The dark one: A Star Wars story

Prologue

I hated myself for being the cause of the suffering on that day. They hadn't been kind about it. They had just shown up. Blasters and all. They landed and then they spilled over the planet and slaughtered anyone they found who wasn't as "special" as me. I had no choice in the matter. All of the ottegans, my friends, tried to help me, to tell me to get the hell out of there. I tried. I did try so hard. I tried until my legs were bright red and my lungs were inflating and deflating as fast as their blasters were firing. There was no one to defend us. We were helpless. And they kept killing. In their metal hands held their weapons and the blood of an entire enclave. I tried to hide. But they found me. They parted and one man, clad in black, came forward and said I was destined for great things. To rule over the universe alongside them. To bring peace and order to everyone. But, most importantly they said if I went with them, they would stop attacking Arthon. That was why I went with them. I went on their ship. That ship had probably destroyed entire homes in the previous hour. They said to me "Imfa Skygge, you are a wonderful thing."