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Darkness envelopes and fills every space and crevice that it touches. Its depth are unfathomable and often overwhelming. The galaxy is meant to be a place of solace, freedom and peace; yet, it is slowly deteriorating into chaos. Rather than being a place of freedom the galaxy is enslaved and a prisoner to the very creatures it houses, used and twisted into a mass grave for the innocent and a throne for the evil.

"The Galaxy is a dangerous place... I've helped to make it that way... and I'm proud of every danger I've created. Every step I take I feel stronger, I feel more powerful... This crystal around my neck... I can no longer remember where I got it... but I know I feed off of the dark energy it gives to me... It talks to me... gives me new ideas, rekindles old ones... molds my thoughts... eradicates the light... The Rogue planet is within my grasp, I can feel it... I just can't find it..."

The galaxy has countless faces and countless voices. All mesh together until there is nothing left but confusion and desire. Desire for peace, desire for power...Everyone chooses where they stand, even if they choose not to stand at all, they still choose to be cowards.

Yes, we understand the darkness. Darkness is simple Gain power and control at any cost. But what about the light? The light is more difficult to find and even more difficult to keep. The darkness can smother the light when there is no one to stand against it. When there is so much evil in the galaxy, is it worth standing against, knowing you will more than likely die? Die...before you even see the results to your fight?

For some, the line is clear but the path lonely. They soldier on, the light they know to be true pressing them ever onward. They trust it to lead them.


"As I stand here on the bridge of my ship I feel empty. My fathers death two years ago and my brothers disappearance has left me alone and without an equal. I have my student, but he's too young for the problems of the galaxy. The Force has me searching, searching for someone with the sight. A girl named Arianna, I would start searching at her planet but... the asteroid field where the planet was supposed to be didn't give me any clues. The rumors in the underground say that she's a smuggler... If I don't find her soon I fear something terrible will happen."

For some the line is grey and blurred. They don't know where they stand or how to change. They don't know who to trust...they don't even know if they can trust themselves. Yet, even so, all they need is for someone to see in them what no one will. They need to know the light within them is as strong as the darkness...and that there is a chance to escape it.

"It's been three years since I was given my assignment by the Emperor. Three years I have personally dealt his justice and brought law to those he deems criminals. From the 'rogue' Jedi to women and children. Families killed and towns razed to the ground. I can't stop these hands of mine from killing, perhaps I can change who they kill."

For others still, those who choose not to take a side, there is only their own life to care about. All they know is to stay one step ahead of anything or anyone that would threaten to keep them down. Surviving, but not really living. Where is the hope in that?

"This galaxy is a sham. Everyone screams freedom but no one ever really is. Everyone belongs to some one or some cause. Everyone is a prisoner of something. Me? I'm a prisoner of my past...but I don't let that hold me back. I keep going forward, trying to outrun it. When my planet was destroyed, it was destroyed needlessly. The Empire claimed we supported the Jedi, claimed we were hiding them. Bah! Jedi are just faerie stories and an excuse for the Empire to try out their new toys.

The struggle for power from the higher ups in this system is getting more and more intense. I can't stay in one place for too long with so many people out for my head. I've got a a bounty hunter and her lackeys after me, I've got the Empire frizzed off because I destroyed one of their ships...that happened to have a general in it...and I've got this feeling that some one is looking for me...Heh, I guess we'll see which of the three will be worse when we meet, won't we? I have a feeling things are about to heat up..."

The galaxy has many voices, many enemies, and too few allies. Where is your voice? Where do you stand? ...And will it even matter? Will you be heard?