No, my father didn’t fight in the wars. He was a navigator on a spice freighter.
That’s what your uncle told you. He didn’t hold with your father’s ideals. Thought he should have stayed here and not gotten involved.
You fought in the Clone Wars?
Yes, I was once a Jedi Knight the same as your father.
I wish I’d known him.
He was the best star-pilot in the galaxy, and a cunning warrior.
The young man thumbs the plasblade’s stud while the old man smiles, his eyes travelling back to a distant time…
The GALACTIC DEMOCRON shines across a million suns, an interlocking nexus of cultures united in representative politics on its shining capital planet. It has stood for 20,000 solar years, an elegant frozen tableau of 1970s-ish American suburbia protected by its enigmatic and vaguely Asian battle-sages, the KNIGHTS OF WUXIA. It might stand for a hundred thousand more. But dark winds of change are swirling, amid rumours that the dreaded DARK LORDS OF NU-METAL, last faced a thousand years ago, have returned. Their terrible leader, CHAD NYKYLBACK…
Yes, okay, but how does it actually work? This whole galaxy-falls-to-fascism-in-a-generation thing?