SUMMARY
･:*:･ﾟ ,｡･:*:･ﾟ Graya, once known only as the number 515, was subjected to horrific Sith alchemy on Arkania a decade ago. Rescued by Jedi Knight Qui-Gon Jinn, she was taken to Naboo and left in solitude under the care of a former senator. Now, as Emperor Palpatine establishes a Declaration of New Order and legalizes the extermination of the Jedi, Graya questions this new declaration of peace.
When her father's secrets are suddenly revealed, Graya's world is shattered and she is thrust into a galaxy of chaos ruled by the Iron Fist of the Emperor's Supreme Commander or, the Masked Death: Vader, and the imperial regime. As Darth Sidious aggressively expands his Galactic Empire, Graya must confront the man behind the mask while the fate of the galaxy hangs in the balance between the light and dark sides of the Force...
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/suitless Vader/AU/slow burn/ slow updates/
A/N:
The main character will be the center of the story this is simply the SET UP which will conclude in the next chapter. The third chapter goes to our main character years later.
For detailed chapters (pictures, gifs, etc) Equilibrium is also posted on WATTPAD and A03.
A long time ago in a galaxy far far away...
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𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐔𝐍𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐗𝐘. 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐓, 𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐀, 𝐀 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐋𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃. 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐖𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄.
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 CORE 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐂. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐉𝐄𝐃𝐈 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐉𝐄𝐃𝐈 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐈-𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐍, 𝐎𝐁𝐈-𝐖𝐀𝐍 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐁𝐈, 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐎𝐍.
𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐋'𝐒 𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒, 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐈𝐓'S 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐀𝐒 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒, 𝐐𝐔𝐈-𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐁𝐈-𝐖𝐀𝐍 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐁𝐈 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐓. 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 IT'S 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘, 𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐐𝐔𝐈-𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐍 𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐀 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐈𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄.
𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 TWO 𝐉𝐄𝐃𝐈 SET OUT 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐗𝐘 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄...
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34 BBY╘══════════════════
One Year Before the Trade Federations blockade- Coruscant
THE METALLIC GLARE OF THE PLANETS ORBITAL MIRRORS receded as daylight fell and night rose, unveiling the billions ofphysical stars that spanned the galaxy.
Glaring, large stalagmites rose high into the artificial skies and dominated the capital of the Republic, Coruscant. Obscuring the natural formations from which the planet possessed long ago. Air filtered through oxygen regulators, ecological water in artificial aquifers, and any organic source of life, preserved in climate-change museums and biomes.
A silvery refraction from the planet often caught the apt attention of seasoned pilots and off-worlders. The Core World amassed over 5,000 levels from it's surface. Skylanes provided air traffic, set with auto navigation systems to prevent collisions for the thousands of speeders, freighters, and transports on a continuous bustling loop of traffic.
Over one trillion sentient beings belonged to the homeworld, Coruscant. The central hub of intergalactic headquarters for governmental and cultural affluence. As the capital's elites positioned themselves in higher altitudes of purified air and erected opulent cultural monoliths, fine arts, and politics-those of less fortune, were pushed into the lower dwellings of Coruscant's underbelly.
A dangerous and crime-infested cesspool, the lower levels were subjected to the toxic wastes of factories and space vehicular fumes. Which often troubled Jedi Knight and Master, Qui-Gon Jinn.
Continuously he witnessed an ever-widening chasm between the rich and the poor class. Those above were uneducated about the underground world. It did not benefit their positions in The Senate.
The Jedi Council, revered as the Guardians of the Peace across the galaxies, were unfortunately tied up in the political conundrums. It permeated the Jedi Temple, another reason he'd refused a seat on the Jedi High Council. Risen as a valued leader to the order itself, his headstrong nature and questionable conduct didn't bode well for the elders.
It troubled him how entrenched the Jedi were becoming in politics. A small whisper from within hinted at an unraveling corruption within political factions. Grandmaster Yoda himself was not exempt from this.
Unlike the teachings of old Jed'aii, arrogance was clouding judgments. Rigidity in rules creating heated discourse. This wasn't the first time he'd questioned The Council. Going against his elders, yet again, he relied on the Force rather than seeking out his High Masters.
It was much to the chagrin of young Obi-Wan Kenobi. Those attentive blue eyes surfaced beneath a course tawny hood. His shorn hair and elongated braid the symbiosis between Padawan and Master.
Smog hovered over the broken ferroncrete that crunched underfoot. The nerf hide boots customed for treacherous missions reflected off a plethora of neon lights. Refracting off the oiled puddles, signs featured seedy displays of the city's nightlife and pleasures, attracting Slythmongers peddling cheap narcotics outside the clubs.
