Prologue
I remember the day I was born...I still bare the scars.
A hushed, grim breeze chilled the air causing brown leaves to murmur amongst themselves upon dead branches. Still bodies lay strewn along the ground. Once thought lifeless hands still gripped blasters in silent defiance. The sound of Orin Prime engines fell upon deaf ears as it soon faded away in full retreat. Utter defeat...or so it was thought...
A gasp. A life. Soon to be thrown into the chaos of war.