Division I: Assassination on Ravardos
The fall of Supreme Leader Snoke. Evandor Snoke had ruled the galaxy with an iron fist, to the point where he had an estimate of ninety-five percent of the Galaxy under his control. Snoke left a small number of useless planets unharmed, as they would be a waste of his time. Other planets Snoke chose not to conquer for their connections with the Third Order and the ancient Sith. Snoke used his brigade of advanced Star Destroyers and Star Dreadnoughts to take control over the majority of the Galaxy, but the primary reason for Snoke's victory was the Supremacy III, which was a massive flagship that was nearly invincible. The ship had been crafted from the Othergate, and likewise, only a weapon crafted from the Othergate could destroy Snoke's prized flagship. The greatest threat against Snoke was the way he wielded Force power. For the dark crystal gave Snoke unimaginable power, yet if not enough Force energy had been consumed, his power would dwindle, and Snoke would need to find more energy as fast as possible. Supreme Commander Vaxol's order of the Great Jedi Inquisition limited Snoke to very few Jedi to drain energy from, and so his power began to weaken over time. Darth Ridor's discovery of this drove him to kill Snoke. Snoke, using the spirit of Darth Vader, had blocked the minds of his followers, and once the light side of the Force had met with Vader's soul, he was able to inform Ridor of Snoke's treachery. After Snoke's death, Ridor became Supreme Leader of the Third Order, and his current plan was to eliminate the last remaining members of the now surrendered army of the Galactic Resistance…
Director Jox Krennic flew through the clouds of Kalee, and he landed his shuttle upon a landing pad. Krennic exited his shuttle and entered his master's hut.
"Master Scar." Said Krennic, tossing a map into his master's clutch.
Scar unfolded the map and read the words written on it.
"The map to lord Malgus… Well done, Director." Said Master Scar.
"I'll take my promised credits now."
Scar threw over a large sack containing 7,500 credits.
"You claimed that Snoke would die without Malgus?" Asked Scar.
"Snoke feeds off of Force energy, he's growing weaker."
"How did you get in such a position of knowledge and power?"
"My family name is well-respected among the Imperial movement… My eldest brother designed the STE-44, the super-weapon Snoke plans to use to drain the Force energy out form Gladius."
"And why is that? To give him more Force energy?"
"No, that much would eradicate him, he's using it to wipe out a planet's population without actually destroying the planet."
"Fascinating…"
Krennic sat down on a nearby stool, folding his hands.
"Darth Ridor… the Reaper… I knew his sister."
"Ridor has a sister?"
"Snoke had grown a new obsession in the Skywalker family line, a family line that he had first seen as waste. I loved Adrianna, I truly did, she told me everything she knew about Snoke before she fled from the Third Order."
"Why did she flee?"
"Because Snoke had planned to drain her Force energy for himself… she had learned this while on Endor. I truly believed in the Third Order, and at that time I wished Adrianna the best and I continued to serve under Snoke. After seeing the untrustworthy way of Snoke, I could no longer serve him."
Scar stepped down off from his scavenged throne, reaching out to shake Krennic's hand, to which Krennic did just that.
"I promised you that we would rule the future tribe of Kalee together, but I soon see us ruling a much larger, galactic-sized tribe… as brothers." Said Scar.
"At the end of everything that I have done, I hope and pray that is so."
Krennic stood from the stool.
"Return to Cyonox, bring back as much information as possible." Ordered Scar.
"As you wish."
It was a peaceful night on Ravardos. The Resistance had been ordered by Queen Aliceea to surrender their armies to the might of the Third Order. Lead Commander Corvin stood near his desk, painting a portrait of Rebel Leader Bailey, who had been presumed dead for over two months now. Lauren Vangotta lied on a nearby couch, watching Corvin paint the portrait. Corvin stepped back, staring at the portrait, then scratching his chin.
"Maybe just a little more detail on the eyes…" He said.
Lauren began to slowly doze off. Corvin took his brush, dabbed it into the dark paint, and began to brush over the eyes of the rebel leader on his painting.
"Finally! It's complete!" Shouted Corvin, standing back from his painting.
Lauren quickly opened her eyes.
