original Character. This is 100% fictional, not official canon. This is told in the first person. Now, let's start the show.
The droids were merciless. They shot anyone that resisted, provided that they were not important enough to be spared. The skeletal monsters of the Trade Federation had attacked my homeworld for four months. It was September now. We were independent from both the Republic and the Confederation. We had hoped to stay out of the Clone Wars and intergalactic politics. We were wrong, the War was right here. Due to our independence, no Republic forces would save us, unless we swore loyalty to them. We were stupid enough to decline, hoping to stave off the droids. We surrendered within a week.
There was a resistance. The Resistance, to be exact. I was their leader. As a former soldier of the Republic, I knew how to fight the droids. Note that I am not a Clone; they replaced me when the War started. I retired after four years in the military to this planet, hoping for solitude. I married and had four beautiful children. When the Federation invaded, they died in the first month. I started the Resistance to wipe out the droids in bitterness and revenge. So far, I have been unsuccessful so far, having small victories here and there. I will not try an assault on their command post until I have a large enough force, and based on current numbers and recruitment rates, that will be years from now.
I crouched on the rooftop, five stories above the city streets. It was nighttime, and I had my night-vision on in my Resistance helmet. Tanks and speeders covered their Battle Droids as they escorted more civilians to torture camps. I held a small droid rifle in my hands. This plan would fail; too many forces would stop me. My team, each member on a different rooftop, knew it too. Why must there always be a problem? I noticed droid snipers on several rooftops, scanning the area with their high-powered rifles. I took aim down my sights and shot a sniper down. My team did likewise executions to the damn droids. That would make the plan be more fruitful.
Next, we began to take aim on the commanders leading the escort parties. Without proper leadership, the parties may fall in disarray. We took out the commanders with precision and military accuracy-my service taught us well. The standard droids raised their rifles and opened fire on us. Luckily, we had good cover against their small arms. It was the tanks I was worried about.
I noticed a few figures sprinting behind the tanks with large bags, a demolition team. With initiative, one of my demolition teams were taking out each tank one by one. This may be a victory after all.
That changed when I noticed a shadowy figure walk right down the street. I couldn't recognize the man, or whatever he was. He wore a black robe and hood over his face. He pulled out a shiny silver rod. It ignited into a blood-red lightsaber. The man was a Sith Lord.
He sprinted down the street to my demolition team and furiously slaughtered them all. My "sniper" team opened fire upon the Sith. He blocked each blaster shot with speed and redirected them back to us. I saw many friends and comrades fall to the redirected shots.
I ran across rooftops and back down to street level back to my headquarters, being chased by the Sith. I took the longest way possible, hoping to lose his track. I turned a corner and he was right in front of me. He grabbed me with the Force and threw me back. I stood up and raised my fists. He grabbed me again by the neck.
"You are the leader of the Resistance, correct?" he said angrily with a deep voice.
"Yes, you son of a bitch!" I said, choking under his power. I spat on his face in anger, hoping he would let go. He only tightened his grip.
"Go back to your headquarters, I will not follow you. Tell your men that they have three days to surrender before I kill every man, woman, and child in our camps."
"We will never surrender."
"Then you have already lost." He let me go. I gasped for air. The Sith turned away and walked back to the main street. I ran up to him, hoping to choke him out from behind. Before I grabbed him, he turned around and pushed me back with the Force into the wall. "Don't try that again." He disappeared into the darkness.
I began my painful walk back to my headquarters…
I hope you like this. Note that there will very few main characters from the primary saga. I came up with this after playing with my siblings with blaster toys. Please review.