Prophecy of Black and White

[The Occult]

Slowly like a wave across the galaxy, people of all walks of life, from the greatest Sith Lords and Noble Senators to the lowest Factory Work and Hutt Slave. There holoscreens, holopads and tv's would go black for a moment. From that darkness an eye would appear flashing for a moment, before a voice appeared, it spoke in whatever language that person understood, Basic, Huttese, Bothan, Droid Speak even Jawaeese and the language of the Ewoks the whole galaxy would hear this transmission. A women's voice would call out, its voice intoxicating to all that would listen.

There was once a women, her soul half White and half Black, a Galaxy beneath her, they called her a Drast
A women born in Light and Sand, a shinning diamond, forged by a mothers caring hand
As time moved on, the diamond faded, a Vox in her heart, made the light jaded

She fell from the light, but not on her own, for poor Ryell fell forever alone
Exiled from White, Black took her in, from Prakith to Mon Cala, it surely begins
As warlords rose, so does she, travelling the ever black seas, to remove all opposition to thee

From twins all was born, one red one black, an Empire ready to attack
On these two rocks our Empress sat, her feet dangling down into pools of White and Black

You see this is tale of long long ago, a time of blood and steel, where a whole Galaxy Kneeled
But be wary, for the steel cries out once more, do you wish to see our sweet Alais as before?​