Star Wars: A History of Heroes
Author's note:
This story is based on the history of star wars in my mind. This is about what happened since the republic found the sith on Korriban, to when the jedi drive the sith out of the known space. I will have more stories about different events in the Star Wars past, too. Keep updated and watch for new chapters!
Chapter 1
A Threat is Discovered
75,000 years after the republic formed, Jacob Grey and Fantha Boouh, two republic soldiers, were exploring space. The republic was now ruling known space. Every planet was under it's control. The republic ruled well, and did good for the people of the Vordarian Belt Galaxy. The galaxy was peaceful. Everyone obeyed the republic.
The republic solved problems all over the galaxy and enforced laws. No one hated it.
Jacob stared in wonder at all of the stars around him. He new every one, even set foot on every one, but was still always amazed to see these heavenly bodies. As a kid, Jacob new he wanted to be a republic soldier. He was always smart and creative, though physically weak. But his skills with a blaster pistol never failed; he had close to perfect aim. But, of course, he didn't get many chances to use it, for the galaxy was peaceful. He only needed it for very dangerous criminals, but never in a war. There were no wars as long as the galaxy could remember. But, of course, people didn't always write down history.
Jacob dreamed of war; he wanted to taste it for himself. Not only fight, but be a hero. Peace wasn't always good. Without conflict, there can be no heroes. Jacob didn't seem violent, but in his heart, he wanted thunder. Jacob looked at the clock. They were a long way from any planets. It's been a while since they left Dantooine. Jacob was bored. He scratched his green head and pushed the head tails on it's back. Jacob was proud of his head tails. He was proud to be a twi'lek. He felt powerful over people. Probably because he was the only Twi'lek in his town; he lived on Manaan, which was filled with the water-loving selkath and the pinkish peach skinned humans. They seemed odd to him.
Jacob became aware of the silence and looked at Fantha. He was asleep. Typical of him, he spends the whole day working out. He wants to be in shape so he can attract the female of his species; Jacob was confused by this because he didn't see how anyone can like a giant tuba-faced beady eyed rat like him. Out of many species, rodians were the strangest to him. Fantha was also smart. He was also strong. He just had no common sense. This was annoying when Jacob told him to throw something out and Fantha took it, stared at it, looked around, stared at Jacob with his beady eyes, and asked "Where should I put this?"
"Gee, try the trash can maybe?" Jacob would reply. Other than that, though, Jacob liked Fantha. He was kind-hearted.
Jacob sat back to relax. All he could do, since there were no wars to fight and no criminals to catch, was explore space, to add more to the maps of known space. Jacob and Fantha never found one single planet that was never discovered before. That's why Jacob saw something on his radar screen that was not on his map screen. At first he though it was a mistake.
"Hey, hey!" He elbowed Fantha in the side."Look. What planet is that? For some reason it's not on our map."
Fantha abruptly awoke. He looked at the planet. "Don't know. Can't be new though. Just go past it."
"No, first I'll check the archives." In a few buttons, a large map screen was brought up. Jacob checked his coordinates on his screen and entered a search for them in the archives. The computer beeped and whirred. A minute later, a screen came up with red letters spelling out 'SEARCH FAILED.' Jacob grinned and looked at Fantha. "Time to add a new planet to the rule of the Republic." Fantha grinned back. He steered the ship straight into the atmosphere of the planet. The planet was rocky and sandy. Life wasn't obvious at first. About an hour into the exploration, Jacob tapped the again sleeping Fantha and pointed, too astonished to speak. Before their eyes were vast tombs, bigger than anything they've ever seen. Jacob knew immediately that this species is primitive. Jacob and Fantha kept flying until life was finally spotted.
"Land here." Jacob's imperative voice was certain. Jacob had fear in his eyes of what these natives were like, but he obeyed Jacob's command.
The ship landed gracefully. The natives seemed amazed at the ship. It wasn't a special ship, just a small two person republic ship. Even so, the natives watched in wonder.
Finally came the thunder. The natives foreign shouts of anger came like a hammer. Some took out swords. A few of these natives jumped on the ship, cutting it with their weapons.
Jacob grabbed his blaster. "Fantha, energy shields, now!"
"Yeah, got them." Fantha moved swiftly and quickly. He ran to the back of the ship to a storage locker. He flipped it opened and grabbed a couple shields. By the time he tossed it to Jacob, the natives were inside. Luckily, the small ship was just big enough for blaster combat. There was an archway separating the cockpit to the rest of the ship. Fantha and Jacob used this as cover. The shields switched on and the natives charged. Jacob and Fantha shot them down easily before they reached them. Jacob observed that the natives had barely any technology. They charged angrily. but were blown back before they came within striking distance. Jacob knew he would win this fight easily.
"These natives are unusually hostile," he shouted over the fire. Fantha replied with an agreeing nod.
"They have anger issues, indeed," he said.
It was only a few minutes into the fight and the two republic soldiers killed many natives, without being touched. Jacob looked around at the corpses. He came peacefully, but didn't receive peace in return. He tried to hope that not all of these natives were like this.
Suddenly the natives stopped. They stood still. Jacob and Fantha stared and stepped out of the archway. They both raised their guns above their heads.
"Better put these down," Jacob suggested.
"Yeah, I guess," Fantha replied. They both slowly put their guns on the floor. The natives didn't move. They just stared. Their eyes were yellow and seemed filled with anger. They looked like humans. Only, in some ways, different.
Their faces were pale and scarred. They gave out an aura of anger and evil. Jacob had a strange feeling. He felt like they were being controlled. Or possessed. Or consumed.
Their gazes were cold. Each soul seemed to cry out in anger and pain. They were definitely not normal. They were not human. They were something else. Something darker.
Finally, the natives moved aside to give room in the entrance.
"Maybe they'll let us out!" Fantha was hopeful.
A second later, a man stepped through the doorway. He was different from the rest. Everyone wore a black and gray robe, with their hood up. This man wore a heavy black cloak. His hood was hiding his face. He gave off the same aura, only darker.
When everyone bowed, Jacob noticed he was their leader. He moved slowly. His presence brought fear into Jacob's heart. He shivered. Something was in this room, stronger than a human. Something invisible. It was as if it had always been there, just not this strong and not this evil.
The leader stopped and looked at Jacob and Fantha. His hand slowly moved to his hood. The hood came down slower than a feather in a breeze.
The man was dead. Or at least is seemed so. His face was almost completely scarred up. He wasn't pale, he was as white as a ghost. His eyes were yellow and piercing. Whatever was consuming the others was stronger in him.
His hand shot suddenly forward. He didn't move it, he just stood.
Suddenly, Fantha grabbed his neck. He was choking. It was as if someone was right in front of him, choking him. His feet rose from the floor. He was being lifted. Then Jacob felt it too. It was like a cold hand, strangling him. He rose from the ground, fear in his eyes. He looked at the strange man. He was laughing. He seemed to be enjoying their pain, like it was feeding him. He crackled. The strange world faded to black as Jacob became unconscious.
