A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away...
STAR WARS
EPISODE X: THE FALLEN KINGDOM
The failure of the New Republic to keep peace in the Galaxy has led to its fracturing. Millions of planets and star systems become independent. It is not uncommon for many of these new political bodies to wage war with one another. Peace is temporary, as is war. This new cycle reigns in the Galaxy.
In the Unknown Regions are two kingdoms that have been at war for a century: PEDJIT and LODIS. The KING OF LODIS has been suing for peace for over a decade, offering the hand of his daughter as a tribute. Unbeknownst to him, the DARK SIDE has given Pedjit an advantage...
Space; cold, dark, silent. The stars lay still, shimmering peacefully, their systems invisible to the naked eye. One could well be forgiven for feeling a false sense of tranquility when witnessing such a scene, but the ship that cruises through the void is a harbinger of pain and despair for those who are familiar with its design. It is a Star Cruiser model AN-15, built in Pedjit for war. Two miles long, one mile wide, it closely resembles a cylinder with the front end being slanted upwards. At the steer, five thrusters burning brightly, four surrounding a much larger thruster that is triple the size of its companions. The ship carries a total of ten thousand soldiers and five hundred sky fighters, all ready to attack as soon as the ship lands. There are a total of five more AN-15's trailing this ship, all ready to begin the invasion.
The planet Lodis approaches. It is a medium-sized planet, home to the Kingdom of Lodis. The atmosphere is blue colored, with one third of its surface being land and two thirds being water. The AN-15s enter the atmosphere of the planet, slowly descending onto its surface.
As the AN-15's descend upon Lodis, the surface of the planet launches its defenses. Laser cannons shoot their ammunition at the invasive ships; one is shot down and destroyed. The AN-15's launch their fighters; a total of two thousand, five hundred Pedjit Thorn-Wings. They are three winged fighters; two wings at opposite sides curved downward at a forty five degree angle, with one wing located just behind the cockpit. Each wing comes equipped with a blaster that shoots forwards. A single Thorn-Wing is hardly a danger, for they are hard to navigate. No, the danger of the Thorn-Wing comes from the fact they come in large numbers.
As the Thorn-Wings descend unto Lodis, the ground forces launch their own Lodis Orni-Flyers. They are sleek fighters, shaped like a T, inspired from the Naboo Fighters from the time of the Clone Wars. The difference laid in the color scheme; Orni-Flyers were typically red and silver. The Orni-Flyers flew up towards the Thorn-Wings, the latter raining down laser blasts onto the surface of Pedjit. One thousand Ornis versus two and a half thousand Thorns. The Ornis scattered; some were caught in the assault, exploding. A total of one hundred and nineteen Ornis were destroyed, their debris falling onto the surface of their home world, their pilots' bodies mercifully burnt to a crisp before they hit the ground.
A single AN-15 lands on Lodis, opening its hatch to release the foot soldiers of Pedjit. The soldiers of Pedjit wear durasteel armor colored yellow and red, armed with PI-01 blaster rifles. The PI-01 rifle is a simple and inelegant rifle; a single black barrel with a simple brown stock, capable of rapid fire. Like most of Pedjit's armory, it was designed to be used in large numbers for overwhelming force.
The Pedjit soldiers advance through the muddy, smoke-covered field. Vision is impaired; if you can see two feet in front of you, you're lucky. However, their nav-systems guide them through the smoke, leading them towards the capital of Lodis, the city of Rajit. Their radar begins to beep; one enemy approaching. Some of the soldiers attempt to suppress their chuckles as they all prepare their blasters.
Swash! Swoosh! Five soldiers lose their heads. Vroom! More soldiers lose their body parts. The Pedjit soldiers enter a panic; they form a circular formation, protecting each other's back. A blip on the radar. Pew pew! The soldiers shoot in the direction the radar says the enemy is located. Immediately the soldiers are shot down by their own comrades. The smoke finally clears out. Sixty seven dead soldiers, most of them killed by the lightsaber of Captain Verrick of the Knights of Lodis.
Powerful man, Verrick. He stands six feet and six inches in height, his bronze skin glistening in his sweat, his curly jet black hair framing his strong, stoic face. He wears the black cloth uniform of Lodis proudly; an overcoat colored black with the Cross of Lodis in the back. In his right hand, his white crossguard lightsaber. In his left hand, his trusted durasteel shield.
Verrick raised his shield, deflecting the laser blasts coming from the Pedjit soldiers. He marched directly at the soldiers, lightsaber in hand, slicing their heads away. He raised his lightsaber overhead; a signal for the incoming Lodis grenadiers.
The grenadiers rushed towards Verrick's position, raising their grenade launchers at a thirty five degree angle. BOOM! The grenades flew in a fiery arch, landing on the groud, creating deadly explosions that ended the lives of many Pedjit soldiers.
The sounds of explosions, the wooshing of air fighters, and the screams of dying men filled the air. The smell of burning flesh and dust invaded every unguarded nostril, chocking the less prepared to death. Debris kept falling to the ground as if it were rain or snow.
"Captain!" A voice called out. A Lodis soldier pointed at a small vessel flying through the carnage.
"The King," Verrick whispered to himself. He ran away from the battle and towards the sky, running as fast as he could. He hijacked a Pedjit speeder, rushing towards his King.
The capital of city of Rajit was deserted, having been evacuated earlier. Only the King, by his insistence, remained. The Queen was also adamant that she remained with the King, as well as her son. Verrick knew that, for he was at his King's side when they made that decision. He rushed up to the castle, observing that the vessel from before had already landed previously. The few guards left behind had already been killed. Verrick inspected their wounds; lightsaber strikes. He gulped, gripping his own lightsaber and shield.
He ran up the staircase, the whole castle littered with dead guards. "Not a single enemy corpse?" Verrick thought to himself. He hurried towards his king.
His eyes widened. Dead. The King of Lodis laid dead in his own throne. At his side, the dead Queen and their two month old son, also dead. The culprit: a figure clad in pure white armor, wearing a flowing cape, and a face-covering helmet. The figure turned to Verrick, who prepared his lightsaber.
"Kingslayer!" Verrick cried out, weapon at the ready. He rushed towards the figure, only to stop. The figure extended its arm at Verrick, slowly raising him from the ground using the Force. With but a wave of its hand, the figure tosses Verrick out the window, falling down towards the river that was once pristine and beautiful, but was now covered in corpses.
Thus the forces of Lodis were overwhelmed by Pedjit's might. On this day, Lodis fell to Pedjit, ending the war...
...or so would they think, unaware that Verrick, the best Knight of Lodis, was still alive...