Rise

[Amelia von Sorenn]

The stage was set, and soon a galaxy would be changed. A day would be remembered when those whom had seen enough decided to rise up, and today would be such. The galaxy was hurt; burning as the wars of the Force Users tore across the planets and systems, displacing billions in the process. No, it could no longer be tolerated, it could no longer be permitted. The galaxy was scared by those whom used the Force, the rifts that remained a mark of the worst of them all. ​

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Corellia lain broken, and yet there were those whom ensured that the scars left upon the galaxy remained open. There were those whom resided within whom did no belong there. The Nether was for the dead, and it should have been untouched by the living. Now though something had to be done. ​

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As she stood silently, her eyes falling upon the horizon, she watched as fire began to spread. The peace, although tenuous as it had been upon the world was easily broken. Those in the various castes seemed to foster hatred and anger towards others, and it was a fire that was easily fueled. This was the first step in cleansing a world that was otherwise corrupted and had fallen upon the wheel of stagnation. ​

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Growth would come from fire, and from those rising to take their place in the world. Banners were streaming across the fields of battle among those that wanted the system to remain, and among those whom were rising up. The sun slowly shown through the red sky, tinting the landscape in a deep orange that was only outdone by the blood red that coated the streets and buildings. ​

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Gripping the hilt of her blade, she pulled it from the body of an individual that sought to take her. Pushing forward, she was joined by others, only to stop for a moment as she stepped upon a small barricade. Her eyes scanning along the faces that stood there, among those that looked towards her before pushing forward once more. The sounds of weapons being discharged tore through the air as she stood silently upon her perch. ​

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Now she knew without a doubt in her mind that it would be word of this cleansing that would reach the ears of those across the Galaxy. It was to be the first among many worlds, and the call would rise upon the wind. It would be carried across the stellar winds as billions chanted throughout the galaxy. ​

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"There is no Chaos, there is Order." ​

 

[Tyr Caalgen]

Those who had no power to do so were lying dead. The Force, it was all a lie. They once said it was tranquil, but these men - criminal or innocent, still or chopped up, electrocuted or asphyxiated, are proof it isn't. The Force was all over the galaxy, and so it must be perished - Piece, by, piece. All it did was to create hatred between people and scorch every peaceful man's land. It blinded people on making them believe that it is the only way to achieve prosperity, while thousands or more shall suffer everyday in the hands of its users. The Force wasn't pretty, it never was. It tore the peace apart, gave chaos on these people. We shall avenge. There shall be order.​

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His eyes snapped under dim light, observing disorder, as he sat on a nearby bench. Shattered glass, and scattered bodies. The rattle of guns, and sorrow. Sorrow that is never to be removed. It was another day in Corellia. Scenery was dense, whilst every man on this planet is either a fanatic or some bloodthirsty karker.​

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" May the gods know what have they become. " ​

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