Note/Disclaimer: this story, like Destiny, is set in an Alternate Universe where all of the EU after Return of the Jedi never happened, although some elements still remain. EU set before that however remains intact.
A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away.
STAR WARS: INVASION
EPISODE I
THE LOST HERO
It has been nearly ten years since the fall of Darth Vorath's Sith Empire and the end of the Imperial-Sith War. With the formation of the Galactic Alliance, the former Republic has set the stage for a new era of peace.
But before that can be done, the galaxy must be rid of what had nearly destroyed it. A team of Jedi Knights and Alliance troopers have been sent to Korriban to wipe out the remaining Sith and perhaps purge the planet itself of its ancient tombs and relics....
Timeline: 35 ABY [After the Battle of Yavin (the events of A New Hope)]
CHAPTER ONE
A large, silvery spacecraft, imbedded with the insignia of the Galactic Alliance, flew through the stars of the Esstran sector. Out of the many systems located in this specific region of space, only one remained the primary course of the cruiser; the Horuset system.
For days now, Jacen Solo and the rest of Jedi Master Plun Kil's team had been making stops throughout the sector, due to a faulty mechanism they had found in the ship's hyperdrive, thus preventing travel by lightspeed. Each day, the team's soldiers grew more and more excited, especially the Imperial Remnant's stormtroopers, who sought vengeance on the Sith for deceiving them during the war.
Having been born near the end of the Galactic Civil War, and being raised by Republic-biased tales of the war, Jacen had never thought he would see the day where stormtroopers acted friendly to Republic individuals and Jedi. In fact, he never thought he'd see stormtroopers even act with a personality and emotions at all.
He allowed himself a small smile. A lot could happen in the span of a couple decades.
At that moment, the door to the ship's lobby room opened and Master Plun Kil walked in. "All right, everyone," the Besalisk Jedi growled. "We've arrived in the Horuset system. Let's board the gunship and move out!"
"About time!" laughed Jaron, a dusty-haired human who was a member of the 501st Legion. "I can't wait to give those Sithspawn a piece of my mind!"
"Can the cocky talk, soldier," snapped Doran Krotan, commander of the unit Jaron and the other stormtroopers were a member of. "I once knew a trooper like you at Bestine, long ago. He lasted thirty seconds on the battlefield."
"That's gotta be a record," grunted the bald Ralltiiri Jax Astar as he put on his helmet.
Jacen and the other five Jedi- which inclued Plun Kil's apprentice Zarin Kal, the Wookiee Lowbacca, Jaden Korr, Donhran Remker, and the Dathomirian Tenel Ka Djo- followed Krotan's twelve-man unit to the cruiser's hangar and boarded the awaiting gunship.
Once they were all on board the gunship, the metal doors on the side slid close as it rose up from the hangar bay and flew out of the cruiser. In a short time, the ship had reached the Sith world of Korriban and entered its stratosphere.
Krotan's men loaded up their weapons while Plun Kil and the six Jedi Knights adorned their pressure suits. As the stormtroopers finished putting on their spacetrooper gear, Krotan said aloud to the soldiers, "This is it, men. This is the day we've been waiting for. We'll drop down from this hunk of metal and break through the sound barrier. When I give the signal, you'll all unload your grenade packs on whatever Sith temple's down there. Once we land..."
His gritty face vanished beneath his helmet. "Give them Chaos."
Once everyone was suited up, armed, and ready, the gunship's doors opened and Jacen's heart skipped a beat. Below his very feet, he could see the entire world of Korriban hovering under the gunship. From where he was standing, it seemed like an awfully long drop.
Krotan and his team were the first to jump off, their space suits allowing them to survived passing through the stratosphere. Next were Jaden and Tenel Ka, followed by Lowbacca and Plun Kil.
Jacen felt Zarin Kal's heavy hand slap his back. "What's the matter, Jace?" the Kiffar Jedi asked with a teasing grin. "Scared of heights?"
"Of course not," Jacen hastily replied. "A Jedi knows no fear. And don't call me Jace."
Zarin laughed and slapped him again, harder this time. "Well, what are you waiting for? Jump!"
Nodding, Jacen took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and jumped off the gunship.
* * *
"Father, they're here."
Darth Scythe opened his eyes to look at his daughter Xiana. All of the other remaining three dozen Sith Lords and warriors of Darth Vorath's fallen order were also present in the main chamber of Marka Ragnos' tomb.
Following Vorath's death and the Sith's loss at Coruscant, Darth Scythe had been unanimously chosen to be the remaining Sith's new leader since, after Ravage and Nemesis, who had both either betrayed or abandoned the Dark Lord, Scythe was next in the chain of command.
However, unlike nearly every Sith Lord in history, Scythe did not actually desire the mantle of Dark Lord of the Sith. To him, the title was simply another way to gain rivals and competition, and make yourself the target of assassination plots.
Nonetheless, Scythe had accepted the role as the Sith's leader, hoping to pave the way for what he planned to be their 'rebirth'. But with the Galactic Alliance poised to attack, he was already unsure that that moment would come.
The Twi'lek Sith Lord stood up from his meditation position and slowly walked past his daughter, arms crossed behind his back. Silence hung over the gathered Sith Lords until a Quarren Sith spoke in a hushed voice.
"My lord, what are we going to do?"
Scythe stared at him coldly. "There is almost nothing we can do, Lord Maleval. I sense our visitors directly over this temple. Our only option is evacuation, but-"
The Sith Lords immediately began filing out of the chamber, headed for the tomb's exit. Darth Scythe simply watched, shaking his head at their foolishness.
To be killed by assassination may be unfortunate, he thought, but it is the best way to die, for it let you know that someone out there at least respected you with fear.
But to die as a fleeing fool is nothing but a disgrace.
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