Disclaimer: I have never seen Star Wars but JJ Abrams destroyed Romulus, Remus and Vulcan so I thought that I would destroy the Star Wars Universe in my fan fic for revenge. But I promise that it will have a happy ending. 
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All life is born through creation, just as all matter and energy are constructed through the immaculate conception of nature. Though nothing created is constant, nothing lasts forever. For everything that is awakened, for all that is conscious, there is always the unconscious, the dormant… the sleeping. Cycles of perceived constants, of opposing energies competing, the intricate yet wonderful cyclic patterns of nature and science however lingering or fleeting. The hour glass of time, it’s falling grains through the funnel of our minds giving a perception of its passage. A temporal pressure release system being delicately tipped from side to side creating a semblance of universal equilibrium and balance.
The vastness of existence, of the perceptions lay before our eyes, all an incomprehensible matrices of reality manifested through our souls, bodies and mind through a projection of conception. The energies of existence playing games with our thoughts, all manifestations of a physical corporeal existence as perceived by our senses. But there are those amongst us who are aware of such connections, in tune to the powers of the force; Those chosen to maintain order throughout the galaxy as the universe delicately maintains the energetic balances of our realities in the very fabrics of time and space. The defenders of the transitions between the light and the dark, the preservers of the hour glass neck of the passage of time. Defenders of the Force. There have been many names for these defenders throughout universal existence, some call them Jedi, Travellers, Supervisors or their Watchers. Though others have always remained nameless without face or even form, with no sign of their existence other than balances to the force, time and nature.
Some points of time are fixed and destined to happen. Moments in universal history which are locked and protected; the beginnings and the ends. Not even temporal investigations has remit to intervene in these momentous galactic events. One such event was taking place in this now, after the fall of the Final Republic and the collapse of interplanetary order. The overwhelming resurgence of the Dark Side, a butterfly effect which will ultimately lead to the end of all yet a rebirth of harmonious balance.
Nothing lasts forever, every scale can be tipped until it’s weight is too much to bare until one day the balance is lost and irreversibly so. This tipping point transcends the abilities of Jedi or even Watchers to fix. Some say that the Q Continuum themselves hold this equilibric key. Though the Q have been lost, erased from the passage of time, The Continuums very own hour glass existence collapsing in on to itself, so far failing to have emerged in to another plane on one of the other facets of universal existence. Some say that this was the beginning of the end of the balance within the Force, Q’s absence from know reality missed throughout the whole of time and space.
The Guardians of our galaxies, the protectors of the very nature of existence are being devoured or consumed before traversing the looking glass, leaving a huge gaping quantum and metaphysical wound. The very fabric of existence imploding at the fine funnel like neck of time at the origins of existence, the fine balances and intricacies of reality being lost.
The last of the Order of the Jedi had fallen, the Sith Lords also consumed in their own quest for dominance and failure to master the force, a Pandora’s box of intergalactic chaos and universal rage unleashed. From what was once galactic order came chaos, an all consuming spectrum of the darkest sides of what was once a multi faceted force with the darkness consuming the light. Anyone who seeks to master either side of The Force is doomed to be consumed by this plight with a blight upon the cosmos released. With The Forces fine balance disrupted by a desire to obtain it regardless of the side of The Force being sought, teachings which slowly began to pick out the very seams of reality, time and space. Even the mighty Jedi Masters of old with all of their good intentions had contributed to this slow destruction of all things, though it was foretold.
The gaping maw of the Shi’vana’ka abyss had been breaching for the past zero point two galactic cycles, sheaves of energy dissipating in monstrous swirling tentacles of energy reaching out like the tendrils of a giant galactic beast across entire systems and sectors of space. Talons of energy consuming entire planets and solar systems, ripping apart Death Stars and shredding through Dreadnought’s and Star Destroyers. The fabric of inter-dimensional space was torn open as energetic fluidic space flooded through in a galactic tsunami, flooding all of the dark matter in its wake. Stars began to dim in this all consuming flood, with their nuclear fusion suppressed by the torrents of fluidic energy from another realm.
