Week One – Deliverance
The first wave of Beacon Dropships emerged from hyperspace like silent heralds.
They appeared in orbit over a dozen disparate worlds—some scarred by conflict, others drowning in post-disaster ruin. Each ship, emblazoned with the simple emblem of Elysiar, descended not with thunder, but grace. No demands. No announcements.
Only action.
On Yag'Dhul, the aftermath of a planetary quake had left Givin families buried beneath rubble. The Beacon modules unfolded within minutes, forming stable triage centers amid the wreckage. Healing tables glowed as they stabilized the wounded. Aetherboxes produced food replicants tailored to Givin physiology—compressed, dense with nutrient-rich substrate, and optimized for vacuum-resilient metabolism.
On Arvala-7, where drought had reduced villages to dust, Beacon atmospheric purifiers reshaped breathable zones into lush pockets of safety. The population, once scattered, now converged around the pulsing blue domes of clean air and adaptive shelter.
And in the Outer Rim—on a barely charted moon known as Kadris Vale—a civil war had left children living in bombed-out tunnels. When the Dropships arrived, the silence was total. It wasn't until the first pod cracked open and unfolded into a living shelter that someone whispered:
"They're real."
Week Two – Opportunists and Resistance
Not everyone welcomed the Beacons.
On Velmor, criminal cartels saw the arrival of Elysiar aid ships as an opportunity. Fake distress signals were sent. Supply crates were hijacked. One faction attempted to reverse-engineer an Aetherbox.
They failed.
When they attacked a Beacon site for the second time, they encountered Elysiar's security forces.
The attackers came expecting lightly armed relief workers.
They met something else entirely.
Uniformed men and women—unaugmented, but sharpened through a version of the Spartan training regimen tailored for maximum efficiency. No cybernetics. No drugs. Just unbreakable discipline.
Within minutes, the raiders were incapacitated. The entire conflict lasted under three minutes.
From orbit, the command AI on the Dropship flagged the incident as "contained."
Word began to spread.
Elysiar may come in peace... but it does not come unguarded.
Week Three – Echoes of Hope
News outlets across the Mid and Outer Rim picked up the footage. There were no press releases—only leaked footage of the Beacons at work.
The reactions were varied.
On Coruscant, senators debated whether Elysiar was a political maneuver or a genuine force for good.
On Dantooine's refugee settlements, families broke down in tears as housing modules wrapped around them like protective wings.
Even on Hutt-controlled worlds, black-market traders found themselves unable to peddle their wares in areas shielded by Beacon stabilization fields.
Aid, for the first time in generations, had arrived with no strings attached.
And no one knew how to respond to that.
The Final Days – A Shift in the Force
The last fleet of Beacon Dropships deployed near Zarnex, a mining world recently abandoned after an atmospheric collapse. The survivors had clung to air filtration suits and cave dwellings for weeks.
Within hours, the site bloomed with dome shelters, nutrient stations, and clean air zones.
It should have been a moment of triumph.
But that night, Adam couldn't sleep.
He stood on the balcony of his chamber, eyes tracing the stars—and felt the pull.
Mara woke minutes later, heart pounding. Artorias stepped from the training fields, pausing mid-motion, his sword lowered.
Across Elysiar, every Force-sensitive—Revas, Vael, even the newer arrivals—felt it at once.
A ripple.
A presence.
Not near.
Not here.
But approaching.
Far in the depths of space, cloaked in shadow and drifting among forgotten worlds, the resurrected Force user stirred. His path had curved like a serpent's coil—but now it pointed straight.
He did not speak. He did not shout.
But the Force screamed his name through silence.
And on Elysiar, the wind changed.