Old to New (abandoned)

Michael adored the Old Republic Era. Revan, Malak, & HK-47 were all perfect in his mind. But with the Clone Wars series still fresh in his mind he was conflicted. He wanted both, but did not want to destroy the “canon” any further than Disney already had.

After some pondering, Michael concluded it would be best to start with the old and work his way to forward. This would give him time to build up his own army, his own Empire without simply handing waving their existence in.

But to do this, he would need companions. Loyal agents who can aid him and enforce his will. The main characters of the Old Republic were out of the question; again Michael did not want to ruin the already skewered timeline. So by his logic the events of KOTOR 1 & 2 were canon but the main characters still had roles to play in case he wanted to expand on the lore and make more material canon. So Revan, Bastila and Meetra Surik were out. But that freed up the minor and companion characters, especially those whose fates were unknown.

Three individuals came to mind. First was the sultry indigo Twi’lek female Yuthura Ban. A former **** turned Jedi turned Sith. Michael was annoyed when he didn’t discover her fate after Malak had attacked the Jedi Temple on Dantooine. He had worked so hard to redeem her too. Second was Belaya a Human female Jedi Knight whose fate also remained unresolved at the end of KOTOR. While a minor character, her possible romance with her fellow Jedi Juhani was something Michael didn’t want to overlook or miss jumping aboard the ship train if it was true. Third was Juhani, a Cathar female belonging to the sub-species ironically of the same name as her own. A Jedi Knight who's skill in stealth and lightsaber combat would prove useful in battles to come.

With his list created Michael began imagining the space around him becoming more and more compressed and intangible until he felt himself being propelled through dimensions. He came into existence with no ground beneath his feet or air to fill his lungs. He screamed out in despair before remembering his new found divinity and discovering one of its many perks. Apparently he could breathe in a vacuum.

As he collected himself, Michael played over the timeline in his head.

The year was 3,956 BBY, it had been mere hours ago that two massive fleets battled for the fate of the galaxy in this, the Lehon system. One side was the Republic and its fabled Jedi guardians. The other was a sad mockery of the original Sith Empire. Instead of the ancient red skinned Sith filling its ranks, the majority of ****-users were Dark Jedi who had been persuaded, intimidated or tortured into embracing the Dark Side of the ****. Soldiers were either recent defectors or veterans of the Mandalorian Wars with **** droids filling in where was needed.

Darth Malak utilizing an ancient ****-imbued Rakatan space station; the Star Forge began pumping out an endless number of warships. Near the end of the war all believed the Sith would claim victory. But in the final battle, Revan; the redeemed Dark Lord of the Sith slew his former friend and apprentice aboard the very station the pair had worked so hard to find.

With their armies leaderless and their main source of supplies destroyed Malak’s Sith Empire fell to in-fighting. Bring an end to the Jedi Civil War.

For his heroic deeds, Revan and his compatriots were awarded the Republic’s highest honor; the Star of Glory and a half-assed pat on the back before the Republic fleet withdrew from the system with plans on rebuilding the worlds the Sith had destroyed. While the Jedi saw to their own problems of their Order’s dwindling number.

Revan departed some time after venturing into Unknown Space leaving his friends and lover; Bastila Shan behind. Michael gazed across the void, noting the leftover debris of the battle. The Star Forge being the largest among them. He considered reconstructing the station immediately, but decided against it. It wasn’t going anywhere and before he created his future war machine he wanted a place where his people could call a home.

Turning his gaze to the system itself Michael pushed out with his senses. Echoes of sentient life pushed and pulled upon the surface of Lehon. The Rakata still lived, if only barely and without the numbers to sustain a viable gene pool their slow extinction would be complete within a few more generations.

Pushing the fate of the Rakatan people to the wayside Michael continued forward. With some effort he drifted through space until he orbited Desten; the fifth planet orbiting the star Abo in the system. A gray, airless rock and after a moment Michael concluded it was also lifeless. This would do he thought.

Wanting to test the upper limits of his powers as both a god and a ****-user creating an entirely new ecosystem on a barren world was perfect. Reaching outward his fingers extended palms flat Michael concentrated. It didn’t come naturally as he had hoped; despite his status as a god it was all still too new to him. Lacking training in how to use the **** also didn’t add in favor to his situation. To this point, he had been using the **** on pure instinct.

He could will himself into a master ****-user with the slimmest of gestures. But such cheap ways around his problem only served to anger and annoy him. Michael was a fan of this universe even if he was a god within it. The man wanted to understand and experience things, and learning how to master the **** was near the top.

As he floated there his arms outstretched, he questioned the difference between the **** and his divine powers before redoubling his attention back to the matter at hand. Questions such as those could be saved till later.

The power came as a trickle at first, a few drops to be exact. Affecting something other than himself seemed to require a greater deal of power and focus, an entire planet doubly so. But it was happening if ever so slowly, the atmosphere was churning, changing. Through the **** he felt energies take root as the atmosphere darkened.

Soon the trickle of power grew into a river as the wind of the planet altered direction gathering up dirt and dust before depositing them miles away from where they originated. It was at the point when the river of power became a monsoon the fledgling god envisioned the energy taking shape.

Great tendrils of light materialized amid the sky before falling into the earth; like the fingers of an attentive gardener. They danced across the face of Desten, leaving mile long trenches and holes across its surface spreading energies in their wake.

The world heaved and convulsed, entire mountain ranges were reduced to nothing but rubble as the Light Side settled into the world’s core and with a titanic gasp the world took its first breath, reborn a new.

It had taken thirty excruciating days and nights before his work was complete. The once gray filled world had been transformed into a sea of oranges and blues. He strolled through the orange grasslands and red forests and across the surface of the ocean, admiring its crystal clear waters. Listening to the various chirps and growls of prey and predators.

He hadn’t fallen asleep until the thirty-first day out of fear. The godling was half expecting to wake up and find it had all been a dream. But he awoke amid the field of flowers he had collapsed in the night before. Rested and not the least bit hungry Michael was ready to continue on his adventure.

Reaching out with the ****, he found the planet he was looking for after a number of minutes. A sphere of bright gold and deep green spun in the void in the Outer Rim.

Dantooine, here he would hopefully find the two of the three he sought. If they still yet live, Michael thought darkly. He had not wanted to attempt raising the dead this early on his journey; hopefully he could avoid such an endeavor this early in.