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POV: 3rd Person

"Master!"

"Don't care Anakin. You can't go and do things like that and not expect some type of consequence. You should know better than that," Obi-Wan Kenobi stated as he chastised his padawan. Leading the 16 young Anakin Skywalker towards the library as punishment for his illegal racing in the underbelly of Coruscant.

If the older man had been honest with the boy Anakin got off easy. Obi-wan was carrying most of the punishment for the young man as he had put it forward that he failed as the boys master. He would never tell Anakin but he did it because it felt that it was right to him to do s. Which resulted in Kenobi having the next week and a half slated for him to help with the Exploration Corps of the Order. Not exploring mind you, helping to fix their ships; a job Kenobi was completely unfamiliar with.

That sort of punishment would've been a vacation for the young Skywalker which was why he was given the Library as punishment. A punishment that would've been a vacation for the beleaguered Kenobi. As though he loved Anakin as a younger brother it also came with the fact that he was the older sibling. With a younger one that didn't understand 'no' or 'shouldn't' as words in his vocabulary. Leading to many debacles.

One such debacle happening a year ago when they were sent to check out a gambling racket on Alderaan. It landed Kenobi as a bet to be a Torgrutan pirates plaything for the night as Anakin had been on a cold streak. To which Anakin lost and forced Kenobi to spend a night witht the Togruta which ended up being a boon as she was the one in charge of the racket.

Several hours of fighting later and the police called Kenobi and Anakin walked out of there. Though Kenobi didn't have his robes anymore and was in only his underwear Anakin had a smile on his face and was laughing at Kenobi. Especially as the Torgrutan pirate shouted out that he should shave his beard and that she would be back for his 'booty'. Anakin couldn't and wouldn't stop laughing and though they succeeded in their goal the Council still came down hard on them for doing it in an unjedi-like manor. To which they both got somewhat rewarded; Kenobi to the Library and Anakin to the ships. The Council learned their lesson after that.

With thatt memory gone in their minds they arrived at the Library where Madam Jacosta was waiting for the young Skywalker. Handing him off Kenobi walked off and left him while he went to where the ships were.

"You are lucky Padawan; another one of your padawan's got in trouble last week and just finished their punishment today. Everything is in order within the library," a smile broke across Anakin's face at the news but was immediately dashed at the follow up. "So, instead of organizing the library you will sit at a terminal and I will set it to random. It will lock at the first page it results in and that is who you will write at least a three page paper on."

"Yes Madam Jacosta," Anakin sulked. Jacosta stifling a soft chuckle at his attitude before turning on her heel and motioning for him to follow her. He did so without question and found themselves in a secluded corner of the library. Jacosta loaded up the terminal and set him up at the research center of the Terminal.

"Just hit the Tab key when you wish for the randomization to begin. Be sure to remember who you get too. You will be researching them for the next two weeks; they are all pretty famous however. This should be interesting for you young Skywalker," and with that she walked off.

Anakin sighed and accepted his fait for the moment. The Library's system was beyond what he was capable of as a splicer at the moment and would probably always be. Put him in front of a derelict ship with a single toolbox and only broken parts for repairs he could make it work. Ask him to splice anything beyond a door nd it didn't compute with him at all. With that he hit the Tab key.

The screen of the Terminal vibrating for a moment before it the visual part of the screen began to spin. Didnt last long before it abruptly stopped on a screen for someone. Looking at the screen Anakin couldn't help but be confused as he looked at it. Most of the people that were on the database were people that he knew in some facet. From the best parts of the Order to the worst of the Sith. This person though was a complete unknown to him.

Name: Unknown; Alias: Watcher, The Watcher

Affiliation: their own, suspected former Sith Empire

Race: unknown; suspected similar race to Master Fay, not confirmed.

Age: Unknown

Abilities: master duellest and marksman, due to age and experience not ability. Any force sensitive within 100 feet will loose all ability to connect to the force.

Weapons: Known to have two red lightsabers and an assortment of blaster from pistols to Snipers. Mostly uses two Phrik axes as his weapons with a singular dagger as a backup.

Temperament: If left alone will leave others alone. Do not engage in a fight without sufficient backup; Spec ops groups or equivalent.

