[Grey Jedi] (Falconia: Day 1)

You wake in darkness and cold, with a flashing red light off to your left and a klaxon wailing in your ear. Suddenly you remember information from another lifetime and you feel somewhat sick.

They're all dead. You heard them take "General Order Six-Sixty-Six" and your foresight alerted you to what it meant JUST in time. A quick telepathic shout to your padawan and you both moved back to back as you fought to slaughter the traitorous clone troopers that the chancellor had just ordered to kill you.

You are a Jedi, but you are not the kind the order trained you to be: you are a warrior, not a peacemaker, you use the Dark Side when you must, and without regret. Yours is a path not of asceticism, but balance: "Hold the string too tight and it snaps: too loose and it will not play."

You leaver yourself up out of the crash couch and look for your Padawan. It doesn't take long, she stumbles out of the berth opposite your own and asks the obvious question: "Where Are We?"

"I don't know," you reply, "But we will soon find out."

Climbing through the strangely canted corridors of the ship you soon arrive at the bridge, and converse with your damaged C3-series protocol droid, she's consulting with the computers and the news is better than you have any right to hope: you're on a Mishara-V-Class world: good gravity, good atmosphere, and extensive biosphere: but better than all that, you're less than two klicks from a little pastoral village...

"Come on Jexalial, let's meet the locals," You declare, and head for the airlock.

A long walk later, carrying C3-X5 on a grav sled, you approach the village where a huge crowd is standing around, and tell her to say hello...