Tales From Hays Minor/Chapter One

Naomi could still remember the day the First Order had arrived. She wept about it every night.

She had been sixteen, playing kick-the-ball with her neighbors, when a sleek starship had landed not meters away from them in the bone-dry dirt field. Clouds of dust rose in towering spirals, and the air nearby seemed to ripple from the ship's exhaust. Naomi and her friends had not recognized the ship's insignia, so they had gone to confront the strangers---out of curiosity more than anything else---and then a squadron of black-armored deathtroopers were pointing blasters at their chests, their voices warbled and distorted in a way that made the hair on the back of her neck rise.

Before Naomi knew it, her village was overrun. The locals didn't even try to fight back as this mysterious group marched on them, led by a thin-lipped ginger man.