Relationships: Many, warrior races or cultures are most prevalent. Human, Togruta, Mirialan, Chiss, Miraluka and Cathar being the most common and in that order

NOTE: [REDACTED; COUNCIL APPROVAL ONLY]

Redacted: [REDACTED]

Now that last bit intrigued Anakin to no end; why would the Council need to approve that bit of information. Especially when it seemed that the note had something to do with the relationships that this 'Watcher' had. It did't make much sense to him as to why it would be redacted. It's not like discussing the relationship of someone in their files was important but then again why would it mention relationships at all? He concluded that there had to be more going on than what he knew.

He made it a note to ask some of the Masters when he had the opportunity. Normally Anakin wouldn't much care but the fact that it was redacted made him curious; especially seeing as the longer he read on this 'Watcher' file nothing was as it seemed. There was more hidden here than what was showed, he was sure of it. The masters might give him some answers but if it needed Council approval he doubted it; he was a padawan afterall. Either way, he kept reading.

Home Planet: unknown

First Official Sighting: 12057 BTC* Galactic standard year, Planet Corellia

Note: events suggest that 'Watcher' was around before then. Date specified above was when name was given to him. Watched a conflict on Corellia eventually giving Jedi Master Ranto and [Redacted] vital information to win the conflict.

Note 2: [REDACTED]

Note 3: Was sighted most recently during the Yinchorri conflict by Jedi Master Giiett before his death.

"Okay, what the Kriff," Anakin grunted as he looked at the file. "It's like this file was intentionally scrubbed. It doesn't make sense, not to mention the guy would be 15 and a half thousand years old. Most recently sighted a bare year before Nabboo too. "

Though that wasn't all that was on Anakin's mind. He didn't recognize the date specifically but he did remember that one of the greatest Jedi victories came about 200 years prior. The Sith had built a superweapon in a system now lost to space that was reportedly capable of taking out entire systems of all life. No one knew how but the Jedi decided it needed to be stopped. 2000 of some of the most combat oriented Jedi against 1100 Sith, both sides with troops.

No one, not a soul made it out of the system alive but the weapon was lost, along with the system and that was a victory in and of itself. A battle that was devastating to both side with almost a quarter of all Jedi dead afterwards along with a similar percentage of Sith lost. The actual percentage the Sith lost is unknown as the Sith never really kept track of their numbers or the Jedi didn't bother counting them out. Anakin didn't know or care so he kept reading.

Appearance: changes frequently. Caucasian, Roughly 6'2"

Note: exceptional at makeup and disguising himself.

Note 2: [REDACTED]

"I need to ask Master about this guy. Hopefully he'll be able to shed some more light on it than this. Let's see though, what to start on for this guy?... Why not," Anakin shrugged as he selected the drop down box in the corner of the presented file that read 'Theorized Origins'

POV: Jericho

The first thing I knew when I opened my eyes for the first time was peace. Even now as I am older I remember the peace that I once knew; that I once believed in. It lasted less than two months before the sky darkened and our planet was invaded. I don't even remember the name of my planet anymore, though it wouldn't matter regardless.

All I remember is teh people around me dying and the one who held me being decapitated. When their body fell to the ground mine did with them but instead of hitting the ground I remember floating. Upon floating I remember floating over to someone with a red lightsaber. From there they brought me onto a ship and that was the end of my peace.

I was taken on that escort ship back to Korriban, the stronghold planet of the sith. Once there I spent the next 14 years learning. It wasn't a type of learning meant to encourage or nurture. It was Natural Learning, meaning only the best survived and from age 10 onwards our yearly graduation would be a fight to the death. Teachers would select the fights as well so if they wanted you gone, you would be gone.

I found that out when I turned 10. I was the runt of the litter, the smallest one in our group and I was the only human. The teacher pitted me against a Devaronian who was already touching six foot with his horns grown in and I was barely four foot tall at the time. Seeing the teachers smiling around the room told me all I needed to know at the time.

They wanted me gone and for the Sith it made sense. Only the strong could be a part of the Empire and no one weak was allowed in. Didn't matter your status within the Empire or who you were related to, once you went with the Sith they owned you. The Dark Side owned you and for most of us, we were okay with it. I know I was as it was the Dark Side that allowed me to win that fight.

I fought that piece of shit Devaronian and even though he beat me into a bloodly pulp I won. He had me dead to rights as he had me pinned below him but I tapped into the Dark Side, the first one to do so in my class. When I did I froze him, grabbing him with the force before slamming a knee into his balls. He squealed like a pig as they had already developed for him; him squealing was entertaining given that he couldn't move as it happened. Regardless I broke off one of his horns before slamming it into his brain through his eye.

