All That Remains: Overcome/Prologue

The walls rushed by fast yet slow as Mirion’s legs ran down the halls, seemingly controlled by an unseen force. Though, at the same time, he was at peace. He felt no pain, no suffering, and most importantly, he felt no empty space in his heart. He thought nothing, he felt nothing, and he was at peace.

The walls were familiar, though, and he felt it tug at his mind like baby poking their mother yet she could not see nor hear him. He waved the feeling away and he continued to feel at ease.

Suddenly, a female voice called out his name, soft enough not to be heard yet loud enough to be. Mirion once again got that feeling of something familiar and he followed the entrancing voice. He somehow knew where he was going though he does not remember where he is. He walked into a room with a lady opening the door where a figure dressed in a black robe and blond hair stood. The figure took a step in after the lady invited him to do so, and he stood there again looking at Mirion with green eyes filled with sorrow and remorse. The look did not stop at the eyes, for it stretched and covered the man’s youthful yet strong features that were scarred with signs of an old and wearisome man. Stubble showed vaguely and somehow he felt the man pitying him.

The lady spoke with her overpowering voice, “Mirion, say hello to Master Skywalker.” Mirion thought he could sense sadness coming from her too, and he wondered at what was happening. “He had some news about daddy.” Mirion stared at her, daddy? Then this must be my mother, he thought. He frowned and looked back at the man. Mirion lost control of his body again. “Hello.” He said with his voice still high in pitch with youth. The man, Skywalker he guessed, nodded and a grin flashed across his intriguing features while he returned the greeting. Then, as if remembering his business there, his grin disappeared and he put on his signature grim face again. Master Skywalker shook his head slightly, almost unnoticeably, and he began by motioning Mirion to a chair on his left. Seeing no other option, Mirion reluctantly sat down. Skywalker grabbed a nearby chair and also sat, he settled into his seat that was in front of Mirion and seemed to think how to start talking. A few moments later, the man began, “How are you doing?” He asked, and Mirion looked at him, puzzled.

Still bewildered, he replied, “Good.” And Mirion took a look at his ‘mother’ who bore a look that seemed to be on the edge of crying. Again, Mirion shifted his gaze back onto Master Skywalker who has forced a smile onto his face. “We know you have been worried about your father and that you’ve been wanting to know his whereabouts.” Skywalker stopped for a second as if expecting a reply, but the only thing Mirion did was cock his head, I did? He asked himself. Skywalker started again, “We know where he is.” He said almost regretfully. Mirion decided to play along, “Where is he then?” He asked.

Skywalker stared at him again, “I don’t know how to say this but…” He paused for a second, then continued, “He’s dead…” Mirion’s eyebrows furrowed and then he heard his mother let out a small cry and he turned towards her to she her on her knees, her elegant frame was being shaken by powerful sobs. He again lost control of his body, and he joined his mother with the crying. Even Master Skywalker wept, and after hours and hours of endless crying, a flood of tears threatened to drown him. He felt the water rise over his head and he tried to swim to the surface, but his body was weighed down by an unseen rock. He gasped for air only to receive a salty mouthful of the water. He choked and gagged, trying to omit the water from his lungs, but he realized it was futile. He felt blackness enclose around him, but he stood there in the darkness with no evidence of any the flood, the house, his ‘mother’, or the mysterious Skywalker. Then, as if a pray had been answered, from somewhere, he heard a Skywalker say ‘He sacrificed himself to save the galaxy…’ Then there was a pause, ‘One thousand to one….’

Mirion Rhysode woke in a start, then reality hit him and he took in air in short ragged breaths for a few seconds. He reached for the towel that sat by his bed, and he wiped the cold sweat from his tan face and bare white torso. With a shake of his head, he stood up and ran a calloused hand through his damp, black hair. As he dropped his hand, he stared at it, thinking how long it has been since that day he has learned of his father’s death, and how young he has been, twenty years ago.

As he grew up, though, his body changed. His black hair began to grow a little awkwardly until he realized it started to grow wavy. He inherited his father’s fair skin that had a tendency to tan, as well as his blue eyes. A strong jaw and medium built arms and chest accompanied these features. From his mother, he got a slightly graceful frame and long legs combined with his father’s height as he reached over 1.8 meters. For this, he made a unique lightsaber that was a little longer than other normal ones. Unusually, he also inherited his father’s passion to become a hero, and he hoped the opportunity would arise soon.

