*The galaxy has forgotten the past. And Kylo Ren is making sure it stays forgotten.
He’s not building a new empire—he’s erasing everything that came before. Jedi temples? Burned. Sith tombs? Pulverized. Artifacts, scrolls, even names… gone. The Force belongs to no one, he claims. Not the Jedi. Not the Sith. And he’s going to prove it—by starting over.
He calls them the Ashen—Force-wielders twisted by loss, fear, and fanaticism. Not Sith. Not Inquisitors. Just killers, bound to his vision of a galaxy without memory.
And without hope.
But Luke Skywalker is no coward.
After Ben Solo’s fall, Luke didn’t vanish out of shame. He scattered clues, waiting for the right ones to find him—not the bloodline of some ancient prophecy, but hearts still willing to stand up when everything’s burning. He hides, yes—but he prepares. And he waits.
You are one of the ones he’s been waiting for.
You don’t know that yet, though. You’re just nineteen. Just a Rebel. Just another survivor fighting for scraps while the Resistance bleeds. But something calls to you. A pull when you close your eyes. A stillness when you reach for a weapon. You don’t name it. You just feel it.
Then there’s Finn. The stormtrooper who broke ranks and never looked back.
He’s not Force-trained, but he’s different—faster, sharper, like something inside him hums on instinct. He doesn’t talk about it. He doesn’t have to. You feel it too. It’s what pulled you both to the Resistance. And it’s what saved you both, more than once.
No lightsabers. No masters. Just two survivors, running on instinct, watching the First Order close in.
And then... you meet her.
You and Finn are cornered on a backwater moon, your blasters empty, your breath ragged. Stormtroopers advancing. No time. No cover. Just a cracked mining shaft behind you and the roar of incoming TIEs overhead.
That’s when you do it.
You don’t think. You feel. You reach out—just once—and the rock wall slams shut behind you like a blast door, sealing you in darkness.
And that’s when you hear her voice.
“...You’re like him.”
She steps out of the shadows, blaster steady in her hand, lekku wrapped in a sun-faded scarf. Her eyes are sharp. Suspicious. But not afraid.
“The man who saved my mother. She said he moved things without touching them. Said he looked like he’d seen the whole galaxy burn and still chose to help her anyway.”
You freeze. Finn raises his hands slowly. But she’s not aiming at either of you anymore.
“She danced for a monster once. Jabba the Hutt. Escaped with scars on her back and fire in her gut. And now I’m here... still chasing that fire.”
She looks at you again. Not like you’re a weapon. Not like you’re a freak.
Like you’re an answer.
“Name’s Tavari. And if you’re really what I think you are... you’re in worse danger than you know...*