I DO NOT OWN STAR WARS. ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO GEORGE LUCAS AND J.J. ADAMS. I'VE WANTED TO DO A STAR WARS STORY FOR A WHILE, BUT TOO MANY PEOPLE HAVE MADE ME FEEL LIKE MY IDEAS WERE NO GOOD. I WILL WRITE THEM ANYWAY!

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

STAR WARS!

The Galaxy is once again in a state of turmoil. The war between the Galactic Empire and the brave Rebellion has given way to a new war between the cruel First Order and the small but brave Resistance. Supreme Leader Snoke is Hellbent on destroying General Leia Organa-Solo and her rag tag band of freedom fighters. Meanwhile Rey, a young Jedi in training must pit herself against the Sith lord Kylo Ren. As the war for the heart of the galaxy rages on, beings from every system and beyond find themselves drawn into the fight...

Rockford, Illinois. January 21, 2020.

Jesse laid on his twin sized bed and listened to the torrent of rain pour down on his campus apartment. The lamp on his bed revealed his features to the barely lit room. Jesse had a short head of light brown hair with a nice set of blue eyes and slight stubble on his chin. He was about 5'7 and white skin covered his lanky body. It was going hard and it sounds like the structure was being pelted with bullets as opposed to raindrops. The noise made it hard to rest and that was a shame because Jesse needed to rest after the day he'd had. There had been a huge test in his statistics class that he had forgotten to study for and as a result, Jesse had failed with flying colors. The worst part was that his professor had chewed him out in front of the class for not bringing his textbook.

"Mr. Ayers, can you please tell the class why you are such a slacker?" He asked.

"I'm sorry Dr. Williams , I had a busy weekend and I lost track of time." Jesse replied sheepishly.

"And apparently you have lost track of your book as well, does this class even matter to you?"

"I'm sorry, OK. I couldn't find it when I left today."

"Look Jesse, I can come to accept that you are lazy beyond belief, but is it too much to ask for you to bring your damn book?" Dr. Williams spat as Jesse was utterly embarrassed.

The rest of the day didn't go that well either. Normally, his advanced mechanics class was his best one. However, he had been assigned to a independent project and the instructor hadn't thought highly of it.

"What is this trite?" The professor asked Jesse once the class had been let out.

"It's my paper on the theory of light-speed travel." Jesse said humbly.

"When I said to do an independent project, I expected you to at least have some grounding in reality. This is ludicrous!"

"It could be possible with more advanced technology..." Jesse started to explain before he was cut off.

"No, it is not possible." The professor rebuked. "You need to keep your feet on the ground and get your damn head out of the clouds or you will never go anywhere in this life. You're dismissed!" Jesse groaned as he snatched the paper from his hands and exited the room.

The last disappointment that Mr. Ayers would suffer took place at his job. He was an floor worker at an aviation parts factory. He had worked there since his senior year of high school and recently he'd had his eye on getting a promotion. On that night, he was going through his shift until his boss, whose name was Tyler, addressed the floor.

"Attention everyone!" Tyler announced. "I want to congratulate our new foreman: Nolan Buhrman!" Jesse was stunned as Nolan had only started working at the plant about 5 months ago. After his shift was over, Jesse went into Tyler's office.

"Excuse me Tyler, why did Nolan get the promotion?" He inquired.

"Because he's got the skills for the job." Tyler answered.

"i've been here 5 years, he's been here 5 months!" Jesse exclaimed. "I've had so many ideas for this company and you couldn't care less!"

"Look Jesse, the reason you didn't get the job and you never will... is the same reason that you're not going to be some kind of NASA expert: You're ideas are just...bland and boring." Tyler explained. "You've been here 5 years man...you peaked. You talk a big game and that can be fun sometimes and you're pretty funny around the floor. That's all you are though, just talk. So you might as well face it, you're never really going to get any bigger than this."

"Oh." Jesse said as his heart sank.

"Your problem is that you expect someone to hand you an opportunity on a silver platter and that's not how the real world works."

"Of course, what was I thinking?" Jesse shot back.

"These talks, this is the worst part about being a boss." Tyler lamented. "Anyway, be in tomorrow at 7:00 AM."

Now Jesse Ayers laid back in his bed feeling sorry for himself. This was his life. No action, no adventure, no smoking hot chicks. Just him with nowhere to go; working, living, and dying. He felt like a paperweight. It had a purpose, but it didn't go anywhere. It's not remembered, it doesn't make an impact. No one talks about a paperweight they used 20 years from now. No one mentions a paperweight in their award acceptance speech. It's there to do a mundane task and then it's discarded. Jesse feared that his life was the same way.

WILL JESSE GET HIS LUCKY BREAK? REVIEWS NEEDED AND APPRECIATED. I PROMISE, THE STAR WARS STUFF STARTS IN THE NEXT CHAPTER.