Greetings everyone! I have chosen to rewrite my star wars story. It will have some changes but will still stay the same and focus more on Vince. If you enjoyed the story read and review. Hope you enjoy.

A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away…

Civil War has come to the galaxy. A Rebel Alliance arises to challenges the evil Galactic Empire.

As these two forces battle for the galaxy, Inquisitors, servants of the Emperor, search for Jedi who escaped the purge.

Elsewhere in the Galaxy, on the Outer Rim planet Dantooine a survivor of the OLD REPUBLIC hides away from the Empire who still hunt for him…

Chapter 1

The young man sat in his quarters meditating, his eyes closed, and his lightsaber floating in front of his. His body was always on alert ready to spring into action should something happen but his mind was a peace. A month ago he had gotten word that a CIS surprise attack had happened at Coruscant and the Chancellor was kidnapped by the supreme leader of the droid army, General Grievous. It had looked bad but in the end the battle of won and not only was the battle won, but the Chancellor was rescued and the leader of the Separatist, Count Dooku, who had ones been a Jedi now Sith Lord, was killed by Anakin Skywalker, thus bringing the war one step closer to a Republic victory. All was well now. Soon, very soon, peace would be achieved and the war would finally be over.

Just then there came footsteps down the hall and stopping at his door and just before the door was open there was silence. Just total silence before words were spoken.

"It will be done, my Lord."

My lord? Who was his commander speaking to? Whoever this lord was he had a bad feeling about it. Rising to his feet he turned and watching the door open revealing Clone Commander Flash.

"Commander Flash," The Jedi was suspicious about what had happened and wanted to get to the point. "Who was that 'lord' you spoke to?" His eyes glanced down at the commanders weapons. Sure enough he saw Flash very so slowly reaching for his pistol. His looked back at the helmet not sure what expression was being made behind it. Was it anger, regret, or nothing but an emotionless stare? He wouldn't know the answer but he knew the clone was going to kill him. Why? Because this lord ordered him to. He narrowed his eyes at the clone. "Flash, before you kill me answer this last order. What is Order 66 and who was this Lord you spoke to?"

The commander wrapped his fingers around the handle of his pistol preparing to draw it. Flash stared at the Jedi. Should he reveal who gave him the order to kill his superior officer? Why not, he was going to kill him anyway. He was sure that the truth would probably stun him giving him time to put a blaster bolt between his eyes. "Order 66, is the contingency order given to all Clones across the galaxy to kill there Jedi officer should they rebel against the Republic and command can only be issued by the Supreme Chancellor who has given the order. I'm sorry sir, you were a great leader but orders are orders."

Suddenly the Jedi Knight felt as if a lightsaber had gone through him. He felt as if his soul was ripped out of his body. Order 66 was a plan to kill all the Jedi and the Supreme Chancellor can only authorize it!? But why would Palpatine insert an order like that for the Clones to follow? Were the Jedi really rebelling against the Republic? No. That couldn't be why, there had to be another reason. The only beings who wanted the Jedi completed wiped out was…the….Sith.

His green eyes widened with revelation and horror. Of course! Now it all fit together! The war, the clones, the Jedi's number decreasing! Palpatine was Darth Sidious and that meant that Dooku was his student! But now Dooku was killed so someone must have taken his place but who?

Before he could ponder the question a wave of pain shot through him. He felt as if he was having a heart attack, electrocuted by lighting and being shot millions of time! He could feel it! All across the galaxy, clones murdering Jedi behind their backs! He felt their deaths in a wave of pain.