I stood there bloody and bruised in front of the teachers and reveled in it. I loved the blood, the fight, the exhilaration, everything that the Dark Side was giving me. When I felt it too I only fed the Dark and felt my connection growing stronger and stronger to it. Seeing the teachers look at me too, all of them in surprise emboldened me into the Dark Side and I was determined to never let my hold on it go.

From there training and education got harder and harder to the point that by the time I was 14 there was only six of us made it to the graduation 'ceremony' of the original 50 we started with at 10. After the ceremony there were only three of us left. Myself, a Zabrak named Hevu and a Rattataki named Dogriz; all of us male. All three of us were handed off to a full blown Sith and sent to the front lines to fight.

I don't know what became of the other two but I had a decent guess as to what happened to them. That being that they didn't last a day in their apprenticeship as I almost didn't as well. The moment I found myself on the frontlines and with my new master he sicced his apprentice on me. His Apprentice was a massive Wookie whose arms were metal and had armor all over his body. Not to say I didn't, as I did but he took a step further and was practically made of metal.

With us where we were, in a forest, I used the environment to my advantage. Though he was armored he wasn't as fast as I was and I proceeded with hit and run tactics against the wookie to whittle them down. It kinda worked until he grabbed me and threw me at a tree. From there the fight only got harder but I did eventually win.

The only reason I won though was the fact that the Wookie was almost entirely physical. He had next to no talent with the Force, especially the Dark Side; the only thing he was able to use it for was empowering his body and strength. As to how I won I was able to trap one of his arms under a tree after I cut the tree and force pushed it at him. From there I used lighting on his downed form until he was nothing but a smoking crisp.

As a result I got a nod of approval from my Master and that was it. I spent the next six years learning everything possible from the man and delving deeper and deeper into the Dark Side of the force. It enriched me and gave me power beyond the likes of anything that I have ever known. It was intoxicating and as I grew so did my connectionn to the Dark Side.

My master saw this as well and in typical Sith tradition did everything he could to get rid of me. From giving my location away on missions, siccing bounty hunters on me and even testing me against new apprentices. Of those apprentices he sent after me I took my time with them as they never stood a chance. I was too far steeped into the Dark Side and too connected for them to be of any real threat to me.

The women apprencies though I took my time with. They were my trophies more of less and my Master let me keep them until I grew bored of them. It was exactly as you think too, they were my pleasure slaves and a few of them eventually grew to enjoy it. It was there way of coping I guess but I didn't care, they kept me distracted.

They weren't the only ones that ended up like that though. A few Jedi of the weaker variety and their padawans eventually made their way into my bed. Never was it consensual either, at least at the beginning for some of them. Of those that it did eventually become mutual I corrupted them to the Dark Side and they would give us everything they knew. My master rewarded me spectacularly when I was able to do that to those few. Often times teaching me a new technique.

The Dark Side is not something to be romantacized, it is not to be looked upon in a good light. It is called the Dark Side for a reason and it brings out the absolute worst in people who delve too far into it. I, for one, was immersed in the Dark Side and I became almost an emissary of it spreading death, destruction and choas every where I went. I was very good at it, enough that the Jedi gave me a moniker for it. The Serpent.

When I was 20 I decided I had learned enough from my master and ambushed the man. As steep as I was embroiled in the Dark Side the one thing it could never affect me on was my tactical mind. I didn't just ambush the man on the ground, I ambushed the entire area and gave falsh quaradenants to our artillery. Afterall, since he was my master there was no reason he shouldn't survive the bombardment and he only had droids with him, easily replaceable.

Either way, he survived the bombardment and then I had my personal guard attack him. They were trained exclusively by me over two years and had completed dozens of missions for myself and my master. All of them died brutally fighting the man but they did their job; they weakened him. From there I announced myself to my former master and we fought.

My dual bladed style against his singular and heavy style. Both of us masters in our own right with the blade capable of taking on dozens of Jedi Knights at once and a fair few masters in there. I should know, I saw him take out five masters in a 5v1 figth barely a year prior. I had done the same only two months before that as well and that is what spurred me to fight him; I had come out better than he had.

