Warning! Please read to understand the story. In my universe, Togrutas are dark skinned warriors with pointed ears that can hear miles away. Their teeth are naturally sharp and razor-like. Their hair is two colors, white and a brilliant color, usually in an assortment of braids. Their nails are used like claws. All of their senses are higher than that of an average human's. Their eyes are sometimes cat-like, but only when mad. They are mostly carnivores and can grow to be 6ft 5in at the age of 14. Their facial markings are natural, never the same as another's. They are very social. They are also kind of rare in the galaxy. Just FYI...
Luke's POV
Ben Kenobi's ghost said to go to a planet called Euridius Primus to complete my training. He said that a 'Grey Order' will find me.I thought of this as I entered hyperspeed.
Euridius Primus was on the outskirts of the Outer Rim and not well known. I exit hyperspace to see a planet that radiates with the Force. The planet itself is filled with grass, trees and wildflowers.
I set my x-wing in a pasture surrounded by illuminating butterflies and tall reeds. R2 and I work on repairs for hours. A convor of sorts land in front of me. It seemed to study me.
After a while, it flew away like it was in a hurry, into the reeds. Four days later, it came back. Suddenly the butterflies swarmed the camp and made it impossible to see. I heard a voice that said "Use the force to see".
I obliged and the butterflies lifted to reveal a grey cloaked figure lounging on my boxes, staff in hand.
The figure had a mask covering their whole face, the eye lenses glowed white. The purest Force signature rolled off them in soothing waves, calming me from their sudden appearance.
Behind them was another figure dressed the exact same way. I look around to see 7 more grey covered figures surrounding my camp.
They, in synchronized perfection, pulled down their cloaks to reveal a male human, a female Tholothian, a male Ithorian, a female Rodian, a male Nautolan, a male Wookie, a female Mirialan, and a female Dathomirian. The last two were much older. They all have a look of distrust on their faces.
The convor from before flew past my head and landed in the lounging figure's lap.
"Are...are you the Grey Order?''
The human quickly responded with, "Who's asking?"
"My name is Luke... Luke Skywalker"
The Human's POV
My eyes widened at the name.
Skywalker. A name unheard for most, but not us.
Another name pops up in my mind, Anakin Skywalker, the Hero with No Fear. I remember that fateful day like it was yesterday.
I look at my fellow peers to see that they, too, recognize the surname.
I look at the Grandmaster. Her stance changes only a little. Her head is up higher, back ramrod straight. Her force signature now radiates grief and a little hatred.
I understand why.
I catch Luke noticing the changes.
"I was sent here by Ben Kenobi. Er, Obi-wan Kenobi. To complete my training," he tells the Grandmaster, sounding a little confused.
"If I may ask, who are you guys?"
The Grandmaster stands up and strides towards him, Morai on her arm.
