Star Wars I: Forever Autumn/Part 1

Prologue: The Sorcerer of Juoruo
"I never liked the term 'terrorist'... It always left a sour taste on my mouth because my name appeared among those considered 'terrorists' on the telecomputer, but the thing is, is I never understood why. I get that our cause was for the betterment of the world, so why were we being treated like scum on the sole of Velekk's shoe? Perhaps they saw our cause in a different light, but I don't understand why they did what they did to us. When I was growing up, I was always told by my parents that I was destined for great things... that I was a leader for a cause to liberate our people from the graps of Velekk. My parents could have been wrong though... King Velekk ripped their bodies apart like branches on a tree. I still remember the splash of mis-colored blood across my left cheek: a reminder that no matter what I do, there will always be loss at every corner... but to never look back, and to always push forward!"

As the gates began to open up, the familiar smell of an autumn breeze clutched the nostrils of hundreds of men patched together through their battle armor. As her glasses looked upon the marching YL-200's, her voice only grew bolder as she stood upon the three crates stacked on top of each other, looking down at the battle-hardened combatants.

"... This war is not yours to take... the world is ours to take! Resistance, Attack!"

As her voice uttered the last syllable, she jumped down in front of the soldiers, raising her fist up in gesture of democracy through victory. She proceeded to run out ahead, with her men following her proudly. As they entered the battlefield in droves, it caught the un-noticing droids by surprise, catching them off guard as positions were taken in the mountain range and firefighting began. Artillery shells rocked the mountain side as they bombarded the YL's, crushing their armor in seconds as troops continued to poor out the armory and pile onto the frontlines. Within minutes, the couple dozen droids scouting the Kembala mountains were defeated, all of them destroyed. With the last droid being shot, the hundreds of soldiers began celebrating while still in the ravine, patting each other on the back in sensable enjoyment.