Daughter of the Sun

by Mischief's Angel

After the fall of the Galactic Empire, the vast crime syndicate known as The Black Sun was said to have been destroyed. Hidden in the shadows of the galaxy, it survived. The fractured organization is unified under a new ruler: Princess Xhira of the Falleen. This new empress of organized crime has buried the truth of her identity. Her secrets lie in the hands of only one: Kylo Ren.

1. Prologue

During the reign of the Empire, the galaxy was forced into order. Innumerable lives were lost, planets conquered, and whole civilizations utterly wiped from existence. Many planets could not muster the strength to recover from the devastation. Even when the Empire fell, many of the fractured systems still splintered apart. Many of those who did not have the strength to resist Imperial control joined them out of fear and the instincts of preservation. Others who would not resist the Empire saw...opportunity.

The galaxy's largest system of organized crime was united under one banner: The Black Sun. This crime syndicate spread to every corner, every crevice, and every shadow of the galaxy. Only one knew for certain just how far the reach was. Only the Emperor of the Black Sun knew all of its secrets. Knowledge is power, and the Falleen Prince Xizor did not share power. He ruled over the underworld with an iron fist, surviving by allowing his organization to bend to the will of the Empire. The decision to conform seemed a weakness at first; as the profits of war flooded into the syndicate, Xizor's clever work became apparent. He would profit how he could from the Empire, then, before it inevitably collapsed, pull away to reap the rewards without the fall. No military organization stayed in power forever. Empires rise and fall, and the Black Sun had been there to see all of them. The Black Sun had outlasted all of them.

When the Empire fell at the hands of the Rebel Alliance, the New Republic took its place in the seat of power. The Republic was satisfied, in the years to follow, that it had cleared the galaxy of the Empire and the organizations that supported it. Criminal organizations were cut down. A new order of peace was established. The thing about peace is, like an empire, it cannot last. The Black Sun allowed the Republic to cut and hack away at its allies, resources, and branches of operation. Whatever was expendable was fed to this new order to satisfy the core worlds. The Republic was told that the entire operation was destroyed.

The Republic was lied to.

Prince Xizor escaped the Jedi Master who served under the flag of the rebellion. With him, the Black Sun survived. The organization vanished into the shadows of the galaxy once more, biding time and repairing wounds, until they could once more be strong. Even now, they lie in wait, feeding on the galaxy like a parasite. They leech resources, steal what they wish, and destroy lives, further festering the wounds that the Empire created. Underneath it all, the treachery of Prince XIzor runs deeper than the galaxy knows. Yet, I know. I know all of this for my family has watched it happen.

By my kind, civilizations have risen and fallen. As always, we will outlast.

I am Xhira of the Black Sun, empress of shadow ruling from beneath a broken galaxy. I am one of the last of my kind, as most of my kind has been destroyed. I am the heir to a broken world that no one sees and none wish to remember. I was not always so. I was born into a different life, a different family, and a different name. All who knew my secrets have been eliminated, save for one. Only one soul lives who knows the truth of who and what I am. My greatest weakness lies in the hands of the ruthless commander of the First Order: Kylo Ren.