Regardless, his style was better suited for one vs one combat while mine was better for multiple targets. Something I hadn't realized at the time but was shown to be the case during the fight. It cost me and I received an extremely long scar across my leg and a thin one from my left shoulder to right him. Thankfully it was only a graze and I kept my life and to be honest I only won the fight out of pure luck.

As we fought and I had been wounded, barely keeping up with him anymore I was able to trip him. He had been pushed back by a force push and tripped over the body of one of my fallen personal guards. Who, happened to have thermal detonators on him and my master tripping over his body activated one of them. I realized that once they began beeping and kept my master atop the body for a second with the force before he broke out. That's all the time that was needed though. The thermal detonator immolated him.

From there I took over the mantle of a Darth from my Master; Darth Nyrke as my official name. I became the bane of the Republic in my sector for the next five years destroying, killing, raping, torturing, and slaving everything in sight all in the name of the Dark Side and the Empire. While the Empire didn't officially endorse slavery they allowed the Sith to do ast they wanted as we were the main power beyond the Empire. Plus, the Hutts were good for business and economy.

I was not a good person at all and there was a particular pleasure I derived from the women. Kept them just long enough to have them believe that they were safe from anything else happening to them. Some even came to care for me but I saw them as nothing and that's when I would break them. As when they began to care I made them think I did as well; then I would sell them.

The lucky ones would be given to my men and kept as slaves. Well fed and taken care of but pleasure slaves nonetheless and used exclusively by those under me. The unlucky ones were given to the Hutts or the whorehouses that dulled their minds with drugs. Their ends were never pretty but I never cared, I got pleasure off their suffering as their tornment fueled the Dark Side. Which in turn fueled my power.

Kriff, the longer it went on the more slaves we amassed that 'served' my men and I the stronger we got as a whole. Some of the slaves breaking to the point that they actively helped us when we were attacking planets or Republic outposts. Posing of refugees or someone who escaped getting sympathy; all while they sowed seeds of discontent with the local governments and Jedi. Even opening fighting lanes and giving us information on troop movements that we needed. We conquered entire systems this way with minimal casualties.

That being said the only ones that I ever kept to myself were the Jedi that we captured. The men were bound in force suppression cuffs and given to whoever to use as they saw fit; either as a laborer or otherwise. I had one female apprentice at one point that derived a lot of pleasure and power from forcing herself on them. I didn't mind as she was powerful and effective for a time.

She tried to kill me the same way I had killed my master though she brought her own apprentice with her to help in killing me. I killed the apprentice and gave her to my men to do what they wanted with her. She spent two weeks as their toy before killing her way out. When she did I accepted her back as my apprentice; a Jedi killed her two months later.

As for the women Jedi we captured, well you probably got the point by now. They all eventually learned to enjoy themselves and a few even succumbed to the Dark Side. Most didn't last long in the field after being sent out but I didn't care. They were all disposable to me and I didn't care for them one bit.

Eventually, after five years of being the bane of the Republic in the sector I was tasked with going to Kingtowler. A planet on the edge of wild space far away from my Sector of space. I was confused as to why I was sent there but then I was informed that the Sith had been building a super weapon for near a decade there that could wipe out entire systems of life. If that didn't get all the sith ready then nothing would.

Though, as I arrived I would find out that the Republic and Jedi had found out about the weapon as well and over a quarter of all Jedi was headed straight to us. I was giddy at the prospect and couldn't wait. My bloodlust screaming in anticipation as the Dark Side thrummed within me for the coming fight. I just couldn't wait to fight all of them and show them the superiority that was the Sith.

When they came it was with the biggest armada I have ever seen in my entire life up until that time. At least a thousand ships against our several hundred and the fight quickly devolved into a brawl between all of us. The Empire and sith lost the fight in space eventually and we were forced to fight on the ground of the planet afterwards. Even though we lost the space battle we crippled them to the point where they wouldn't be able to leave the system as their ships were either destroyed or outright crippled.

The brawl between our forces then continued on the planet and it was hell. The most brutal and hardest fight I had ever been a part of up to that point. Over 80 straight hours of fighting against the Jedi and Republic as they slowly but surely pushed us further and further back.

