Bespin, Cloud City - 89 ABY

The room was dark. Cold. Empty. Rowan's glowing blue eyes landed upon the mysterious glass cabinet of an old, chipped lightsabre. He walked along the path, knowing fully he had no control over his body. This mysterious power had just suddenly overtaken him, his emotions, mind and all. After a few steps he made it to the glass cabinet, and out of the blue, Rowan lifted his right hand over the glass box. The case started to vibrate and rattle. The wobbling started to become more intense, and in an instant, Rowan clenched his hand tightly and the glass case in front of him exploded into miniature, jarring shards. The handle of the lightsabre levitated through thin air into that same right hand he used to break the glass with. He clutches the lightsabre in his hand and out of nowhere, a massive ray of light pierced through the sky of cloud city.

"Find us, before its too late…"

Multiple voices. Male and Female. Multiple languages. Six different names. Six different locations

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Intergalactic Command Defence Training Station - Current Time

"Always remember who you are…" A mysterious voice called out.

"What do I have to remember? Who are you…" The main claiming himself to be Redstar 1 responds.

"Find the others. Find the Kybermaster." The mysterious voice continued. "You will know once you feel their presence."

Memories of a past life had started to rush through the mind of the man, implanting them, as if they were his own memories.

"Remember the Force. Remember what you are here for." The voice continued as a figure slowly started to form into a shape. It was too bright to see who really was trying to communicate to him.

"You are The Crusader. You are Rinaer of the Monarchs…."

The man gasped in shock as he opened his eyes, breathing heavily as if he had just woke up from a nightmare.

"Hey! Arlan! Return to the docks! Why are you not responding?" Bluecomet 1 had been blurting over the coms as if he was panicking over the sudden halt.

"Ah, right sorry about that… I'm heading straight there now." Redstar 1 replied, contemplating on what he had experienced just then. He then piloted his tie-fighter towards the space station into a huge docking area where he parked the black, slightly scratched tie-fighter. The glass door opened in front, and the man sitting in the pilot's seat jumped out. of the cockpit

"What the hell was that Arlan?" Shouted the man running towards him. That was Bluecomet 1, Dannen Revan. He was Redstar 1's Childhood friend, who was always constantly worrying about something, most of the time it was him doing reckless stuff again.

Arlan Hawkes. Since his parents have been working in the Intergalactic Command Defence Army for most of their lives, he wanted to follow in their footsteps as a pilot. As a tall, laidback and reckless human in his early twenties, he has managed to earn the position as the leader for his team, under the codename Redstar 1, and has earned many achievements during his 8 years of piloting. He was gifted with blonde hair and blue eyes from his parents, but his personality was passed down from his grandfather.

"Excuse me guys, but I'm going to hit the showers." Arlan shoved past the small crowd of people, trying to avoid eye contact. Sprint walking down the halls, trying to reach his dorm.

What the in the galaxy was that? Whatever it was, for some reason, I know everything, and to think this is weirder, but somehow, I know what I have to do...

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Bespin, Cloud City - Current time

Rowan's eyes started fading into his deep muddy-brown colour, slowly being able to control his body again.

I am the kybermaster. He thought to himself in a strong and confident tone. His mind was flushed with new thoughts and memories of a previous life that he had lived through. Something that he was a part of, well, used to.

Suddenly the sound of alarms went off. The black, dark room as flashing from bright red to dark grey as the heavy siren wailed off throughout the whole building. Rowan turned to look back towards the passage that had still been left open. He began running towards the entrance, making his way back into the exhibition.

The entire building is under lockdown! That probably meant the platform is going to be offline... The stairs. There has to be stairs. Upon running around the walls of the exhibition, Rowan conveniently found the door that led to the emergency staircase. He opened the door without hesitation and busted down the seventy or so flights of stairs of the ridiculously tall building.

The exit to the door of the staircase had led him straight outside, behind of the museum that is. Rowan opened the metal door at the back of the building to be hit with an aura, the feeling of sudden death. The mistress was standing in front of him, hands on her hips. Rowan looked up to see her face, but could only take a glimpse for how terrifying it was indeed.

He slipped the sabre into his pants behind him, trying to make it look obvious that he 'stole' something, especially a lightsabre out of all things!

"It's not what you think!" Rowan exclaimed out of panic.

"You really are a good student Rowan," The mistress paused to look over at Burin, who had his chubby arms crossed in front of him, "But I seem that it is what I think!" She continued, turning her attention towards him again. The slow, sort of comforting words started speeding up into a mushy sentence of anger and rage. Aquila ran in sight of Rowan's view, breathing heavily as if she was rushing to see him. Her glance made Rowan feel like he had let his friend down. His only friend. The feeling made his mixed emotions even more bundled with hopelessness and regret. He closed eyes, trying to let his thoughts pass over like waiting for a storm to end.

He paused. Rowan slowly lifted his head, making direct eye contact with hers.

"I'm not the person who caused this mayhem." He started, breaking the rage as if he was breaking the ice. The mistress's eyes had faded into space as if she was in some kind of trance.

"There is no need for any punishments whatsoever." He continued.

Her pale face became paler as she struggled to pull out a word from her mouth. Out of the blue, her blank face suddenly sprung into a cheerful, sorrowful tone, and the audience hanging in the background gasped in shock.

"Of course you didn't do it!" She starts, scratching the back of her head, "There will be no punishments whatsoever!" A small smile grew in her wrinkly face as she let Rowan walked past her.

Everyone stared at him as he walked past her. It's like he forced her to say that. Rowan continued to walk through the crowd, shoving his hands through his pockets like if he was some sort of gangster.

Tatiana, the fancy tour guide, abruptly appeared around a corner, walking straight towards the mistress who was still standing at the escape door.

"Ah! Tatiana, what brings you here?" She exclaimed again with that same bright cheerful smile she gave to Rowan.

"It seems like the museum is under lockdown, so unfortunately the museum has to be closed to all public… including this tour, I'm afraid." She clenched her hands together to show the mistress and the people around her that she was deeply and truly sorry.

"I'm really sorry to hear that," The Mistress spoke in a, surprisingly, sad tone, "But I think that all the kids here have had a great experience just from that tour!" She continued as the sad washed away into happy and cheerful again.

"Thank you. Again, really sorry about the tour, but I really need to hurry back." Tatiana said, cutting of the conversation. She ran around the corner, completely disappearing in sight.

All the students ran onto the transport vehicle. Aquila who was standing next to Rowan was completely shocked at what she had just saw ten minutes ago. They walked onto the bus together and sat in the same seats had were sitting in before. Near the back, away from society. Rowan pulled out a holoscript, and started reading the story that had been recorded on it. Aquila couldn't stop glancing at Rowan.

Rowan...