Not for the first time, Qui-Gon's actions implied his use of the Jedi Code as a tool rather than guidance. This irked Obi-Wan; a stickler for rules and formalities. Any predilections he had for his Master, was overshadowed by their current-grim- predicament.
He remained an unwilling participant. Especially transgressions against The Jedi High Council. "I, I don't understand, Master," Obi-Wan began in slight hesitation. He did not want to outright displease Qui-Gon. A unique bond had been forged over their tumultuous missions together. Evidenced, by his muted tone. "The Council should know. This could prove a danger unforeseen. It's completely against the Jedi Code."
At this, Qui-Gon stopped and turned to his still, guileless Apprentice. His wizened blue eyes shone years of adhering to the Living Force rather than austere principles. Long tresses of brown were swept back in a leather tie from a broad forehead. A rugged, patchy beard along an angular jawline; the appearance of monastic subservience. The corners of his eyes crinkled as they sternly leveled at Obi-Wan. "What would you have me do then, my still very young, Apprentice?"
Obi-Wan almost flinched at the chide but straightened himself. "Forgive me, Master. I'm troubled by your course of action. The Council specifically stated all alchemist experiments were to be terminated. Especially if these mad scientists were steeped in Sith origins. As Grandmaster Yoda, suspects."
At the lip of the alley, a dark shadow fell over Qui-Gons' grave face. No stranger to the perils of a Jedi. All of which had left it's scars and thus another wrinkle birthed. It thickened his skin, sharpened his attunement to the force with a purpose felt in the weighted grip of his plasma-green blade.
However no amount of experience cleaved from planets he'd once travailed with his old serrenian Master Dooku, could've prepared him. Even with Arkania's extensive history of the Sith. Once cultivating a takedown during the Arkanian Revolution headed by Master Windu. Certain practices had appeared not entirely dissolved. Thus he and his Padawan were summoned to investigate. The remnants of dark alchemy found within the icy fortresses...
{Flashback}
Subject 515
His eyes fell across s tacked-on number above a gilded caged. As he peered closer, his own eyes widened as a shadowed figure surfaced behind his illuminated blade. Near skeletal hands grasped the bars, skin delicate and paper thin.
He sensed his blade retract as he gazed into the sunken, hollowed sockets of a young girl. The evidence of trauma and sensitivity to light hinted. A life shrouded in darkness. There, it was embedded in her eyes; a deep-rooted torment.
This youngling was no more than six standard years.
Gaunt cheekbones and a pattern of faint markings. The flaking skin revealed prolonged confinement in a climate-controlled laboratory too inhumanely long. Her dark lips split and blood crusted in matted, silverish hair.
Her eyes locked onto his, reflecting like a kyber crystal. Surrounding her was a tendril of darkness off of a presence he couldn't place. Yet it remained faint, no more than an echo.
The Force beckoned him, urging him to look into the window of her spirit. Within the woven tapestry of her life threaded with strands of pain and suffering. There he saw it, a glimmer like cold starlight intertwined in the threads. Flickered like a beacon in the encapsulating darkness.
At this the Force relinquished hold. With a small nod of subservience, Qui-Gon raised one hand. As his breath unfurled against the cavern's bitter chill, his eyes closed. Focusing on the pull of the Force. It flowed like the veins of a heartbeat that pulsated with a twist of his wrist.
With an audible clack, the locks that bound the cage shuddered. The stun guns were instantly severed as it clattered to the floor.
Obi-Wan who remained outside as a look out, would be displeased. But Qui-Gon was not the master of this little one's fate. Nor were The Council her executor. This, the Force conveyed. To disobey a direct order came the risk of expulsion from the Jedi Order. His young Apprentice passed to another Jedi Master and Qui-Gon's lightsaber, destroyed.
If, The Council found out.
Regardless Jinn could not-in good conscious-end an innocent life of a child. That was the way of the Sith. It was not the way of the Jedi. This child had yet to choose her path. It would be her decision alone.
Qui-Gon knew he'd responded to the Forces call, as it pulled taut like a bow from within. Every decision he'd made thus drew him closer to his destiny and he allowed himself to be guided...
A warmth settled within his being, softening the effervescent blue of his eyes. "Found in a cage, Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon said softly. At this, he stepped aside to reveal said humanoid. Pale nearly bluish fingers lacking the nourishment of sunlight, clung to his belted linen tunic. Half sheltered in his Jedi robes, his lips stretched into a small, reassuring smile.
At this the youngling's eyes wavered to his. A tendril of trust brushed against his mind. However it severed the moment her attention snapped to Obi-Wan with caution. "Search your feelings my young, Apprentice." Qui-Gon urged, the younglings strained emotions wavering back and forth. "Trust, what you find and what I must do."
He placed a guiding hand against the child's bony spine that jutted from beneath the oversized tunic borrowed. It made their situation even more dire. She was severely malnourished.