Each side dying in droves as we fought against each other. Pushing back and forth with the Republic winning almost every engagement but we did a number on them. Particularly wherever I went it felt like we were ddoing better. Thought it did help that I had apparently cucked quite a few Jedi in the last few years as I had taken their female companions. When the jedi screamed their names in my face though I didn't even know who they were talking about to be honest. Just that I took someone of theirs and they became sloppy because of it.

I must've killed at least 80 Jedi during the fighting and probably more but I stopped counting after 50 so I don't know for sure. It didn't really matter in the end though as it came down to only about 10 sith, including myself, against 80 Jedi and a couple hundred of their soldiers. 10 against that number at the end fighting over control of the weapons controls.

All of us Sith deciding that we would rather take the Jedi with us and started charging the weapon as the Jedi started their final assault. All of us drawing straws to see who would be staying behind to protect the controls as the Dark Side compelled all of us to fight to the end against the Jedi. None of us wanted to wait out the fight but one needed to do it and I ended up being chosen.

So I waited in the control room, a rather massive room about 300 feet wide, long and tall. I heard the sounds of battle grow increasingly louder and louder outside the doors for maybe an hour before it ended. While they fought I immersed myself in the Dark Side stronger than I had ever before. I became basically a dog with how feral I was in that moment but I kept myself just enough to still think tactically.

When the sounds of fighting died out I began pacing in the middle of the room with both of my sabers out and ready for a fight. Then the doors burst open and 12 Jedi all came in, 9 Masters and 3 Knights and I recognized all of them. Known for their battle prowess across the galaxy they were probably the best combat oriented Jedi that were on offer at the moment. Too bad I was the Sith version and with a fighting style tailored to fight mulitple opponents at a time.

We fought for the next 20 minutes at the weapon powered up and we fought like demons possessed during that time. I was able to kill all three Knights and five of the nine masters before the weapon was ready to fire. I spent the next two minutes after it signaled that it was ready fighting to get to the console as the Jedi kept me away from it. Eventually though I got there and fired the weapon.

It fired and I stood there as it fired at the direct epicenter of it all and the effect was immediate. The Jedi all died along with every single spec of life in the system. Inclding every single person on all the ships in the system. All of them except for me, I felt all of their deaths and revelled in it but then nothing.

Have you ever had something your entire life, known it your entire life to the point it basically part of you then had it ripped out of you. That's exactly how it felt in that moment as my connection to the Force was stripped from me. There was nothing and I could feel nothing about anything anymore. I was completely devoid of the force and that was terrifying to me.

Well, it would've been if every single act I had done in my 25 years of life didn't come crashing into me. I saw what I had done not through the rose tinted glasses of the Dark side but as normal human. Every act, every horrible thing I had done all came crashing down into my mind. I was utterly disgusted with myself and what I had become, so much so that I threw up almost immediately.

When I was done throwing up my entire stomach I fell to my knees and cried. The pain and torment I had inflicted was catastrophic and I had done all of it with a smile on my face. Not just that but I enjoyed it; the Dark Side gave me pleasure and power when I did those things. The only thing I could think of being that I was a monster and I was for all intents and purposes.

To have that type of reality come crashing down upon anyone's mind was not something that was easy to deal with. Still, I did and eventually left the chamber and went outside. Walking past all of the dead and my former comrades. Comrades that I once looked at with respect could only look at now with repugnance. Not to say the Republic Jedi were any better, blindly following the force like sheep. As they followed a Republic that was corrupt, not like the Empire was any better but the point stands. At least the Sith tried to control the empire, the Jedi just let the Republic Senators do what they wanted.

Either way I made my way outside and just sat down and decided to think on what I should do now. I honestly didn't know but going back to the Empire as I was now wasn't viable. Neither was the Republic, they'd kill me on the spot. I couldn't bring myself to be involved in the war any longer though with everything I've done.

I sat there for hours thinking about what to do before I decided that I still needed to think. I spent five years on the planet thinking about what to do and I was surprised that no one, Republic or Empire, was ever sent to the system. I just guessed that it had something to do with the Weapon and left it at that.

At the end of the third year I began to build my own ship. Stipping the parts off the rest of the ships and building myself my own. It was a long task and took me two years to complete but at the end of it all I had what I wanted. I had a functioning stealth ship but I still didn't know what I wanted to do with my life.

Regardless I left the planet and made my way across the galaxy. Looking over everything and helping a few select people when I had the time over the next few years; mostly trying to get broken families back together. I had destroyed thousands of families and helping to put a few back together helped my conscious but that was it. I didn't do it for anything else but the 'thank you's' I got did make me feel good about myself.

