Constants
constant
noun
plural noun: constants
a situation that does not change.
There are lists of things that are said to be constant
There are fundamental physical constants, like the charge on an electron, the permeability of free space, and the speed of light.
The structure of atoms is always going to be the same, isotopes notwithstanding.
Carbon from the earliest days when Carbon could exist and from everywhere it is found is indistinguishable from any Carbon we might choose to study.
Then there are mathematical constants, like Pi and Euler's number which cannot change.
Apart from the fundamental constants of nature, one of constants in the multiverse is change. The multiverse is constantly expanding. Creating new universes left and right.
Every single one of these universes is connected to each other, in some way or the other. Ever wonder where all your idea's, creativity, and imagination come from?
As a consequence of the multiverse, countless possibilities unfold. In some universes, the changes are subtle; a decision made in haste or delayed by a heartbeat. In others, the fabric of existence is rewritten entirely, charting courses never imagined. Among these infinite realities, one universe created something unique, something enduring.
A constant.
The Force.
An energy field woven into the essence of life itself, the Force bound all things in existence, from the smallest flicker of light to the vast expanse of the cosmos.
Known by many names and understood in countless ways, it was a singular thread that tied together every living being. Created by life, it resided within all forms of it yet manifested most strongly in a rare few.
These individuals, born with an abundance of microscopic, intelligent lifeforms called midi-chlorians, shared a connection to the Force that set them apart. Through these symbiotic beings, the will of the Force was made known, granting its chosen vessels the ability to sense and wield its power.
To those attuned to the Force, the universe was not merely a collection of stars and worlds but a living, breathing entity.
Yet, as with all things, this power carried duality: a balance etched into the fabric of existence itself. For every light, there is a shadow. For every peace, there is chaos. The Force, though singular, bore within it an eternal divide: one side sought harmony, the other upheaval. The Yin to ones Yang. They would come to be known as Light and Dark.
At the heart of this duality lay an eternal truth: the struggle between Light and Dark was as old as the Force itself. Born of the same source yet destined to oppose each other, these aspects of the Force shaped the course of countless lives.
The Light was serene, nurturing, and natural, while the Dark was tempestuous, consuming, and unnatural. Where the Light sought unity, the Dark sought dominion. And though their goals seemed irreconcilable, they shared one unbreakable bond, they could not exist without one another.
A constant.
The first signs of their unending struggle emerged when these spirits sought champions. They chose vessels, individuals whose connection to the Force was strong enough to channel their power.
But the earliest champions were naïve, blinded by the belief that sheer strength and raw Force could end the conflict. They clashed in battles that shook the very fabric of their worlds, their inexperience leading to fleeting victories and devastating losses. Each death marked a lesson, and with each new champion, their understanding deepened.
In time, structure arose from chaos. The champions, realizing that knowledge was as crucial as power, began to form orders. They taught the ways of the Force to others who could sense and wield its energy, passing on techniques to manipulate and control it.
These orders grew, their ranks filling with students and warriors. From the ashes of their early failures, the titles of Master, Knight, Apprentice and Padawan emerged, a hierarchy meant to guide the wielders of the Force toward mastery.
Yet even with this newfound wisdom, the fighting did not cease. For ages untold, they waged their conflict through champions chosen from the Force-sensitive.
These champions, driven by their ideals, carried the weight of their cause, their battles rippling across time and space. The Light and Dark sought to overwhelm the other, to impose their vision of "peace" or "order." Yet, neither could truly triumph, for what they failed to grasp was the immutable truth at the core of their struggle: peace and chaos are inseparable, forever intertwined.
A constant.
Within this endless history of bloodshed, a Champion of Light arose, one unlike any before. This champion, known simply as Yoichi in his time, saw the futility that others could not.
He understood that no victory would ever be final, no peace would ever endure without chaos as its shadow. Yet, Yoichi dared to believe that the cycle could be paused, that the lives lost in this eternal war could not remain meaningless.
He made his stand. Yoichi, the Last, fought not just to overcome his foe but to shatter the cycle itself. Against all odds, he triumphed. In his victory, Yoichi absorbed the essence of the Dark, a feat thought impossible, and with it, he inherited its burden. The war had run its course, he declared. The spirits had played their game long enough.
To ensure the battles would not repeat, Yoichi sealed the spirits away. He buried them within tombs, each rooted deeply within temples built for this sole purpose. These temples, which he named Raito and Yami, Light and Dark, stood as monuments to his resolve. They were meant to serve as prisons, ensuring that the spirits could no longer twist the galaxy to their whims.
For a time, it seemed the conflict might truly end. But history, as it always does, whispered reminders of what was buried. And though Yoichi had achieved what no one before him could, even he could not escape the truth etched into the very fabric of existence.
Light and Dark.
A constant.
Dark, relentless and insidious, never ceased its attempts to lure Force sensitives, seeking to reignite the eternal conflict. It craved endless battle, for death and chaos were its sustenance.
Yet, every effort to corrupt was met with the resolute opposition of Light. Light, weary of millennia of strife, bore scars left by those who wielded it as a weapon. Jedi, in their desperation to overcome Dark, had stretched Light's connection to the Force thin, diminishing its once-boundless strength. Still, it endured.
Dark's efforts to rebuild its power were unyielding. It sought to seduce, to replenish itself through new vessels, to tip the scales in its favor once and for all. Yet, the two remained locked in their eternal dance. Like the tides, like the heavens themselves, they moved against and alongside one another, always ending in balance, always resisting resolution.
A constant.
As time passed, the Champions of Light and Dark faded into legend. Their names became cautionary tales whispered to children and lessons taught to Jedi initiates. The Battle of the Lasts marked the end of the Sith's dominance, their order fracturing under the weight of their arrogance. The Champion of Dark, drunk on power, had hoarded it, believing himself invincible. His fall was inevitable.
The Champion of Light, however, understood his own limits. Though weaker in raw strength, his strategy and cunning ensured victory. Foreseeing his absence, he built safeguards.
Structures that would guide and protect the Jedi in his stead. These plans allowed the Jedi to flourish, evolving into protectors of peace and guardians of the galaxy. They became the architects of the Republic, fostering democracy rather than tyranny. For a time, harmony prevailed.
But all things must end.
A constant.