Music and dialects from various off-world creatures and humanoids cadenced as they exited the alleyway. Into Coco (Collective Commerce District) Town, sector. It was an upper-level district filled with a variety of exclusive storefronts, restaurants, and old-style diners. Often did this district cater to those in maintenance who worked on the surface.
There were throngs of scantily clad humanoids with solloops hairstyles. Twi'Leks winked with a curl of rouged lips as Qui-Gon sifted through the nightlife Coruscantis. A couple of Rodians passed, their purple bulbous eyes shone of distaste from scaled, green faces. Instantly they dismissed the Jedi with a wave of their snouts.
At this, Qui-Gon felt the child tighten her grip on his utility belt. Yet, he sensed no hostility but a kindled bravery as her steps became more sure. Just as they soon crossed into the business section of the industrialized hub.
To Didi's Café.
It was a quaint structure retrofitted with repulsorlifts. The windows fogged over from the fumes permeating the dilapidated city. A stark contrast to the hustle of cantinas and gambling dens, the walls were metallic with a blaring, red light that flickered along the structure.
The café was considered a trusted resource to the Jedi Order. Known for its backroom dealings and knowledge gleaned from the planet's inhabitants and off-world freighters. Qui-Gon Jinn had respect for Didi Oddo and his adoptive daughter, Astri. Their loyalties were considered invaluable.
There were those who wished to do them harm, an unfortunate price in fighting for the greater good. For the sake of their extending family, they were selling off the building. The café remained closed for renovations while negotiations were taking place.
An hour before over they'd spoken with their newest cook over the ship's transmitter. Qui-Gon mentally prepped for the meeting to come. He rapped a knuckle against a back door hidden behind a large trash compact.
Once, twice, and once more again.
"I have a bad feeling about this," Obi-Wan mumbled, sighing. He pursed his lips with a shake of his head but remained alongside Qui-Gon. He scanned the perimeters as if The Council itself were about to spontaneously appear.
Qui-Gon looked to his Padawan earnestly as the uneasiness passed through him. "Calm yourself, Obi-Wan. The child can sense your tension. A great deal she's been put through."
Before Obi-Wan could retort, the door jostled with a crick and flew back. Revealed was a large, hulking figure of a Besalisk. A wide-toothed smile stretched below a thick bushel of whiskers-sensors-across a massive face. The male Besalisk crest dwarfed them with a domineering presence. A port belly stuck out beneath a stained shirt and stretched britches. Four large arms extended with a set of massive hands.
Dexter Jettster.
"Hello, old friend." Qui-Gon greeted fondly, mellifluously.
At this, the child huddled closer once more.
In the not-so-distant past, Qui-Gon came across the Besalisk on the barren, mining world located in the Outer Rim Territories: Ord Sigatt. Sent to investigate a mining ship's disappearance. Dex would later confess to being the cause in protest of a tyrannical mining and refinery corporation on the planet. Later, the Besalisk would impress the two with his broad experience and retentive memory. But most of all, his cooking. Shortly after he'd close down his donut business and make the move to Coruscant. In favor of setting his aspirations elsewhere-came Diddi's café.
The sliders and Jawa juices recently concocted, paired with a gaudy sense of humor, had attracted all walks across the galaxies. Unbeknownst to many, this made him an asset. Harboring nuggets of information from diverse contacts to the fringes of the planet's underworld. At the moment, Dex owed Qui-Gon a favor from such times past.
"Qui-Gon and young Obi-Wan!" The Besalisk beamed with a low, booming voice. His hunk of teeth bled beneath the restaurant's flickering beams. Yet his golden eyes gleamed with hospitable charm. "Good 'tah see ya. Diddi told me this would be the best meetin' place. He just left, c'mon in!"
"I think I'll stay here," Obi-Wan nodded to them with a furrowed brow. It spoke volumes as Dexter held the door open, his stance apprehensive. "Can never be too careful. I'll stay in the shadows to keep a low profile, Master."
"Very well," Qui-Gon acquiesced, Dexter's keen eyes watching the exchange. He nodded back to his Padawan, the anxiety palpable. "This shouldn't take more than a few minutes."
Obi-Wan looked to the child.
She glanced back at him with a hint of curiosity.
Remaining wordless, he turned on his heel and blended into the shadows.
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The inside of the establishment was encased in darkness. What sparse light filtered through the fogged glass, illuminated rows of plastic sheets over bar stools, a jukebox, and rounded tables of durasteel. The main dining area was layered with various utensils and appliances.
The Besalisk held out an arm, one dexterous finger pointed towards a lone, uncovered booth. "Apologize for the mess, Jinn, renovations are a kriffing pain." His laugh rumbled through the air, followed by a stiff gait from age gradually taking its toll. Particularly one who had led an extreme scavenger's life across several solar systems. "Negotiating alone aged me, kork."