Agen Kolar, Saesee Tiin, Kit Fisto, Mace Windu, Ki-Adi-Mundi, Aayla Secura, Stass Allie, Plo Koon, Luminara Unduli,, and thousands more Jedi's deaths were being felt through the Force all across the galaxy. He was in agonizing pain from the deaths he felt. A scream escaped his mouth but no sound came for the pain was excruciating to feel. His eyes still wide with terror, pain, and sadness saw the Clone draw his pistol and it was as if time seem to slow. His mind was racing franticly at the loss of his fellow Jedi. He wanted to save them but could do nothing but feel their deaths. However, if he couldn't save them he could at least save himself. Focusing his mind on the here and now. Concentrating on the here and now he forced his body to move like a door opening, allowing him to dodge Flash's shot by mere inches. Surviving that attack, the Jedi threw his hand out and called forth the Force unleashing a blast of energy at the Clone launching him right into the door. Flash smashing into it slumping to the ground.

Summoning his weapon to his hand the Jedi activated the weapon shooting out a green blade from the silver hilt and swung swift beheading the clone before he could react. The helmet rolled to the ground while the body went lump against the door. He stared at the corpse for a couple minutes till he felt something wet roll down his cheeks.

He was crying?

A finger brush his cheek and sure enough there was a tear now on the tip of his finger. He sighed and dried his eyes. He would cry later for now he needed to get the hell off the ship and deep into the Outer Rim. This was not gonna be easy. Clones were completely different from battle droids. They could think, aim, and take cover. He got lucky killing his commander, plus it was one on one. He would be fighting a ship full of clones who were no doubt on the way to his quarters to kill him as well. He didn't need the Force to know more clones were on the way, there rushing footsteps could be heard. Standing firm he readied his body, mind, and soul for the escape…

Green eyes opened at the memory that had happened 19 years ago. Nineteen years…it had been nineteen years since Order 66 had been issued and much had changed since the end of the Clone Wars.

The Clone Wars, a war waged for 4 years were the Galactic Republic and Jedi Order fought against the Confederacy of Independent Systems, and the Sith. However, it was all a lie used to destroy the enemies of the Sith. To destroy the Jedi, the Republic, and the CIS. This war had changed the galaxy; the Galactic Republic was gone, replaced by a Galactic Empire that has taken almost complete control over the galaxy plunging it into near darkness. The Jedi Order was gone, with almost all the Jedi dead, betrayed by the Clones or hunted down by the Sith Lord, Darth Vader, and other dark force users to be killed or captured and turned to the Dark side to become another servient to Vader and Palpatine.

It was honestly pitiful; the Jedi Order one of the greatest orders in the galaxy was now nothing but a tiny group of survivors who were now in hiding. Hiding like the Sith had done for millennia. The surviving members of the Order had chosen to give up being Jedi living a normal life or in exile. Even fewer were trying to challenge the Empire. Doing whatever they could to show that the Jedi were still alive and fighting against the tyrannical dictatorship of the Empire. Nevertheless, as the years went by more and more Jedi were slain their deaths being broadcasted all over the news. Thus leaving the biggest question. Did they deserve it? The Republic had become corrupt and the Jedi grew arrogant over the years not realizing the Sith Lord was right in front of them all this time. So did they deserve this?

Ture the Jedi were flawed in many ways. However, they had been the guardians of peace and justice in Old Republic. They had protected the Galaxy against Sith. This time however, the Sith won. The Jedi were filled with so much arrogance they had been deceived so easily by one Sith Lord. So did they truly deserve this? If they had changed their ways, like the Sith did, then maybe the Jedi Order could have survived and none of this would have happened. But they didn't and so in the end...this was what they DID deserved. Their arrogance and refusal to change had caused there downfall.

That was the very thought the man was thinking as he sat there in his room staring blankly at the opposite wall.

Vince Silverton was his name, and he was a Jedi Knight. Correction, former Jedi Knight.

Vince, like other force sensitives was taken into the Jedi Order and trained to become a Jedi. A prodigy student, Vince was a naturalist in ways of the Force. With the training given to him by his master and passing of many trials he had obtained the rank Jedi Knight two years before the Clone Wars began. The damnable war took thousands of lives. Jedi, clones, and civilians, all killed in the grand plan orchestrated by Palpatine to eliminate all his enemies.