Either way, during that time I ran into a couple of Sith and Jedi both. My appearance had changed enough in the time between that most didn't recognize me. It's amazing how growing your hair out, changing its color and growing a beard will change your look. Of the two sith and singular Jedi that did recognize me all three of them fought me on sight. The Jedi because I was a sith and the sith because they believed me to be a traitor.

Thing I found out though was that once they got within a 100 or so feet of me the Force stopped working. They couldn't effect me or anything around me and anything they tried to throw at me outside of that range stopped dead in its tracks at the mark. From there it made the fights ridiculously even. No force, no bullshit, nothing but me against them.

I killed all three without much effort. I may not have the force anymore but I was still a ferocious combatant and the three I had faced weren't that strong all things considered. Especially without the Force they were a joke to face. With that I continued on my marry way and helped around the galaxy where I saw fit though I did eventually run into a problem.

About a decade after I lost my connection the Force I noticed that I hadn't aged at all. At the 20 year point it concerned me and at the 30 year point I realized that I was cursed. Whatever happened with the Weapon and me being at the epicenter I hadn't aged a day at all and had no connection to the force. At the 100 year mark I still looked the same and the reality settled in.

I had accidentally stumbled upon what almost every Sith tries to get, immortality. I wasn't about to check if it was pure immortality and I was invulnerable because I knew I wasn't. Regardless it made me think that now was the time to rethink what I was going to do. It took me another couple years of isolation before I finally decided.

I was going to be the one who watches the galaxy. Who records everything that happens and makes sure no history is ever lost. Who would also make sure that the galaxy was as balanced as it could possibly be. No one truly winning but no one truly loosing. It was a good plan but it would need an information network that surpassed everything. Good thing I had all the time in the world.

It took me 80 years to set up the Network and another 15 before it started to significantly useful. Regardless, 95 years after I began to set it up the Network became the greatest information network in the entire galaxy. I knew everything that was happening across the galaxy with an efficiency that would give spies wet dreams for years. Not to mention within a year I knew every single dirty secret of both the Empire and Republic.

From there I started to help whoever I decided needed or deserved it. Sometimes the Empire was better for a system and sometimes it was the Republic. I was impartial and sold the information to all sides to make sure the balance was maintained. Though I never actively participated in the battles except for a few exceptionally rare occasions that I did. Most of the time I just watched.

Which is what both sides eventually began to call me; The Watcher. Which was where some of the problems began to surface. Especially when I met Jedi Master Chulii; a beautiful light green Mirialan with tattoos that covered most of her body. A sign of accomplishment with the Mirialan people. I knew I was in trouble the moment I saw her and I was right.

POV: 3rd Person

Anakin spent the whole day reading everything that he could on The Watcher which wasn't much. Plenty of the file was redacted and unable for him to read. Though, he felt that there was something there and he was too curious too just let it lie as it was. So, when his time was up for the day he asked Madam Jacosta if she knew who The Watcher was.

Jacosta knew exactly who he was talking about but only the Council knew anything beyond what the file showed, which wasn't much. That alone made Anakin more curious about who exactly The Watcher was. When he asked his master if he knew anything more Obi-Wan didn't even know who he was talking about.

This led to the young Skywalker to spend the night looking through the net on anything about the mystery man. There was nothing concrete on them at all; The Watcher was more of a ghost than anything. Mentions of a man that always seemed to be there watching everything around the galaxy but no one knew anything about them. It seems that they had been at every significant event in the last 15 thousand years and no one knew anything about them.

Thinking about what was going on with The Watcher though Anakin decided to look up the Corellian conflict that he had been first officially sighted at. There wasn't much on the conflict but what was there was exactly what he needed to at least to begin to dig deeper. As what he was able to find mentioned the two Jedi Masters involved in the conflict.

Jedi Master Ranto and the one redacted in the Jedi files: Jedi Master Chulii.

"Now, why were you Redacted?"

First chapter of this story. Really just a set up for everything; as for how it'll go The Watcher will be involved in a lot of things but not much at all at the same time. He'll be interacting with just about every age that is within Star Wars except for the Sequels. Legends is much more interesting and fun to write with far more content to touch on.

Hope y'all enjoyed.