Qui-Gon laughed lightly though it was hardly filled with mirth. Sensing no further disturbance, he discarded his robe. Once settled he draped it over the child's shoulders. Her gratefulness shone as her fingers curled into the tawny robe.
Before turning her attentions to the beast with an inquisitive gaze.
"Well, hello there." Dexter laughed, setting two thick arms above the table with an audible smack. The sheer size was ten times her entire body. "Yer a tiny little nugget." He laughed heartily causing the wattle of his jugular to jiggle. "Good thing I packed some good chow for yeh' on the way, out then, eh?"
He winked.
The girl looked at him puzzled. Before she shifted closer to Qui-Gon who rubbed her shoulder comfortingly. "She's a bit frenetic yet, having been through a great ordeal. I trust you were able to find this, former senator of the Republic you knew?"
"I was able to track him down. Lives on Naboo in an outer outcropping. Around Moenia, I believe."
"Very well, and he's within orbit?"
"Believe so, said he'd be arriving shortly."
"And you believe the girl will be in good hands?"
"Ah, Jinn, do I sense care for the kiddo?" Dexter's eyes glimmered hardly teasing. Gleaned from informative expeditions over the years, Jedi were not allowed to form familial bonds or attachments. But Qui-Gon wasn't like most Jedi. Dex had seen this in his familial bond with Obi-Wan. "He is a trusted ally, Jinn," he added. "With a family willing to take in the girl as their own."
"She appears to be an offshoot of some kind. The clawed markings speak of Arkanian origin. But, unregistered in the data banks. That's as much as I was able to gather before destroying evidence. I can only temporarily cloak her presence, here." Even as he spoke the exercised effort was causing perspiring beads of sweat that glazed his forehead. "The Jedi Order will no doubt hunt her down should she be found out. I did what I must, but she will need to go off-planet to avoid detection."
"Wise man you are, Jinn. Not 'tah worry, they'll keep her off record. If there's one thing I've learned ov'r the years things are not always so black and white. Yer know?"
"I sense there is another reason why this senator left The Senate?"
"To put it lightly. The mans got a good heart but couldn't take some back dealings happenin'. Greedy systems corrupt as druk."
"He sounds like a wise man. Very well, I look forward to his arrival."
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As the transport disappeared into a fray of speeders, Qui-Gon looked to Obi-Wan. He dispatched himself from the shadows, scanning the skies with apprehensive eyes to the traffic circling above. "I trust negotiations went smoothly then, Master?"
Qui-Gon shook his head, throwing up his hood. "No negotiations needed. Dexter owed me a favor and I came to collect." He crooked his head, eyes piercing as he delivered his next words. "The Council must never learn of what transpired this night. Understand?"
Obi-Wan could sense the gravity of this. The weight it carried in his Master's words. He had always been one to abide by every rule. In this particular circumstance, he knew he could not. "I understand, Master." he added in sincere subservience. The care for his Master was evident. "Though I can't help but wonder...why is this youngling so important to you?"
The corner of Qui-Gons' lip curled as a sense of peace embraced him, confirming his choices aligning. As they should in the course of the younglings destiny. "There is still so much you have yet to learn, my young Apprentice. I am not to disclose what has been conveyed to me. Just trust, in the will of the Force."
NOTES:
And it has officially commenced! Now I can't say this story will be updated on a schedule. I am taking my loving time with this piece. I don't wish to rush this.
There are a lot of Legends and extra details sprinkled throughout this story. See if you can catch them😉 I am well versed in Star Wars and take it very seriously but please correct me on any mistakes of course! If you see timelines switched around or events that aren't in a canonical timeline, it's on purpose.
This was merely the Prelude.
FUN FACT: Before Dexter's Diner was Diddi's café. A father and his adoptive daughter who owned the establishment were good friends with the Jedi Order including, a young Obi-Wan Kenobi, Qui Gon Jinn, and even Yoda. Because they were considered a valued asset, giving the Jedi valuable information from those who frequented the establishment, made them a target for criminals and the ilk. After his daughter married, Diddi Ordo sold the café and retreated to Core World Duneeden, home of the Cascardi Mountains. Diddi ran a private retreat there, leaving Dexter Jettster, to take over the establishment.
Renaming it Dexter's Diner
INDEX
Solloop Hairstyles: A common hairstyle on a female humanoid in the underbelly of Coruscant. Stands up straight in curled loops.
Repulsorlifts: anti-gravity technology used to levitate an object.
Druk: shit in Star Wars swear words
Kriffing: F word in Star Wars swear words
😂 I didn't make the rules ️