#swverse

The gall of this one, this random body guard of some random senator. Did she not know he was a governor?! For a moment the usually put on friendly smile of Calvin Candie had slipped and insult clearly crossed his face as his own gathering of body guards fell silent at their master's insult.

He regained some face though, cracking into a small very put on laugh as he briefly turned to see that his own entourage were still gathered near by, the prickly silence making him doubt it for just a moment. "That sort of lip gets cut out in my sector of the galaxy," he warned with a despicable chortle that seemed to echo through his bodyguards. Calvin gained some bravado back and he swaggered his head a little.

He'd heard the blaster fire, sensed the shift in the Force and the terrible losses of his brothers and sisters. A darkness was taking hold and the temple would fall. Lorenzo had done his duty to the letter and sealed himself inside the vault with the Sith artifacts that they had not been able to destroy. He could not and would not let the new rise of dark power in the galaxy get a hold of the artifacts, he had to do his duty even if the Order fell.

Then everything had gone quiet. The Force had been completely unbalanced, he could only sense darkness beyond the doors and as the Empire took hold he was sure he heard the ceilings starting to collapse turning the vault potentially into a tomb. In a way it was comforting, he might have been sealed inside, surviving off of the limited supplies inside the vault with him but the artifacts he guarded were even less likely to be found now. He had a bed, a bathroom, water and dried foods to last him for at least a couple of years but oh, how he would miss the sun.

With no indication how much time had passed, Lorenzo had spent so long in a state of meditation to try and resist the temptations of the Sith relics he guarded that he was almost oblivious to the slight quake of the sealed doors, someone was trying to open them from the other side. Lorenzo stood at the ready, lightsaber already ignited and intending to protect the vault at all costs.

"You have been sent to do studies, si?" Master Lorenzo asked, his hands tucked into the sleeves of his black robes and a curious eyebrow lifted as he waited patiently for her confirmation. Padawans were sent his way now and again when they needed some guidance on their studies and he had no concerns around helping them to understand the gravity of the archives and their knowledge held within the walls of the temple. Separate from the library, the section Lorenzo lorded over was that bit more dangerous.

While he followed his master, Teri Rosason's teachings in believing that war was no place for the Jedi, war came for the young knight anyway and he found himself being assigned to one of the legions. With his master off in her talks with senators and out of his reach for the time being, young Theo Beneventi found himself somewhat adrift.

mike was in and out of the first order throughout the events prior to tro*s, acting as a spy in retrieving and carrying information from spies within the order to the resistance, along with doing the odd job here and there for other organizations, having a few close calls with death at the hands of stormtrooper battalions and the knights of ren, but truly became immersed in the first order when his father ended up roping him back in with the false narrative that his mother had been killed in a resistance attack (definitely a false narrative). he was forced to finish his officer training, his father giving the alibi of his missing years as him taking care of distant family and his own personal schooling. 

still, he worked for the resistance under the guise of a low-ranking officer, and was eventually found out, being taken as a first order prisoner (and officially cutting himself off from his family, his father completely disowning him in order to save his own life and ranked position).

after it’s discovered that all that time mike was off disrupting his training was actually him acting as a spy for the resistance, being part of their ranks, he’s tortured for any information he might have for their whereabouts by the first order higher-ups, and it takes everything in him to not break, giving false leads, trying to send them on a wild goose chase. he’d been interrogated before, yes, but never to this extent, previously having used his force-sensitivity to mask his true identity from the majority of those who had been on the other end of the interrogation.

he only escapes when there’s a security breach on the star destroyer he’s being held on, and steals a TIE fighter, making a few jumps to throw anyone off his trail before heading to a resistance base a few planets away to get help.

mike DOES fight in the final battle above exogol, and almost gets shot down multiple times. there was one major close call where one of his wings almost got blown off, but his droid was able to patch it enough to evade another hit, and only retreated when his fighter’s blasters became damaged to the point of malfunctioning, and if he tried to use them too much more than he already was, he’d end up causing his fighter to blow. he docked with one of the larger carrier ships to receive medical treatment, and wants to jump in another fighter but is stopped due to his injuries (he’s still very much hurting after his time as a first order prisoner).

A LONG TIME AGO, IN A GALAXY FAR FAR AWAY.....

michael ‘mike’ chang jr. is the son of julia and michael chang sr., his father being a prominent member in the medical field on coruscant, putting his family as a more wealthy one, living in the high-class regions of the capitol planet. they’ve got everything they want, and already have a plan for mike to follow in his father’s footsteps into such a field.

except mike doesn’t want that. he doesn’t entirely agree with everything going on, especially with the first order beginning to slowly creep in, overtaking the new republic bit by bit. though not incredibly vocal with such opinions, fearing it could be dangerous to his family, mike tries his best to remain out of the shine of his father’s spotlight, rather wanting to make a name for himself instead of becoming a copy, being forced into what his father loves, not what he loves.

staying out of the public eye proves useful as the first order completely overthrows the new republic, and as a relatively young adult of twenty-two, mike takes his skills of slipping in and out of places, using his ability to sneak around unseen to aid in the resistance, collecting intel and spying on the first order, transmitting the information he finds to the resistance. all without his parents knowing.