"Well done... looks just like her…" She said aloud.
"I tried my absolute best on it. We all respected Karis, and I'll call her that, even though she demanded none of it!" He said with a chuckle in his voice.
"Yeah, she made a fuss over small things like that... But that's just what he made her so special."
"Darn right."
Corvin lounged back in his chair, folding his hands above his head.
"So how do you feel about it?" Asked Corvin softly.
"Feel about what? Your painting? I already told you." Lauren replied.
"No the order… the order to destroy the Resistance…"
Lauren sat up from her slouching.
"We can still rise, we can still take down Ridor and his Third Order." She said boldly.
"And maybe that is exactly the greatest flaw with rebellion, it's overconfident and boasting in nature."
"How can you have a rebellion without those features?"
"You can't. You just can't."
Lauren looked down to the ground and began scratching her leg. As she did so, an odd smell invaded her nostrils.
"What the h### is that? Do you smell that?" Lauren asked in a disgusted tone.
Corvin got a sniff of the air.
"Yeah, it smells like those nasty plants in the jungles." Said Corvin.
"But why?"
"I don't know. The night air brings out the smell of wildlife."
"I'm not accepting that bulls### answer."
Lauren stood to her feet, then using the device on her blaster to detect sentient beings around her. She turned it towards Corvin, and her mouth dropped widely.
"What? What the h### is it?" Asked Corvin, raising his hands into the air.
"S###." Mumbled Lauren.
"The he- UCK!" Corvin was cut off by a red blade of kyber that entered through his heart.
Out of thin air, Zalvor, the dark assassin, appeared behind Corvin.
"NO!" Screamed Lauren.
She fired her blaster pistol at Zalvor, only to have him sling Corvin's body towards her to soak in the blaster fire.
"B######!" She shouted as her blaster pistol overheated.
Zalvor slowly stepped towards the now frightened Lauren. He snatched the weapon out from her hands, staring at it as he moved is fingered throughout the device that had just nearly killed him.
"Unique design." Said the distorted voice.
"How are you alive…" Asked Lauren, sweat dripping down from her forehead.
"What did Bailey lie about me?!" Shouted Zalvor.
"Don't you mention her name, scumbag." Replied Lauren softly, in an angered tone.
"I didn't kill her." Zalvor slid the blaster pistol onto his belt, "The Third Order did."
"You d### well know you would have murdered her if you had the blasted chance."
"Sure."
"What the h### do you want from me? Just kill me, STICK YOUR WEAPON THROUGH MY BLASTED HEART!" Her face turned red as she screamed at the dark mask of Zalvor, his fiery eyes beaming through back at hers.
"Quiet… no need for shouting. I just have one question for you… who exactly, killed Karis Bailey?" He asked, moving closer to Lauren's face.
"You shut the h### up…" She whispered furiously.
Zalvor punched Lauren directly in the side of her face, pelting her to the ground.
"WHO KILLED HER?!" Zalvor shouted, slamming his armored foot down onto Lauren's back.
"IT WAS RIDOR! It was Ridor…" She screamed as tears streamed down her cheeks.
"How do you know this? TELL ME?!"
"Be-because Ridor is the one responsible for a-all rebel executions."
"I see."
Zalvor removed his foot off from Lauren's back, her blue dress now covered in dirt and weeds.
Lauren glanced over at Zalvor as he walked away.
"Why did you have to kill him?!" She shouted, trying to fight back her raging tears.
"To get your attention… what, did I interrupt something?" Replied Zalvor sarcastically.
"Go to Hell."
"I get that a lot…"
Lauren stood to her feet. She had finally stopped weeping (for the most part).
"Why do you care who killed her?!" She yelled out at Zalvor's moving figure.
"As you said, I would've killed her if I had the chance, and someone decided to take that away from me."
"You mean murder?"
"All the same to me."
Lauren grabbed Lead Commander Corvin's modified Glie-44 blaster pistol off from his desk, and she fired at Zalvor's back. Almost instantaneously, Zalvor deflected the blaster bolt back at Lauren, searing her left shoulder.
"F###!" She screamed, listening to her sizzling flesh as she knelt to the ground.
