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Well, folks, here it is. The long-awaited fanfic (that may suck because I'm bad with dialogue) that I put together in a few days. For a lil' extra knowledge before ya'll start reading, check out some basic info here. Keep note that there is a little language in here, but nothing too bad.
A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away...
(recording of Star Wars theme starts playing)
The Galaxy is at unrest. Jedi after Jedi mercilessly fall over one another, this climactic civil war bringing a thousand generations of peace and justice to end. No sooner have the Sith risen in wake of the Jedi, hoping to strike whenever possible.
The Galactic Senate is a joke; fear killed the chancellor along with some of his supporters years ago. The Republic stands on the verge of death, and nobody is in their way to help it recover.
Luckily, some Jedi have pulled together and attempted to re-create the Jedi Order. There are now two academies, Grand Master Yoda's Jedi Temple on Coruscant, and Grand Master Sifo-Dyas' Jedi Praxeum on Yavin IV. Their hopes of reuniting the galaxy and saving the Republic are slim, but hope rests with them and the stars beyond....