Out of the silence, “You were tossing and turning…” A female voice spoke from behind him, “How bad was it this time?” She asked. Mirion put on a grimacing smile on, and he turned towards his wife Tirea. He walked to her and started rubbing her shoulders that were covered with a white robe. He stared at her black hair, seemingly hypnotized, and said nothing for a few lingering moments. Tirea turned her head slightly but not enough to disturb his massaging. Finally, Mirion spoke, “It was the same…” He spoke almost silently, “I was walking down my halls, not in control, then my mother called me.” He spoke a Corellian curse as tears rolled restrictively down his cheeks, and he stood there trying to get in control again. “Master Skywalker was ther-” He paused for a second, “Wait…” Mirion said aloud, though not any louder than a whisper, “Master Skywalker was different this time.” He said thoughtfully, the tears were gone as soon as they came

Tirea looked at him, a puzzled expression written clearly on her face, “How?” She asked while she brushed a hair out of Mirion’s face. Mirion glanced at her and looked over her face. With high cheekbones; small ears; polished, olive skin; pitch-black hair; green eyes, Mirion often wondered whether he deserved such a women, as perfect as she was. Tirea smiled back at him, turning her whole slender built body to face him. Mirion sighed and leaned forward a little bit as if giving up. “He had a darker presence,” He stopped as if gathering his word, “I do not know what it means but…” Again, he paused, and then started, “It was the force… Warning me…” He let out a Corellian curse again, “Someone is going, I can feel it,” He stared into the bottomless pool of his wife’s eyes, “My bones ache, my flesh crawls, my mind whirs, but I still don’t know who it will be …” He let out a long, quiet breath, “Help me, please.” He didn’t just ask, he stated it. “Please…” Now he pleaded her.



The next morning, Mirion walked into the Jedi Council room and went to the back of the room. The Jedi Council has been pressured to intervene in the now resurrected Bpfasshi Dark Jedi Uprising in the Bpfassh System. It has been many years since the devastating Clone Wars Uprising of the Dark Jedi Bpfasshi, who was defeated by a task force led by Grand Master Yoda. Even before that the Bpfasshi have revolted. In 700 BBY, a cult of Dark Jedi Bpfasshi rose up and attempted to establish themselves throughout the Bpfassh system. A jedi team chased them down and Minch, leader of the jedi team, confronted the Dark Jedi leader in the now known Dark Side Cave. The Bpfasshi mocked the jedi and attempted to kill him but was mortally injured and died there. Ironically, the jedi Minch was of the same race as Master Yoda. For these reasons, the Bpfasshi developed harsh feelings towards the Jedi. Still, though, the Bpfasshi did align themselves with the New Republic, but this action threatened that they might break away. The Bpfasshi, instead of small numbers, had an approximate number of 1,000 as the scouts report. The Head-of-State of the New Republic, Cha Niathal, has requested a meeting with them to discuss this precariously dangerous matter.

Cha Niathal usurped leadership from Cal Omas a year ago, and now she has just set up an alliance between her and the Jedi Council, though Mirion opposed to do that, most Jedi Masters ruled in favor. She was born shortly after the battle of Yavin, yet she still looked liked she did a decade ago. She usually had white clothing on nowadays since she began her office position. She shared her Mon Calamari orange skin color as well as their fish shaped head.

Though, Mirion was a Jedi Knight, he was known to be a reasonable voice in negotiation along with being skilled with a lightsaber in Juyo, Djem So, Makashi, and Ataru. This time, though, he was facing politicians, who he disliked. He trained much because he had his father’s desire to become a hero. Which he secretly hoped this will be the time to prove himself one.

Mirion heard him before he even opened the doors to the chamber. Head-of-State Cha Niathal walked to the middle of the room with two of the six guards that accompanied her. “Greetings, Master Jedis.” She said casually, tiredness plagued her words, though she didn’t show it. After all the Masters have returned the greeting, Cha began, “To business,” She cleared his throat, “The Bpfasshi has apparently decided to revolt again. Yet this time they are prepared.” Mirion noted that Cha’s hand twitched, “The scouts have reported 1,000 Dark Jedi and mercenaries.” She looked at Master Skywalker with an impassive gaze. Mirion looked at the Grand Master but his sister Leia, who decided to attend the meeting, decided to speak, “We have enough Jedi to meet their numbers,” She paused for a second, “Even surpass their numbers if needed, but it will take great majority of the Jedi that are already out to make that large of a number.” She met Cha’s gaze and it was the Head-of-State that looked away.

Not looking back at the female jedi, she asked, “How many do you need?” She still had the impassive gaze on her face but her eyes betrayed her, for they showed fear and restlessness.

Leia waited this time, and looked at her brother, who said, “Three, maybe four hundred soldiers.” He also had an impassive gaze on, but certain features showed pain and tiredness. Most likely from the death of Mara Jade, who was his wife. Mara Jade was employed by the Emperor to kill Luke Skywalker, but she ended up marrying him after the death of Palpatine. After Jacen Solo turned to the dark side, Mara hunted him down but failed to kill him for Jacen poisoned her. Leia also held her brother’s pain for the loss of her son.

For a second, Cha looked as if she had been punched then the look was gone, replaced by the return of the steely, impassive gaze. “That’s a little hard to summon.” was all the Head-of-State said.

A silent tension settled over the room, but Mirion broke it after a few seconds, “That is not applicable,” He returned the steely hard stare that came from Cha. “We need the soldiers, whether or not it will take some effort.” Mirion rolled his eyes, though he knew it was barely noticeable, he saw a flame ignite in Cha’s eyes, “The problem with politicians these days are that they are afraid to get dirty.” Mirion said and the flame grew tenfold. Suddenly, a grin broke out onto Mirion’s face, growing bigger as he spoke, “Your scared of us.”

