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There is a name only whispered in the shadows of the empire. Some utter it with hate. Some utter it with hope. All utter it with fear.
Notwending.
A man wrapped in cloaks, hoods and shadows.
He carries a blue lightsaber. But he is no jedi.
He is ruthless. Unforgiving. An assassin of the tormentors.
He is called a Sith hunter. He is the saviour of jedi. He helped the crippling order. Stood by Kenobi's side as he reformed his fallen home. Healed them and united them. Gave them choice. To help or hide.
He is not part of the rebellion. He does not stand with Organa. He calls out the rotten core of the old republic. Corroupt senators and hungry predators. He works like Fulcrum. They are so similar that sometimes it's alarming. But so different in all, what defines them.
He is empire's greatest bane. Emperor's failure and fear. Vader's painful reminder of being a second choice. Every inquisitor's nightmare.
He slayed Hutts. Freed slaves. Those on tatooine call him the rain bringer.
He destroyed death star when it was only half made. He rescues force sensitives before the empire can reach them. He infiltrates all of Sidious's plans.
They call him rebellion's only hope.
He looks at the ever furious and righteous girl with brown hair and brown eyes at Organa's side and the starry eyed hopeful boy with blond hair blue eyes at Kenobi's side and disagrees.
He only calls himself necessary.