A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away…
After years of peace, a new threat seemingly looms in the shroud of darkness that surrounds the NEW REPUBLIC.
Rumors of a phantom faction known only as the "ULTIMATE EMPIRE" have spread across the galaxy, only to reveal a massive power that looks to conquer all free worlds.
Despite the size of their military, the Republic knows they cannot face them alone. A NEW HERO has taken on the task of gathering allies, in hopes that they'll be willing to assist in securing victory and freedom for the galaxy…
A man sat back in his pilot seat, watching the stars twinkle in and out. The only thing separating them was the metal of the ship and the glass of the cockpit. In his left hand was a small folder of papers. He began to contemplate his journey ahead.
He knew what he was doing seemed crazy. No sane person was willing to do it, but he had to try, or else the New Republic would have no chance against the new threat that was the Ultimate Empire.
He would be visiting three, well technically four, worlds. Each of them resided in far corners of the Unknown Regions, an area of space only few were willing to enter. And on those planets were powerful people, ones who could change the tide of the coming conflict.
With the help of a few sources, he had been able to keep up with the events on each of their worlds, as well as those who resided on them. He had compiled lists of names and powers of all who he seeked. Some of them were weird like "Kurosaki" and "Midoriya" while others, he had to admit, seemed pretty appealing like "Scarlet" and "Dragneel". He had even gathered some pictures of them in action.
The prospects were promising, but what really mattered was if they'd be willing to help. He had found connections between the supposed leaders of the Empire and the groups he'd be talking to. He'd hoped that would swing them in their favor, but that was all he could do. Hope.
But hope is what built the New Republic. It's what fueled the Resistance and start the Rebellion. It's what they used to keep going. Hope for a better future, hope for victory, hope for freedom. It's what would lead his journey.
Suddenly he heard a small growl from behind him, and saw a large creature covered in brown fur entering the cockpit, as well as a small robot that rolled in, it's body in the shape of a ball that allowed it to move while keeping its head in place.
"All ready, Chewie?" he asked the creature, which replied with a light roar. "How about you, BB-8?" He directed towards the robot, which responded with quick rolling movements and a series of beeps and boops.
"All right, let's go." He said as the creature took his seat in the cockpit. The furry beast began pushing and pulling multiple switches and pressing several buttons. The man punched in a set of coordinates on a navigation terminal. Sounds vibrated among the ship's corridors as the engines fired up.
The man then reached for two large levers that sat in front of him, while the creature grabbed the two on it's side. Together they pushed the four levers forward, causing the space outside their ship to begin to deform into thousands of small blue lines before accelerating at an incredible pace.
In a matter of seconds, the Millennium Falcon and it's crew had set off on their journey at the speed of light.