This is a work of FanFiction. For only the fans can make the series work. That being said, this is my first attempt at Star Wars. Perhaps with some time I will work at it some more.

Star Wars: An Unseen Threat – Part 1

Zachary Furr

    For years I have lain dormant. Shut away in a hospital, in a coma they say. I fear that the events that have unfolded during my nap remain a mystery to. An Empire, a rebellion, a first order, a resistance, a last order; these were the ideas of a man called Palpatine. The machinations of a narcissistic madman. He was not Sith, but more of a mirror reflection of what a Sith is to strive for. 

    To hold the power of the galaxy in the palm of your hand. To hold worlds in your grip, not through fear but through loyalty. For fear is but the first step into darkness, the next step is to take that fear and turn it into strength. For most worlds in the galaxy hold a balance of light and dark, a balance. 

That was Palpatine’s mistake, he thought that ruling through fear that people would eventually give in, but a balance is always struck. For with great fear, great courage rises. An empire will always have a rebellion, an order will be met with resistance. 

A true manipulator would have sought to incorporate himself in both places as sort of an even soul that the wicked would seek out to gain more power, and that the good would look for to find freedom. Information, knowledge and wisdom would sought and collected and expanded upon. A librinian of sorts, a broker, a collector, for such knowledge of the darkness as well as the light could be tainted and allowed to fester as a sort of worm.

All this was revealed to this story’s hero as he lay in his hospital bed. The goodwill of the staff revived him and brought him to be aware of the events of the galaxy. Such a kindness was met with patience and a quick end.

Fifty years I have slept.

Fifty years I have waited.

Fifty years I have honed my power.

Fifty years for the usurper to die.

Fifty years have passed and the galaxy is ready to listen.

The hospital clothes are warm and kept me from the harm of the elements. What I did not like about them was the color white. The purity of it kept me from enjoying the air that I was breathing.  The stuffiness of starship exhaust was not a smell that I missed.

The hospital was the cleanest building in this starport, it was a shame that I crushed it. I saw a drunk getting thrown out of a local pub, as I walked by him I siphoned two years of his youth and transferred it to myself. 

I walked into the bar and saw that it was mostly empty, except for a few patrons. I walked up to the barkeep and asked for a drink. Something sweet, as the taking of youth demand that a sweetness be swallowed for youth to be enjoyed. No matter how much the sweetness was it was never enough. The Force was as determined as ever to make my path seem like the wrong way. But ever have I lived and ever I shall go. Sleeping when I need to and waking when the library needs to be opened again.