Hello! Servant of the Flame here. You're probably wondering what in God's name am I doing. I should be working on my Destiny story but suddenly, the unexpected happened. I was searching through my old notes on Star Wars story ideas and I ended up looking through all my other notes and this came to mind. I literally started working on it yesterday and I'm publishing it today. Now, I know that the white power of the lanterns is basically unlimited and extremely powerful, it being life and all that, but... I have a way to balance that.

I think the word count of the chapters of this story will turn out to be shorter than that of my Destiny story but we'll see.

Now, let's get started. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Star Wars The Old Republic is property of Bioware and all lantern elements belong to DC Comics. All rights go to their respective owners.

Prologue - Part 1

War was brewing. Untold millennium of conflicts raged across the galaxy since its beginning. Forces of light and dark sought domination over one another. Peace, chaos, freedom, tyranny, love, hate, fear, courage. It revolved around these things. They fought for them, they died for them. They had done so before and they will continue to do so. The Force knows this.

The Force. Power. It was power. A part of all living beings, an entity of mystery that none could hope to fully understand. And with it, came the aspects that revolved around powerful orders.

The Jedi. Compassionate, selfless, self-knowledgeable, enlightening, healing, merciful and benevolent. This is the Light Side, to serve others before oneself.

The Sith. Hateful, fearless, covetous, aggressive, jealous and malevolent. The Dark Side. To take for oneself and become free from the oppression of the world around them.

The Force knows this, the Force wills it. Nothing happens without the knowledge of the Force, without its very will. Jedi seek to utilize it as a companion, Sith seek to wield it for themselves, but the Force demands balance and all is as the Force wills it.

… Until now.

There, in the edge of the galaxy. Something moves with a purpose, something powerful. The Force did not will this, the Force does not control this. The Force tried to but could not do so. It cannot stop it. It has no influence over it.

What is this, that the Force itself cannot control?

All in this galaxy is a part of it, influenced by it, molded by it. Nothing is apart from it, unless… it does not hail from this galaxy.

… Why is it here?

Deep in space, in the lost regions of the Galaxy, power moved with a purpose.

A white ring travels, searching for its wielder. It has searched light years and it will continue searching.

It carries power, power without equal, power with no rival. It never stops searching.

What are you?

The ring stops. It hears whispers here and there, everywhere and nowhere. A great power calls to it.

What are you?

The whispers return, a melody of nothingness, asking yet demanding, chaotic yet peaceful, soft yet powerful. It was the very life that drove this galaxy. The ring understood and shone with its unrivaled power.

"We are the White Light. We are Life." It responded.

What is the White?

Doubt and mistrust are given, confused whispers in their wake. It felt the ring's power but it knew it not.

"We are the White Light. We are Life." The ring repeated. It then shone even brighter, its warmth encompassing the nearby cosmos.

"All living things create the White Light and all living things come from the White Light. We have existed since the birth of time. As long as there is life, there is the White Light." It explained. "There is power of life and power of death. There is balance, light and darkness, life and death. We are defenders of this balance. We are defenders of life."

The ring recognized the Force. The Force understood the ring. The ring shone with intention. The ring sought permission. The Force granted it. A consensus was reached and knowledge was given.

"The Emotional Spectrum. The Lantern Corps."

The Force

"Green. Willpower."

The Light Side

"Yellow. Fear."

The Dark Side

"Blue. Hope."

The Jedi

"Red. Rage."

The Sith

"Indigo. Compassion."

The Republic

"Orange. Avarice."

The Empire

"Violet. Love."

Peace

"Black. Death."

War

"White. Life."

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Balance in the Force

"Balance in Life."

History was forever changed. Harmony between two universal powers was found, knowledge of their very beings given in good faith. The Force was content with its agreement with the ring and the ring was thankful for the permission of the Force. And so, the ring went on, travelling through the cosmos, searching for a worthy wielder to bring into the fold and provid-.

The presence of Death.

The ring stopped, sensing it. Lives were being lost. Tens of thousands were dying. The ring felt the dark power brought forth by the evils of tyrant men. It was told by the Force; it was meant to happen. The ring glowed bright and changed its course towards the place filled with death, travelling at speeds that shouldn't be possible. A wormhole of pure white opened before it and the ring flew through, travelling half the galaxy in mere seconds.

The Force watched it go and for the first time in its existence, it knew not what the future held for the galaxy. Everything was about to change.

Coruscant, 0 BTC

Coruscant was burning. Through an act of treachery, the Sith Empire had launched a massive surprise attack on the unsuspecting world. They had invited the Republic to sign a peace treaty on Alderaan, to end the war that had claimed countless lives on both sides. The Sith Empire did intend on signing the treaty, only on their terms. And with the Senate held hostage and the Jedi Temple razed to the ground alongside its brave defenders, the Republic will have no choice but to sign the treaty. That was the plan. A plan that was coming along perfectly.

Darth Malgus took his blade out of the body of Ven Zallow, the famed Jedi Master falling onto his knees and then to the ground, dead. Fitting that he should see his precious Republic burn in his final moments, pitiful as they were.

Looking around, Malgus was pleased so far with the outcome of the battle. They had caught their enemies completely unaware. Should the attack continue as planned, victory shall belong to the Sith.