By the war's end at the age of 32, Vince had become a battle harden war veteran. Coming to trust his instincts and quick reflexes more than the Force. He was still however, a Jedi and trusted the Force. It was thanks to these reflects and instincts that saved his life when Order 66 was commenced. It hadn't been easy but he escape to the planet below where he hid till he was able to get transport out of the Mid Rim. For three years the Jedi had freighter hopped nonstop all across Outer Rim evading the Empire and assisting those who needed help till he settled down on Dantooine.

Once setting foot on the farm world he vowed to live the life of a common person. To hide away from the Empire and live without the Force. It wasn't easy but through hard work he obtained a suitable home on the outskirts of a town and retired at the ripe age of 48. This change of life from Jedi to civilian had released a lot of the stress and changed him as well. He wasn't the Jedi from the Clone Wars, now he was a citizen of Dantooine. To the people in the town he was called "old man Vince" and boy were they right in calling him that.

The years had not been kind to him, gone was his black hair now short and grey from age and stress of the Jedi Order's destruction, the Republic's fall and the Empire's rise to power, and an untamed beard was upon his face. His green eyes that once held a passion for peace and justice had burned out ages ago with the Empire's rise to power.

Sliding off his bed he strolled into the kitchen intending to grab some food. Just as he was about to open the fridge to look for food he received a strange feeling rush through him. It was like an echo of a wind and voices of thousands of people crying out in joy.

What had just happened? Was that…The Force?

It couldn't be, he hadn't used the Force in years, why would it return to him now? He shook his head and proceeded to open the fridge to grab the materials for a meal. As he made the lunch he turned on the holoplayer to see what was going on in the known galaxy. When he looked he saw the image of a giant planet shaped battle station exploding. The image replayed over and over and over again till it faded and the face of a beautiful woman appeared on it.

"Citizens of the galaxy. I am princess Leia Organa, daughter of Bail Organa, leader of the Rebel Alliance. The Alliance has dealt a heavy blow to the Galactic Empire. We have destroyed there deadly battle station the Death Star at Yavin 4. Many brave heroes gave their lives in the battle that occurred in the space above Yavin and there sacrifice was not in vain. With the death of Governor Tarkin my father and the people of Alderaan have been avenged. This is a turning point in the war. We will continue to fight the Empire but we need your help in freeing the galaxy. It may look impossible but it's not. We can win and when we do the Republic that one's proudly stood for democracy, peace, and freedom will be restored. Help up in our cause, help us fight for freedom for the galaxy. Long live the Republic May the Force be with you all!"

Then the image of Leia Organa faded leaving the screen blank.

Vince was shell shocked at this news. His mind replayed the image of Death Star's destruction and Princess Leia's message. He couldn't believe it…this battle had proven that the Empire could be defeated. Darth Vader, and the Emperor could be killed, and the Republic can be restored…and so could the Jedi. That though however, bugged him. If the Order was rebuilt would they go back to the old ways that had destroyed them or would they begin anew? He obviously wouldn't let the old ways return, for those had played part in there destruction.

As he pondered his thoughts, they shifted over to the message and Leia's speech. Firstly, he was saddened at the death of the king of Alderaan. Bail Organa had been a good man and his death must have left a big impact on the Rebel's. Although, he never remembered Bail having a child before. Or maybe he did? He didn't know the man well enough but that didn't matter now. Bail was dead and his daughter survived through his blood. The death of Alderaan's senator brought about another question to the Jedi. Why he hadn't he felt Alderaan's destruction? Could it be the Force blocked him from this occurrence? Possibly. Or could it be the Battle of Yavin had a bigger impact in the Force than Alderaan's destruction?

That too, could be possible.

