[Terra, 2025]
For the last year, Ethan Stryker had been plagued by strange dreams. Some dreams he had featured a world destroyed by a strange cosmic fluke and ash fell from the sky above. From what he saw, there was no survivors as skeletons littered the ground and immediate surroundings yet the flesh was vaporized clean off the ashen bones.
Other dreams, he felt like there was more to the story than met the eye. Horrors beyond cosmic imagination descended from the skies of this strange desolate world and a single man, wielding dual crimson blades of light, fought back. It was strange because, at the end of a long battle, the man was no more and the world fell into true desolation.
Ethan dreamed this for what like weeks before waking up in a cold sweat every time. He did not know why that these dreams kept showing up, but it only took a week of these constant nightmarish dreams before he decided to seek out a therapist. Through many appointments over the course of six months, he realized that therapy was not working for him. He still kept receiving the dreams and they only got progressively worse until things got worse. He hadn't realized that his once-handsome muscular self degraded into a walking corpse that reeked of desperation, confusion, and a raw primal anger that refused to go away.
While the mental changes took the first six months, the physical changes only happened in the last six. His friends and family members were growing concerned and worried about Ethan potentially taking hard substances to cope with the nightmares he confided in them about. Three months into the last six months of that year, they decided to intervene and get him checked out by a proper medical professional.
The doctors took a month to run multiple tests related to hard substances and other potential diseases that would affect his mental health. When the tests came out, Ethan and his family were holding in a breath subconsciously as they read through them all. They simply couldn't read through it all fast or skim through it all, but even as they all finished reading them first, they still needed a few more read-throughs in order to let it all sink in.
He was dying. Ethan had some sort of cancerous tumor pressing up against his brain and where it was located prevented neurosurgeons to remove it safely. It appeared that this specific tumor was a fast-growing type and terminal so there was no chance that Ethan would live to see his 26th year.
The revelation that he was dying and nothing could be done about it sent his friends and family into a worried frenzy. They wept and made time to be with Ethan for however long he had left, yet only Ethan himself felt like the world hated and pitied him. He loved his friends and family greatly and even brought up bringing him to the hospital so that he wouldn't suffer too much pain, to which they agreed.
Those last few weeks were a blurry mix of tears shed silently in both happiness and sorrow as far as Ethan could recall. He knew that, since his hospital admission, his friends and family never stopped visiting him. They even got to share some times together talking about how life went for them and played some board games like Warhammer 40k or Monopoly.
When it hit midnight on Ethan's 26th birthday, the inevitable happened. While most of his friends said goodbye to him earlier the previous day, only his younger brother stayed by his bedside. Despite being barely above the age of 18, Ethan knew his little brother loved his big brother so much that he would grieve for his death. He smiled at his little brother, who was still awake and red-eyed, as if knowing he was going to have a wonderful future ahead without his big brother.
Ethan closed his eyes just before the twelfth chime and, when the last chime rang out, it felt like a death chime. His body went limp and the machines that monitored his heartbeat registered a shrill monotone beep. A universal signal that meant death had come and left.
What Ethan didn't know was that this was no ending. Merely a beginning of something beyond his wildest imagination.
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[A long, long time ago... In a galaxy far, far away...]
Long before the Galactic Empire and Palpatine's rise to power, there were countless myths and legends about the two major Force Orders. These legends varied according to the era they originated from, but most fans know about the major powers that dominated the galactic stage prior to the Ruusan Reformation and the ten generations of peace safeguarded by a vain and stagnant Jedi Order. Two legends are commonly known to all types of fans throughout the Star Wars fandom.
The first one is the legend himself. Revan was a human Force User who had once been a Jedi Master that fell to the Dark Side unwillingly by the actions of the then-Emperor Vitiate and was redeemed by his wife. He then left to hunt down the Sith Emperor, but never returned to his lover due to his imprisonment for centuries. He was later killed by a strike team led by Darth Malgus and became one with the Force following a brief incident on Yavin Four.
The second is a bit more grander in its re-telling. This legend was about the entire situation involving the Old Republic and the Sith Empire at the time post-Treaty of Coruscant. The Emperor had negotiated a ceasefire for both sides to allow them a break in the fighting and rebuild their strength before they inevitably broke down again and started a second Galactic Civil War, yet neither side knew that this war was being propped up by the Star Cabal.
However, all of this was already known. People know about this already, so what was different this time?
It starts on the red dusty sands of Korriban...
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Continued in: The Tutorial I.