•|EPISODE I: TALES OF THE BEGINNING|•
Before the time of the Republic's fall...
Before the rise of the Chosen One...
There was a secret buried beneath the roots of destiny....
The galaxy, fractured but still holding peace, trembled in the shadows of forgotten prophecies. Among the stars, whispers of a lost Force child echoed across the void....
On the war-torn world of MANDALORE, a lone warrior a woman exileby her clan flees with a sacred burden....
As her enemies close in, the woman escapes in a stolen vessel, breaking through Mandalorian blockades….
-LOCATION: ORBIT ABOVE PLANET OF ENDOR-
A small Mandalorian scout ship sputters out of hyperspace, hull scarred and battered. Inside, the woman clad in scarred beskar armor without markings holds a swaddled infant close to her chest.
Her brow is furrowed with sorrow. She looks down at the baby, tears in her eyes.
Woman (softly, trembling): You'll be safe here… May the stars forgive me.
The ship descends into the dense forest moon of Endor, passing through mist and trees.
-FOREST FLOOR, ENDOR-
The ship lands quietly among towering trees. She steps out, boots sinking into the moss.
She approaches a thicket near an ancient tree, lays the crying infant gently in a nest of soft leaves and moss, wrapping the child in a cloth with the sigil of a forgotten Mandalorian house.
She leans down, pressing her helmeted forehead against the baby's, then pulls away with shaking hands.
Woman (whisper): This world... will raise you better than I could.
She turns walking away, slowly then sprints to her ship and vanishes into the clouds, never looking back.
-LATER THAT NIGHT-
Tiny figures emerge from the trees Ewoks, cautious and curious. They chatter and sniff at the swaddled child. The baby, with bright, golden-brown eyes, reaches up, giggling.
The Ewoks blink, then gently lift the child, wrapping it in their arms as a tribe forms around him. The tribal elder looks to the stars, as if sensing the weight of what had just arrived.