Out of the Shi’Vana’ka abyss came the first of soon to be many of what became known as Force Wraiths, an oncoming storm of unimaginable destruction; the universes way of resetting a galaxy back to an equilibrium with the Force. When the power of the Force has been tipped over too much to one side, the universal immune system response is unleashed to bring back order and reset the balance. The Doomsday Machines are released.
For any form of balanced rebirth with a sustainable universal equilibrium of the force, existence must pass through a form of destruction in its giant universal kiln. But as artisans and engineers would craft new metal work from the destruction and deconstruction of the old, Force Wraiths leave galaxies ready for crafting so that a new galaxy would be reborn. The Progenitors had been awoken, and the Preservers mission had begun. A galactic ark constructed at the centre of the galaxy, a seed bank of life ready to repopulate the cosmos and bring back a rebirth, for the beginning has no end, yet the end does have a new beginning. A new hope.
The last Death Star of Tattooine remained.
A Doomsday Machine, a Wraith of Shi’va’nak, loomed ominously between two amber twin suns waiting to neutralise what now was an overwhelming dark force on Tattooine. The force was strong in this system, though its consumption and recreation would lead to its rebalance. From the fires of Tattooine would come its rebirth.
The birth of what will become Vulcan.
Next, Chapter 1 - The Progenitors.
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So, there you go JJ Abrams. You destroyed Vulcan, I recreated it. But I will destroy Tattooine in your Star Wars universe in order to do so, building Vulcan in it’s ashes. But, in a predestination paradox, JJ Abrams still gets to destroy Vulcan, at least in one universe. I am not quite sure how I will avenge the Romulan’s yet though as I probably will not leave much of the Star Wars galaxy left after destroying it all to make way for the Star Trek Universe.
Vulcan only has one sun though, not two. So I may need to destroy one of them with some fluidic space splash back or Species 8472.
I might come back and edit this post later, I’m making this sh*t up on the fly. Proper ‘winging it’ non-fan-fic. Not checked my spellings and everything yet but will do, so no grammar police etc. please.
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Star Wars - Rebirth
Prologue - Equilibrium
All life is born through creation, just as all matter and energy are constructed through the immaculate conception of nature. Though nothing created is constant, nothing lasts forever. For everything that is awakened, for all that is conscious, there is always the unconscious, the dormant… the sleeping. Cycles of perceived constants, of opposing energies competing, the intricate yet wonderful cyclic patterns of nature and science however lingering or fleeting. The hour glass of time, it’s falling grains through the funnel of our minds giving a perception of its passage. A temporal pressure release system being delicately tipped from side to side creating a semblance of universal equilibrium and balance.
The vastness of existence, of the perceptions lay before our eyes, all an incomprehensible matrices of reality manifested through our souls, bodies and mind through a projection of conception. The energies of existence playing games with our thoughts, all manifestations of a physical corporeal existence as perceived by our senses. But there are those amongst us who are aware of such connections, in tune to the powers of the force; Those chosen to maintain order throughout the galaxy as the universe delicately maintains the energetic balances of our realities in the very fabrics of time and space. The defenders of the transitions between the light and the dark, the preservers of the hour glass neck of the passage of time. Defenders of the Force. There have been many names for these defenders throughout universal existence, some call them Jedi, Travellers, Supervisors or their Watchers. Though others have always remained nameless without face or even form, with no sign of their existence other than balances to the force, time and nature.
Some points of time are fixed and destined to happen. Moments in universal history which are locked and protected; the beginnings and the ends. Not even temporal investigations has remit to intervene in these momentous galactic events. One such event was taking place in this now, after the fall of the Final Republic and the collapse of interplanetary order. The overwhelming resurgence of the Dark Side, a butterfly effect which will ultimately lead to the end of all yet a rebirth of harmonious balance.