Turning back to exit the Jedi Temple, Malgus paused when he felt an invisible tug on his very soul. Momentarily confused, the Sith Lord submerged himself in the Dark Side. He was no acolyte, unsure of the happenings that occurred to their kind. He knew the calling of the Force when it was given and it was telling him to return to the halls of the Temple. Not for a second doubting that victory would be taken from them, Malgus went deeper inside where the fighting had died down considerably. The onslaught of Sith, soldiers and Mandalorians were taking care of the last of the Temple's defenders. Malgus then noticed with contempt that his hated rival Adraas was walking towards him.

"So, you have felt it too." Lord Adraas spoke with the smug arrogance that could only be found in a Sith. A small number of surviving Sith warriors accompanied him.

"If you refer to the calling, Adraas, then yes. I have" Malgus narrowed his eyes at Adraas who was about to speak again before he froze. Malgus also froze. They both felt it. The power, right behind them.

Whirling around, Malgus saw a white ring, floating in the air.

Normally, he wouldn't be one to be taken by surprise but the power that the ring released in waves, it was just mighty. Malgus now understood why the Force called to him. To witness this strange ring. He had never felt power like it before.

Malgus's eyes narrowed as the ring suddenly scanned the body of Zallow, its white beam covering him from head to toe. From the corner of his eye, he noticed Adraas had become unusually quiet, watching the ring with intense focus.

The ring seemed to had finished its scan before it turned to Malgus's direction. If he didn't know better, Malgus could swear the ring was looking at him. He watched as the ring approached him and just as it got close, the ring turned and proceeded further inside. Dumbfounded at what just happened, Malgus watched in disbelief as the ring not only dismissed him entirely but also, Adraas and the other Sith warriors.

"What is that?" An unnamed Sith asked, its confusion shared by his fellow warriors. This is what the Force wanted them to see, a flying ring?

Malgus was deep in thought. Something wasn't right. The power he felt, it didn't feel like the Force, light or dark. If it wasn't for its power, he wouldn't know the ring was there at all. The Force brought him here to witness it, a riddle with no apparent answer.

His eyes narrowed as he notices the ring going further inside, scanning the bodies that littered the floor. That's when Malgus noticed a specific detail. Everyone it was scanning, either the bodies or living combatants, they were all Jedi. It ignored the Sith entirely.

Having enough, Malgus used the Force to bring the ring to him. Angry at been dismissed so casually for the Jedi, Malgus also was not going to let something this powerful fall in the hands of their enemies. He expected the ring to come flying to him violently, to literally hold its power in the palm of his hand. Instead, he was shocked when the ring didn't do so.

The power intensified as the ring, oh so slowly, proceeded to look back to him. Malgus, Adraas, and all the other Sith with him tensed as the ring began to glow. It shone brighter and brighter before a powerful explosion of white energy burst out in all directions. Malgus called on the Dark Side to bring up a Force shield alongside the other warriors. To Malgus's shock and slight fear, the blast went right through the shield and knocked down every Sith close to it.

Everything stopped. The Sith, the Jedi, the soldiers and Mandalorians. Everyone was utterly shocked at what just transpired. Slowly and painfully, Malgus and the rest of the Sith rose to their feet only to freeze as the ring suddenly appeared before Malgus.

It floated at eye level and before anyone could do anything, it spoke in a synthesized, powerful voice that echoed throughout the halls of the Temple.

"Darth Malgus of the Sith Empire" The ring radiated with power that almost brought him to his knees. "You are not worthy." It proclaimed.

With those final words, the ring flew out of the Jedi Temple and into the nearby city, disappearing from sight.

Back in the Temple, Malgus was seething with rage. The dismissal in favor of the Jedi and the humiliation of been brought down by a mere object, in front of his enemies no less, fueled his anger. It only grew when Adraas laughed in mocking fashion.

"Well, well, well." Adraas started, seeing Malgus look at him with a dangerous glint in his eyes. "It seems the mighty Darth Malgus is not worthy of p-!" He ducked as a green lightsaber went to detach his head. He quickly dispatched the Jedi as Malgus noticed the remaining ones had apparently gained some misplaced hope that victory could still be theirs. Malgus would prove them wrong. Calling onto his anger, Malgus walked forward to deal with the last stragglers in their final desperate attempt of a counterattack. He would teach these Jedi what happened just now would change nothing. The Sith will win this day.

The fight went on in the Jedi Temple and the remaining Jedi were struck down as they valiantly tried to hold the line but victory belonged to the Sith that day. The Republic and its Jedi were soundly defeated, its Chancellor killed, the Senate was taken hostage, and the Treaty of Coruscant would be signed in unfavorable terms.

But in the midst of the slaughter, a white light shined bright. One day, its power would bring hope and salvation for many. But for now, it searches.

It scanned the living and dead, to seek someone worthy. It saw the destruction all around it but it did not interfere. This was meant to happen, the forces that serve darkness must win for balance to be restored in time. The ring will not interfere, such was the agreement. It would honor it.

And so, the ring continued searching. It never stopped searching.

That's it for now. I have another part for the prologue and then we can get into the actual story. Until next time!

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Servant of the Flame out.