The Republic has fallen.
Five years ago, Sith ships dropped out of hyperspace above Coruscant, somehow evading every roadblock the Order placed in their way; each one a bleeding wound in the Force that even those with only the faintest touch of Sensitivity could feel. They ripped out the beating heart if the Republic: Coruscant and its Jedi Temple, the planet clenched in an iron fist. The Republic, weakened by centuries of conflict, had no more will to resist, decomposing into frightened, squabbling member states as the Sith swept outwards, conquering as they pleased.
Now Coruscant is the crown of a new Sith Empire. what had once been a glittering jewel of a planet, a city of lights shining like a cradle of stars, now burns red with fire and choking smoke. The planet has been enslaved, museums and libraries converted to foundries and shipyards, aqueducts repurposed to carry molten metal to the foundries from open cut mines that slice through former residential districts.
The Jedi are scattered, decimated: centuries of attrition and the loss of the entire Council on Coruscant means that there are few true Masters left.
Now the remnants of the Jedi Order must gather what strength they can to face the Sith Empire. as the pendulum of destiny begins its slow swing back towards balance....
