A galactic civil war, commonly known as the Clone Wars, has raged throughout the shocked galaxy for a few months now. Its end is clouded by darkness. Which the Jedi are blind to. They can't see the trap that slowly closes around them. As a looming shadow crawls in the dark, waiting for the right moment to stifle the light that has ruled over for centuries and more.
Outside of the battle of light and darkness, a few obscured silhouettes scours the changes. Members of a mysterious order, many think of them as mere legends. Some believe in their existence. Others might have even spoken to one of their members.
One thing is certain, a great change has come to the galaxy. One with effects that will reach across the stars. The robed figures are yet to decide if they are to interrupt the natural order of light and darkness.
Such as they are, eccentric, old beings, with long forgotten powers.
This story tells us the legend of one such being. We shall follow this particular Grey Lord, on his, pardon me, her.. Less than, typical adventure.
Recommended by Grandmaster Yoda.
A fanfiction this is. Hmm. The Way of the Grey some might say. Read you must. Go!
A twi'lek orphan girl in a slum on Ryloth was about to give up hope; she was hungry and sick, beaten from a fight with a bunch of other orphan kids, for the scraps of food they could find in the trash piles. She was sitting on the side of a dark alleyway, enduring the pain of hunger to lessen her hunger and thirst she drunk water from a dirty puddle, yesterday. Now she had a fever. She knew that it was a risk, but she had no other choice... Now it will be over at least faster, she thought with sadness, but also relief. With her hazy mind, she finally realized that someone was standing before her, a tall man, a human man? She couldn't make out his features. At least she will not be alone in her last moments, suddenly she felt happy, it was probably from the hunger, she felt light-headed, her reasoning was gone. Her heavy eyelids slowly closed.
The stranger was looking at the small probably five or six year old girl. He looked at the girl, but there was no pity in his aging eyes. Only realization.
- So be it. He said.
The force made him come to this place. It led him into this alley at the right time to save this light gray-skinned twi'lek girl. She was a bastard child of a whore, most likely dropped on the streets, or orphaned in some other typically cruel way. It did not matter to the bearded man. What mattered was that he could sense the force in the girl. He knew that she was the one he came for. He picked up the girl, and walked back to his ship, hastily.
- Don't die on me now, after all that trouble to find you. The man cursed while breathing heavily. He was old, his beard was entirely white. The spring in his steps and deep wrinkles were tell-tale signs of a battle-hardened veteran. Or at least a hard life, with heavy physical labor.
The man ran up the ramp of his ship, into its medical room. Carefully placing the trembling, feverish girl on the table while two different medical droids booted in and started to scan the girl's body. Each droid had four different arms, giving the girl antibiotics and bacta poultices on her forehead, with at least a few doses of immune re-invigorators with energy infusions.