Star Wars: Resurfaced/ Prologue

Here's the prologue, everybody!

Prologue
Five year old Mission Onasi sat up with a start, sweating profusely. It was that dream again. More like a nightmare than a dream, to be more accurate.

Oh, the nightmares weren't new. In fact, it was the same one every single time. The silver-plated bodies... the smell of smoke from blaster fire... the sounds of blades of energy clashing together in battle...

That was all too familiar. And Mission didn't know what to think of any of it. But there was one thing that bothered her the most. As the bodies fell on either side of her, as the horrible slaughter occurred before her eyes, she sensed something. Something dangerous. Something that caused her to stand up and run in the nightmare, something that was chasing her. And the voices that swarmed her mind simply added to the fear.

"The Force can do terrible things to a mind."

"Set me free from this pain, father...."

"I sense it too..."

"Whoever it is you're waiting for... they're never coming back."

"Luke... trust in the Force..."

And suddenly Mission found herself face to face with some man in a dark cloak. He'd grab something from his belt and from that object a blade of red energy flowed. That's when the nightmare would end.

And Mission would be left wondering. Wondering what it all meant. What... what was "the Force"?