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By now, though, it was already too late. She quickly called me, and a conversation followed... We agreed to meet up, and it was in a hotel room. She had rented this to be discreet, and now, I sat on the bed, waiting for her to arrive.

OC INFO INCOMING:

Krass spent most of his life in service of the republic. It wasn't direct, most of it, but since he was a kid, he sort of "Shadowed" His father who was a fleet admiral in the republic's military. It was discovered that he was minorly force sensitive as well, but the Jedi decided not to train him, because of the fact that he would've been more difficult to train than a more traditional Padawan, because he was Just under the threshold for it. So, He followed his fathers path, and ended up becoming a fleet admiral. However, he served much more purpose as a tactician in the ship, usually not fighting in actual land battles. Skip ahead a few years, and order 66 happens. The Jedi general that he worked with ended up sacrificing herself for him, essentially allowing him to get out through the only escape pod left, before she was overwhelmed by clone troopers. She was a Mikkian Jedi knight, and he holds great survivors guilt over this. I believe every character needs to have a flaw, he has several. One being that he does hold a bit of resentment for the jedi order, despite personally working with 2 of them occasionally and them being great, purely because they decided not to train him. The second flaw, is that he sometimes has trouble when shit actually hits the fan. That flaw comes because he largely never saw any real frontline combat. And then, the third one, is that he just, feels a shit ton of guilt. He has that baggage, because he did actually develop a bit of a crush on the Jedi Knight that he worked with, but he never dared to make a move romantically, because, well, it was forbidden. This made him knowing that she died on that ship even more heart wrenching to him, because he never told her, and because he wishes that he could have done more.

Now, with that in mind, I'll shoot out a starter here, and keep in mind I can also do first or third person depending on what's preffered. This takes place sometime after the events of rebels, but before the events of the Ahsoka show, post-empire fall.

I sat in this imperial prison cell, rotting away. It was on a planet, in the middle of nowhere, and I had been locked away for years. I had no idea that the empire had fallen. I had some sort of idea that the chain of command had fallen, but I had no idea it was to that extent. All I could hear right now, was blaster fire. But, I didn't move from my cell. As bleaque as it was, the empire killed prisoners that didn't cooperate, or flinched when the others were shot. But, I was very surprised, when a squad of people walked up to me, and specifically, a Twi'lek. The empire didn't allow Twi'lek's within their ranks.

"Who are you, exactly?" I asked her, addressing her directly through the door of the cell, even if it was clear that SHE was the squad leader, and I probably should've been addressing not her, but the other members of her squad, instead.

In the middle of nowhere on Earth, I was minding my business walking the dirt road when an overhead shadow appeared in my vision. As I looked up to the sky, I noticed that a figure was blocking the sun…and was wearing the exact same color as Superman…except it wasn’t Superman. It was a woman with dirty blonde hair and a determined look in her eyes.

“Uhh..may I help you stranger?” I yelled out to the person who was floating above me in the sky.