Nothing lasts forever, every scale can be tipped until it’s weight is too much to bare until one day the balance is lost and irreversibly so. This tipping point transcends the abilities of Jedi or even Watchers to fix. Some say that the Q Continuum themselves hold this equilibric key. Though the Q have been lost, erased from the passage of time, The Continuums very own hour glass existence collapsing in on to itself, so far failing to have emerged in to another plane on one of the other facets of universal existence. Some say that this was the beginning of the end of the balance within the Force, Q’s absence from know reality missed throughout the whole of time and space.
The Guardians of our galaxies, the protectors of the very nature of existence are being devoured or consumed before traversing the looking glass, leaving a huge gaping quantum and metaphysical wound. The very fabric of existence imploding at the fine funnel like neck of time at the origins of existence, the fine balances and intricacies of reality being lost.
The last of the Order of the Jedi had fallen, the Sith Lords also consumed in their own quest for dominance and failure to master the force, a Pandora’s box of intergalactic chaos and universal rage unleashed. From what was once galactic order came chaos, an all consuming spectrum of the darkest sides of what was once a multi faceted force with the darkness consuming the light. Anyone who seeks to master either side of The Force is doomed to be consumed by this plight with a blight upon the cosmos released. With The Forces fine balance disrupted by a desire to obtain it regardless of the side of The Force being sought, teachings which slowly began to pick out the very seams of reality, time and space. Even the mighty Jedi Masters of old with all of their good intentions had contributed to this slow destruction of all things, though it was foretold.
The gaping maw of the Shi’vana’ka abyss had been breaching for the past zero point two galactic cycles, sheaves of energy dissipating in monstrous swirling tentacles of energy reaching out like the tendrils of a giant galactic beast across entire systems and sectors of space. Talons of energy consuming entire planets and solar systems, ripping apart Death Stars and shredding through Dreadnought’s and Star Destroyers. The fabric of inter-dimensional space was torn open as energetic fluidic space flooded through in a galactic tsunami, flooding all of the dark matter in its wake. Stars began to dim in this all consuming flood, with their nuclear fusion suppressed by the torrents of fluidic energy from another realm.
Out of the Shi’Vana’ka abyss came the first of soon to be many of what became known as Force Wraiths, an oncoming storm of unimaginable destruction; the universes way of resetting a galaxy back to an equilibrium with the Force. When the power of the Force has been tipped over too much to one side, the universal immune system response is unleashed to bring back order and reset the balance. The Doomsday Machines are released.
For any form of balanced rebirth with a sustainable universal equilibrium of the force, existence must pass through a form of destruction in its giant universal kiln. But as artisans and engineers would craft new metal work from the destruction and deconstruction of the old, Force Wraiths leave galaxies ready for crafting so that a new galaxy would be reborn. The Progenitors had been awoken, and the Preservers mission had begun. A galactic ark constructed at the centre of the galaxy, a seed bank of life ready to repopulate the cosmos and bring back a rebirth, for the beginning has no end, yet the end does have a new beginning. A new hope.
The last Death Star of Tattooine remained.
A Doomsday Machine, a Wraith of Shi’va’nak, loomed ominously between two amber twin suns waiting to neutralise what now was an overwhelming dark force on Tattooine. The force was strong in this system, though its consumption and recreation would lead to its rebalance. From the fires of Tattooine would come its rebirth.
The birth of what will become Vulcan.
Next, Chapter 1 - The Progenitors.
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So, there you go JJ Abrams. You destroyed Vulcan, I recreated it. But I will destroy Tattooine in your Star Wars universe in order to do so, building Vulcan in it’s ashes. But, in a predestination paradox, JJ Abrams still gets to destroy Vulcan, at least in one universe. I am not quite sure how I will avenge the Romulan’s yet though as I probably will not leave much of the Star Wars galaxy left after destroying it all to make way for the Star Trek Universe.
Vulcan only has one sun though, not two. So I may need to destroy one of them with some fluidic space splash back or Species 8472.
I might come back and edit this post later, I’m making this sh*t up on the fly. Proper ‘winging it’ non-fan-fic. Not checked my spellings and everything yet but will do, so no grammar police etc. please.
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