New Order Star Wars Novels & Stories

He asks turning around back to me. "Do you have Star Wars?" I ask, his eyebrows shoot up in surprise but he doesn't say anything about it "which one?" He asks "duh, episode four, A New Hope" I say with a roll of my eyes "you can't watch them out of order" he ignores the last comment as he slides the disc into the slot.

Taylor “What the...” I bolt upright, awakened from sleep by The Imperial March from Star Wars. Nervously, I scan the room. I’m in my room at Kennedy’s. My new blackout curtains keep the room perfectly cool and dark. Why is my cell phone alarm set for...I pick up my iPhone to see it is six a.m. “Too early,” I growl to the walls of my new home. As I replace my phone on the bedside table to retreat into slumber, I notice a print out.

How boring. Then the order came. Fight!

Elias left the office with his awareness humming low and steady, the system rearranging itself around him in subtle ways. He understood now that fracture did not always announce itself as chaos. Sometimes, it arrived as order, claimed by the wrong hands.

I was not naive, and I knew Robert Junior had not used any protection that night. I closed my eyes and hung my head low, waiting for the queasiness to pass so I could continue my work, but it was taking longer than usual. I forced myself to straighten up when I heard some footsteps coming closer. The door opened, and the large man who bought me walked in. He exuded the strongest alpha aura I had ever felt, so I immediately knew who he was. Alpha Cassian, the darkblooded alpha and rebel of the republic. He was rumored to be a savage and ruthless demon.

It was really amazing what was sold on this site. They had everything from small laser guns and laser cannons to large flying vessels and spaceships. The website was even selling Pavan’s Octagon. However, it required customization. A 50% deposit was required first, and the buyer had to wait a year or a half to receive it. Maybe many people were ordering them, so the manufacturer could not make them in time. ‘They’re selling heavy weapons and equipment so publicly, and the Milky Way Empire doesn’t care, huh?’ David was a little puzzled.

Normally, the sight calmed me but tonight it didn’t. I sat behind the desk and replayed the conversation in the ICU again. The First Order. It was supposed to be gone, Destroyed twenty years ago. Hard copies burned, digital records erased, every trace removed. Only a few men had ever seen it, and most of those men were dead now. Moretti had been one of the last, now he was gone too. Which meant that somewhere, someone else knew the truth. I rubbed my thumb against the edge of the desk, thinking through the list of possible survivors. One name after another surfaced and disappeared. None of them made sense.

The woman hurried to sign for the package, and I slipped toward the exit. By the time she turned around, I was already standing outside. “Ma’am, I can’t complete this order today. I’ll file an incident report with the app. If you really need pet care, please place a new order with clear details.” I left immediately. At the time, I thought it was just a weird mix-up. I had no idea that from the moment I stepped into that mansion, I was already being targeted.

“It's your fault. Why did you have to wait till the sun was up? Look how sweaty you are.“ She pouted, dabbing my sweats with a towel. “Thanks Diana. You're an angel.“ She gave her hair a dramatical flick. “I know.“ “Crazy.“ Having cooled-off a great deal, I began displaying the oysters on the table. “But what happened to you?“ Diana asked. “You're never the type to arrive at the market this late.“ “Last night's dinner was another disaster. Lots of thinking got me staying up till midnight. Plus, I had to crash on the couch because I didn't wanna face the monster in my room.“