Zalvor aimed Lauren's blaster pistol at her face.
"I could just kill you right here, right now, but I won't do it. My work here is just simply done." Said Zalvor calmly, almost as if the weapon had never been fired at him in the first place.
"Oh yeah, this belongs to you."
Zalvor tossed down Lauren's blaster pistol. Lauren quickly snatched the weapon that had landed in front of her.
"Please, don't try something outlandishly stupid again."Remarked Zalvor.
Zalvor turned and noticed the painting of Rebel Leader Karis Bailey lying on Corvin's desk.
"Pathetic." Whispered Zalvor to himself.
The dark assassin disappeared after tapping a button near his covered hand, and off he went to hijack a Resistance A-Wing Starfighter.
"B######..." Mumbled Lauren to herself, looking off where Zalvor had last been seen.
Lauren crawled over to Corvin's body, sliding her palms underneath his head.
"You shall not die in vain, old friend, you shall not die in vain…" She mumbled.
The Artifact Room. The place which held the many artifacts collected by Supreme Leader Ridor and his dedicated followers: The Red Shadow. The freshly self-elected Supreme Leader of the Third Order walked around the room, glancing at the different artifacts that had been collected. He glanced past a multitude of Sith and Jedi holocrons, the lightsaber of the past Supreme Leader Kylo Ren of the First Order, and soon, the lightsaber that had belonged to Snoke… and maybe it still did. Ridor had the fear of Snoke somehow returning ever since he had killed him. But deep down Ridor knew that Snoke could never return, physically, that is. Ridor grasped the fallen Evandor Snoke's weapon into his hand. Ridor's mind became clouded, his vision darkened.
"Apprentice…"
"No… you are dead, Snoke."
"My Spirit is still alive, apprentice."
"How… are you… speaking… to me?"
Ridor began to tremble in fear.
"One of my old masters taught me an ancient mystery, apprentice."
"Your master?"
"One of the most powerful Sith lords to ever live: Master Tor Valum."
"So… you truly… are an… ancient… sith…"
"Not just an ancient sith, apprentice, but the very founder of the Jedi Order."
"NO!" Ridor screamed as let go of Snoke's lightsaber.
Ridor back away and stumbled to the ground, heavily panting as he did so.
"Impossible!" He shouted to himself.
Snoke was more than Ridor could have ever imagined. Snoke was the start of the greatest threat to lord Ridor's reign. Snoke was, indeed, the Prime Jedi…
Two starfighters zoomed past the roaring waves of Ahch-To. The pilots flew their starfighters across the many green, luscious islands scattered about the planet. Soon, they had approached one of the larger islands, which came off unique to a large amount of debris resting upon it.
"Land here." Said the female pilot.
"Roger that." Replied the male pilot.
The two starfighters landed upon the island's surface. The two starfighters were the TIE Hero, a silver modified TIE Interceptor, and the TIE Devotion, a uniquely designed black and red TIE model with elongated, slim wing designs. The male pilot exited from the TIE Hero, his purple robes with gold trim signifying his importance. Out from the TIE Devotion exited the female pilot wearing an all-black outfit. Her long, beautiful black hair flurrying in the cool wind. These pilots were none other than Darth Bayani and Darth Sorella, otherwise known as Varr Dynal and Adrianna Skywalker.
"So, this is the island?" Asked Varr, looking throughout the island.
"Indeed. This is supposedly where the Jedi Order was founded." Replied Adrianna.
"Who founded it?"
"He is only known as the Prime Jedi. He is said to have mastered the balancing of the Force."
"So he left his order, I assume?"
"That's my best guess."
Varr was astonished by learning more and more lore about the Jedi Order.
"Let's get to the top." Said Adrianna with a smirk.
"Alright." Replied Varr.
Darth Bayani and Darth Sorella climbed up the peak of the island as the sea roared around them.
"How's it going down there?!" Shouted Adrianna, who was climbing up above Varr.
A large, native bird to the island flew past Varr.
"OH, MY-" Varr lost his grip a bit.
"Come on! We're almost there!" Adrianna shouted once again.