The emotions and death that were sensed were the proof of it and yet…there was something else amidst it all. He had felt someone use the Force! Who had used the Force at the battle? Whoever it was had caused a great effect to occur through the Force. Could it be another Jedi survivor? A Jedi fighting for the Rebels? Perhaps one of his old friends had survived the Purge as well and had chosen to fight back against the Empire. This single thought of another Jedi survivor had caused the faintest hint of hope to fill his heart. So he wasn't the last Jedi in the galaxy. He hoped others had survived the like him and this proved it. This single thought brought up a question he never thought of since the Clone Wars.

Would he become a Jedi again?

Vince was so deep in thought he was completely unaware his food was burning till the burning smell filled the room. "Well there goes a good meal." He sighed tossing it away. Clearing the mess he thought back to his question.

Would he return to the ways of the Jedi?

He knew the Force had never left him, it had always been with him through the years watching out for him, protecting him. If he did become a Jedi again he would no doubt take part in the Galactic Civil War. However, it had been so long since he used the Force. How rusty had his skills gotten since the end of the war, and how would his body function if he used it once more? The second part of the question was answered already. The Force would assist him as it did with Master Yoda and rest of the elder master in the Clone Wars. However, they were masters and he wasn't.

He needed more time to think on this decision. Without a home cooked meal he decided to go to the local cantina to grab a quite bite and grab any important information. With that in mind, Vince readied himself for the journey into town.

Vince wasn't surprised to see the people running through the streets cheering and howling with joy at the news of the Alliance victory. Some cried "Long live to the Rebellion" or "Down with the Empire!" Many on Dantooine hated the Empire and there wicked ways. As happy as it was he could see some scowling hatefully at them. Imperial sympathizers no doubt. If either the Rebellion or Empire came here bad things would follow. Revolution or civil war would grip the planet.

Parking his speeder, he stepped into the cantina. It like the rest of the city was booming with chatter about the Battle of Yavin and even through the dim lights many were celebrating with friends in booths while others drank, played cards, or smoked. On the viewscreens it was nothing but the news of Yavin.

"Well look who it is, old man Vince, haven't seen you in here recently." Greeted the bartender who was cleaning a glass. "Will you be having the usual?"

Vince nodded taking a seat at the bar and wait for the delicious food. Seconds later his meal was delivered and he paid for it.

"The Empire loosing at Yavin is quite the shocker. This Rebel Alliance had always been losing but now they scored themselves a big victory. Things are going to change I sense it."

"When did you become a Jedi?" The elder Jedi joked.

The bartender chuckled. "Call it instincts, old man. I have a feeling this war is gonna change the galaxy just as all other wars have."

"That I can agree on…what's your though on this war?" Vince asked taking a bite of his food.

"Me?" The bartender questioned. "I honestly don't care who wins just as long they don't do anything to ruin my life."

Vince stayed quiet for a moment nodded in agreement before finishing his meal.

Two days later he was awoken from his sleep by what sounded like screeching and engines. He didn't need the Force to know something bad was happening. He knew who was coming. Rushing outside to see what the commotion was his eyes widened with terror at the ships that flew overhead. Filling the blue eyes were Tie fighters and landing craft all of which were unleashed from the belly of the large grey triangle shaped Imperial warships that hovered within the atmosphere. His eyes traveled to their destination and he paled when he saw many landing outside the town. The townsfolk wouldn't enjoy this one bit.

He was right, citizens cried in terror pointing to the sky while others grabbed their children and ran as fast as they could. Minutes after the Empire's arrival Sentinel-class landing craft had unloaded there infantry into the town who marched through the streets escorted by AT-ST's, while TIE fighters zoomed overhead followed by more landing craft that zoomed off to other local areas to conquer.

As the crowed watch the Imperials march into their town many glared hatefully at them. They had just been dragged into the wars now. Many within the crowed were chatting, or to be more specific arguing with one another.

"Damn Rebels because of their victory at Yavin we've been dragged into the war and now the Empire has to come and occupy us."

"You shouldn't go blaming the Rebels bub! The Empire is the real threat! They kill civilians and destroy entire planets! Alderaan was a prime example of how evil they are!"