Cha tried to look abashed but he ultimately failed. Still, Mirion’s grin was stolen away as Cha replied sluggishly, “I am not afraid of the Jedi.” He covered jedi thickly with sarcasm. “I am afraid of giving Jedi power.”

Years ago, the Emperor Palpatine, who was also a Sith Lord, then Supreme Chancellor, activated Order 66 to wipe out the Old Jedi Order. He succeeded in wiping out a large amount of the Jedi, almost to extinction, but some courageous jedi survived. Jedi Master Mace Windu led a small force of four jedi, not including himself, to arrest the Chancellor, who supposedly claimed that the Jedi Council were going to overthrow him, and every jedi died until only Windu and the Chancellor remained dueling. Finally, the Jedi got the upper hand and right when he was going to deliver the final blow, Anakin Skywalker arrived to plead for the Chancellor’s life. While Windu’s attention was not on him, Palpatine let loose Force Lightning at him. Mace was able to deflect the lightning back at the Sith Lord, and with that, Palpatine’s skin was permanently scarred. Anakin then cut off Mace’s hand and then the Sith shot him with the lightning and the renowned Jedi Master flew out the window and died. The Chancellor then went to the Senate with this and claimed that the attempt was to take control of the Republic. With that, the Emperor formed the Empire and the era of injustice began.

Mirion’s face formed into a hostile scowl, “You believe in those child tales?” He said a little louder than he intended to. “They are completely untrue and based on conspiracy.” He walked closer to the Head-of-State. Mirion noted that the arms of her guards tensed up. With that, he stopped and wrapped his right hand around his lightsaber hanging at his belt. By that time, some members of the council have stood up, Kyp Durron, Corran Horn, Kyle Katarn, each with their lightsaber either in their hands or on their belt with their hand on it. “Oh, give it up.” A calmer Jedi Master, Kenth Hamner, spoke with a tone of finality and calmness. With that, the standing members of the Council sat back down and Mirion went back to the wall.

Cha looked Mirion over and said, “I’ll forget that insult for the sake that I need the Jedi,” A smile seemed to cross Cha’s usually impassive Corellian features, and Mirion felt his blood start to pump and flow faster, “Despite how I feel towards the Jedi.” Luke, getting irritated, spoke, “We need soldiers or the Bpfasshi has a chance of winning.” Cha stood there and thought, tapping her chin with her index finger all the while. She spoke, “I will give you the soldiers you speak of, but” She stopped suddenly as if measuring the reaction among the council, “You will need to pay for a fourth of the damages and casualties that happen in the Bpfassh System.” She smiled and revealed perfectly white and straight teeth. “Deal?” She asked, still smiling deviously.

Luke and the other members of the Council remained impassive, this seemed to disappoint Cha because she dropped her smile and put on a frown. Then, Luke replied, “We will have to think on this matter.” This put Cha’s frown even deeper. “Not to long though.” Luke spoke up again, yet this did nothing to raise the frown on her face.

Cha spoke no warmer than her cold features showed, “Well, I must leave you to think then, good day.” She said with an edge in her voice. She flipped her white cape, and turned to leave, her flowing cape following her.

After Luke guessed she was gone and out of hearing range, he began, “Well, Mirion?” Luke turned and gestured him to go in front of the Council.

After Mirion reached the center of the room, he started, “Well, Niathal is practically pleading, underneath that orange skin of hers.” He smiled, “As I have pointed out, she is also scared of us.” His grin grew wider as Kenth shook his head.

Master Durron quickly decided to change subject, “I know you are going to accept her offer, but” He looked at Mirion then back at Luke, “Who is going to attend the troops?” He asked. Luke put his chin into his hands and sat thinking, “I feel the dark side looming upon that world.” He said, seemingly not hearing the question. “Darkness is coming.” He turned to Mirion, “I sense some concern radiating from you.” Luke and several members of the Council raised their eyebrows at him in question.

Mirion tried to look abashed as Cha did, but like her, he failed. He rubbed his eyes and let out a sigh, “I have…” He paused to clear his throat, “I have been getting dreams,” He looked around the at the Council members as he spoke to judge their reactions, “As like Anakin Skywalker has before me.” Every member of the Council remained calm, but to Mirion’s eyes, several of the members had an uncomfortable look in their eyes.

Kenth Hamner was the first to break the uncomfortable silence in the room, “As I have sensed these things,” He reverted to an old Jedi quote, “The future is always in motion,” He looked at Mirion in the eyes, “Always.” He said firmly.

Luke gestured for Kenth to silence, “About who?” The Grand Master asked passionately. Mirion shrugged a little and started, “I do not know.” He said quietly, and bowed his head in shame of this. He dared not look at the faces of the Council, fearing he has failed them somehow. As his head was bowed, he heard murmurs come from the Council. Hopeful, he raised his head slowly. As he lifted his head, he saw that all the members had a blank expression on their faces. “Please, I beg of you, help me.” He said to them, all the while full of shame.

Luke and the others stared at him and again an uncomfortable silence fell over the members of the room. Finally, Kyp Durron spoke up, “I think we should send Mirion, he seems fit for the job.” The Jedi Master looked around, and most of the members nodded their head in agreement.