A long time ago…
…in a galaxy, far, far away…
Over two thousand years have past since the death of Jacen Solo. Since then, the Galaxy has healed itself, only to fight again. The Empire, with the assistance of some nefarious allies, has nearly destroyed all that the Rebellion had fought for. Now, that war, and those who fought in it, are only distant memories.
As are the Jedi. Following the war, a treaty was signed by the Galactic Alliance and the Galactic Empire. It was a non-aggression pact, promising that neither government would attack the other. It also removed all political and military powers the Jedi Order possessed. It also disbanded all combat related organizations, including the Imperial Knights. It was thought by the leaders of the Galaxy that if there was no Force-using military order, there could be no perversion of power by a potential Sith warlord.
And so, the Jedi Order was reduced to a collection of philosophers and their ideals, without any weapons to fight with. The few Imperial Knights that were left became nothing more than an ornate, and useless, escort detail for the royal family. None of this seemed to trouble any of the citizens. In their mind, the true enemy, the Sith, could not rise again if there were no Jedi running about unchecked by governments. The Galaxy was at peace once again.
Thus, for the last half a millennia, there has been no Jedi Order; no Knights guarding innocent lives; no Force-wielding Skywalker. It seems the Legacy of the Force as ended.
Or has it?
On a planet, far removed from the influence of bickering governments and scandalous ideals, a single Jedi Master bides his time, waiting for the young man he will train…