"Alderaan was planet supporting the Rebellion! They were secretly building super weapons on there!"

"Are you stupid!? They had NO weapons! They were peaceful and boom the Empire decides to use the Death Star and destroy them!"

Vince sighed sadly at the many arguing citizens. If they continued things would get real bad real quick!

"Attention citizens!"

Everyone stopped there arguing to look at the one who bellowed out the words. Standing before them all in front of the stormtroopers was a black armored man with slick red hair and a cybernetic left eye. Something about this man made the hairs on the back of their necks stand. "I am General Mortem and this world is now under the control of the Empire! His majesty has decreed that all citizen who live here shall be given the best protection and that all who support the Rebellion are traitors to the Empire and shall be dealt with as such!"

After the speech the crowd erupted into chaos!

"Long live the Empire!" A voice called out from the crowd.

"Go back to the Core you bucket heads!" Shouted another.

"They have come to protect us! Glory to the Empire!"

"You ain't protecting us your just gonna ship us off to labor camps!"

Before anything else could happen there was a loud booming nose from above that sounded like thunder. Not far off came a short burst of turbolaser fire like a shower of green rain! The crowed stopped there shouting and quivered in fear at the power the star destroyed unleashed.

"That is a warning to all who will dare to oppose us!" The Imperial commander shouted again an evil cocky smile on his face enjoying the fear he saw in the people's eyes. "I understand you don't like our presence being here. However, it wouldn't have come to this had the Rebels not established a base here nor had they destroyed the Death Star over Yavin! Because of them we have no choice but to take control of your planet! Now scatter and go about your daily lives just think of us as tight security protecting your planet!" He drew his blaster and fire three shots into the air and the gathered people scatter still glaring at the imperials and muttering threats to them.

In the crowed of terrified people the Jedi furrowed his brow at this action. Vince knew what he must do. Now if ever was the time to fight. There was no choice now for staying out of the war. The Empire had come to Dantooine and threatened its people. He couldn't stand aside and watch the people of Dantooine or the Galaxy suffer under the Empire's power. He couldn't help them by himself. However, if the Alliance was able to send a force then they could be freed from the Empire's grip. He slipped down an ally making his way through the crowds back to his speeder. Once obtaining the vehicle he zoomed back to home intending to prepare for his escape off planet. That however would be a problem, he needed some type of way to get to the Alliance. His skills as a pilot weren't the best and he needed an inconspicuous way of getting off planet. Perhaps a smuggler could get him off for the right price.

Aside getting off planet he needed to test something before setting up any plans. He had to see how in touch with Force he was. For 16 years he had lived without it. He still had to see what he was capable of.

Reaching his home he zooned inside scanning the room for something to use the Force on. He set his sights on a cup upon the counter. A simple levitation technique was only needed. Reaching out with the Force he set his sights on an empty cup on the counter. Focusing on the object he concentrated with a calm and clear mind He started whispering the words his master always said to him.

"Open up myself to the Force. Feel the Force around me." At those words he started to feel something flow through him. It felt link a river but he knew it wasn't. It was something more. It was the Force. Concentrating harder he opened his mind letting in more of the Force and peeking an eye open to see if any progress was made. To his surprise he saw the cup was floating higher than he expected it to be. His surprise was soon replaced by joy.

Setting the item back on the counter he started to concentrate on himself. He sensed his presence within the Force. It was there, faintly. Like water running through a river. Though weak he knew it was there, around him, going through him. That faint presence started to steadily grow stronger as he focused more and more upon his Force signature.

At last the Force flowed out of him like an overfilled cup of water. It…it had been so long since he feel the full presence of the Force within him. It was so good to feel it flow through his body. Never would he have though it would return so easily but this eases his worries of having to retrain himself. His skills in battle, knowledge of tactics, wisdom of a Jedi, and pure instinct had returned to him. Vince Silverton was a Jedi ones more!