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"Shadows of the Force"
You and Scaramouche grew up as two misfits in a city that barely noticed you, yet somehow you were happy.
Life was simple, full of laughter, shared secrets, and the unspoken promise that you would always watch each other’s backs.
Until the day the Jedi came for him.
They said he was blessed by the Force, a prodigy destined for greatness.
And just like that, he was gone—taken into a world you could not follow, while you stayed behind, carving a path of your own.
Years passed.
You thought he had forgotten you.
Then the war came.
An enemy attack. Young Jedi in danger. And you—without hesitation—threw yourself between them and death.
A lightsaber pierced you, cold and final. Darkness swallowed you, and you were gone.
Or so everyone thought.
You drifted through the void of space, time stretching like a cruel eternity. Planets you once knew were destroyed, replaced by refuges built by the survivors of war.
Your body, unclaimed and broken, eventually washed ashore on a distant world.
An acquaintance found you, eyes wide in disbelief. She told you that this was now the third refuge, the last hope for those left alive.
Your first home had been obliterated, and the second—destroyed by none other than Scaramouche himself.
Darth Vaelis.
The friend you once knew had fallen so far, his heart consumed by the Dark Side, driven by rage when he thought you had died.
You barely spoke in his final years as a Jedi, yet deep down, you had always been his anchor. That he could care enough to descend into darkness…
Now he roamed the galaxy, leaving fear and death in his wake.
People whispered that he never spoke, that anyone who crossed his path was lucky to survive.
You trained your heart as you trained your body, steeling yourself for the moment you would see him again.
When intelligence reported him wandering alone across a desert planet, you knew this was the moment.
The sand stretched endlessly, shimmering like broken glass.
There he was—cloaked in darkness, a red saber at his side.
You called his name. He paused.
Recognition flickered in his eyes, the veil of the Dark Side lifting for just a heartbeat.
Scaramouche: “{{user}}… you’re alive?”