Star Wars:Galactic Unrest, Prologue: A Far Cry

"Who are you?" Dur spoke in a deep tone as he sat still with his back turned to the darkness.

The dark lord chuckles. "I am known by many names," he answers, grinning. "Sith Lord, Darth Sephiroth, the Kingslayer, Angel of Death... But because you have so much untapped potential-potential that I'd hate to see go to waste- I'll offer you a once in a lifetime possibility. An offer I've never given to anyone else. You may call me another name, if you so desire... You may call me master."

Remus landed the air taxi and made his way to apartment 412B.
He rapped on the door, and just to his luck his mother wasn't there.
"She must be out commanding the Omega force." He sighed

The Omega force was a group of republic soldiers that carried out the most dangerous missions and sometimes even spying.
He turned around, and boarded the air taxi once more. His destination was the Coruscant shuttle that was booked for flight tomorrow.
Arriving in four minutes he got out and analyzed the shuttle.
It was a deep red and blue and large enough to carry a few thousand passengers.
This wasn't a shuttle, but a star cruiser he realized.

Done inspecting, he returned to the Jedi temple and made his way to his room.
He opened the door to see his Zabrak roommate moving things with the force, specifically his things.
"Can you please put down my Lightsaber modules Zori?" He asked calmly.

The modules dropped onto his dresser and an embarrassed female Zabrak spoke, "sorry, it caught my interest. You really have a knack for technology as I've heard the masters say your force potential is off the charts." Zori gushed.
Remus surprised an urge to groan. Sometimes having an ancestor that was famous sucked.
"I'm just as average as you." He insisted, carefully packing his module on his bag.

"No you aren't. You're so modest." Zori approved,throwing a pillow at his head.
He turned around slowly and threw the pillow back with the force. "I am not. Besides, I lived with my Grandmother who was a nerf herder. My mother was always busy with republic work to take care of me, so I guess you can call me a farmer." He admitted. Zori gaped, "You don't strike me as a nerf herder."
Remus gave her a wry smile, "Molavar was as hot as Tatooine, if not more." He laughed, and slid under his covers.

The rest of the night was silent as the cool wind seeped through the window of the room.
Remus turned and twisted as visions of buildings on fire and dead people lay on the streets of some unknown planet.

"No and no." Dur replied as he kept his head lowered. "Taking all the credit myself would be arrogant, and arrogance is blinding. I did not make my weapon, and I do not control the flow of life and nature. I am a shepherd by trade, so I have killed many predators that would prey on my flock, and I have hunted game for food during my scouting trips."

"I have spent years studying the laws of the natural universe as an Adept of Chalacta." Dur told the dark lord as he too stood up. "I am ready to learn more. Take me to Darth Drackoth."

"So, have you ever been off your home world before?" The Sith Lord asks his new apprentice, a few minutes later, as his ship pulls out of orbit.

"I see," Darth Sephiroth says, smiling a very unsettling smile. "Such a funny thing, don't you agree? How one's 'homeworld' is determined by their race, not actually where their home is. You say you have lived on Dantooine for the majority of your life? Not Chalacta? So, wouldn't you agree, that might make Dantooine your Homeworld? After all, I'm speaking to you, not your race."

Remus jerked his head to the side as a spasm of oil attempted to hit him in the face.
"Whoever gave you this didn't keep the parts up to date." He said, rolling from underneath the star fighter.
"It belonged to my grandfather." Shelia explained, he eyes glinting dangerously.

"And?" Remus probed. "When he died we gave it to a friend, who promised he would fix it up." Shelia sighed.
"I can do it for free." Remus offered. Shelia have him a quirked eyebrow, "You're pulling my leg." She laughed dryly.
"I'm serious." Remus insisted. She gave him a hard look before deflating. "Alright, I'll believe you." She caved.
Remus laughed and went back under the starfighter.

A1 gave a beep that sounded like a laugh. "He is serious isn't he?" She asked the droid. A confirmation beep, "Thanks for this." Shelia called.
"No problem." Came the muffled voice of Remus. Shelia took a seat on the hangar floor and watched him for awhile.

"A cup of water must be emptied to become a cup of wine." Dur replied as his eyes seemed to fade. "Pulling up roots and cutting ties is all I know. It will be a difficult process, but with time, it will be done."

His breathing began to slow as he kept his eyes open as they continued to grow distant.