"Sheesh…" Mumbled the distressed Varr.
In approximately two minutes, Darth Bayani and Darth Sorella had arrived at the island's highest point.
"Here we are." Said Adrianna, looking over the near ancient debris.
"What in the blast happened here?" Asked Varr.
"Legend states that the Jedi themselves destroyed the temple."
"I don't buy it."
The two Sith apprentices started rustling through the ashy debris, searching for valuable items.
"I assume Ridor wants whatever we find, right?" Asked Varr, looking up at Adrianna.
"He'll let me keep a trinket for myself." Replied Adrianna playfully.
"Yeah, and none for me, probably."
Varr went back to his search. As he kept searching, his hand brushed over something that caught his attention.
"Hey! What's this over here!" He shouted.
Adrianna hurried over beside Varr. Once he had lifted his hands, they both looked upon an ancient, small golden statue.
"Who's that supposed to be?" Asked Adrianna.
The statue was of a man in robes, holding what seemed to be a lightsaber. It was obvious that man's hair had been polished exceedingly.
"How old do you think this trinket is?" Questioned Varr.
"It could be well over six-thousand years old at the most." Adrianna replied, "And that's no trinket, that statue could be worth millions of credits for all we know."
"Did you find anything interesting?" Asked Varr as he slid the small statue into his satchel.
"Oh, just this little old thing here." She replied.
Varr took the small key from Adrianna's hold.
"Where do you think we could use this old key?" Varr asked.
"I have an idea." Adrianna replied.
The two walked down a slope towards in old village-like area, where life used to go about peacefully.
"This place has always attracted me." Said Adrianna calmly.
"What happened to this place?" Asked Varr.
"I have no clue." She replied.
Adrianna led Varr over to an old, broken-down shack. She picked up a wooden chest with metal trim, and she held it in front of Varr's broad chest. Varr pushed the key into the keyhole, and he motioned it to the side, unlocking the rather small chest. He lifted the lid opened, and what he set his eyes on was quite shocking. Varr pulled out an old lightsaber hilt, which appeared to be surprisingly clean and polished.
"Grandfather…" Adrianna whispered.
"This belonged to Luke Skywalker?" Varr asked, still stunned by his find.
"Yes… it did." Replied Adrianna silently.
Varr activated the weapon, and out came the green blade.
"I've never seen a green lightsaber blade before…" Mumbled Varr.
"Really?" Adrianna asked, quite surprised by what Varr had just told her.
"I've only seen blue and red shades." Replied Varr.
Varr deactivated the weapon and handed it over in Adrianna's direction. Adrianna slid her black-gloved hand around the lightsaber hilt.
"I believe this should belong to you. The trinket that you were talking about, the one that Ridor would hypothetically let you keep." Suggested Varr.
"No… you keep it…" She murmured.
"What? Why?"
"Well… if we ever decide to leave the Third Order, you can't continue using a lightsaber that had once belonged to Snoke."
"Leave the Third order?"
"That's my desire. For me, and you."
Varr latched the lightsaber hilt onto his belt, the opposite side of which his other lightsaber hilt (the one with the red blade, which he had crafted as a Sith) had been resting. Adrianna grasped Varr's broad shoulders, causing Varr to put his palms on Adrianna's face.
"No… no… why would you want to leave the Third Order?" Questioned Varr, staring into Adrianna's dazzling green eyes.
"We could run off, start a family… here! On Ahch-To!"
"I don't know…"
Adrianna backed away from Varr, glancing over at the island's beautiful scenery.
"I can already picture our wedding…" She said with her low tone, the that Varr had always loved.
"You're thinking along way ahead, my lady." Said Varr with a chuckle in his voice.
"Maybe… maybe so…" Adrianna spun around in Varr's direction, "But maybe, just maybe, it doesn't have to be that way!"
Varr chuckled once again as he walked over to Adrianna.
"Ridor needs us… the Galaxy needs us, Adrianna. You know that, don't you?" Varr said reluctantly.
"You can be so hard to convince sometimes, you know that, don't you?" She replied sarcastically.
"Adrianna…" Uttered Varr as his lover walked off.
"I remember him, that old scavenger…"
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