Star Wars: Astra Eternum

"Hello, Chosen."

He opened his eyes to stare at the source of the voice. The voice was coming from a sphere, the most beautiful thing he could ever imagine. He stared at a cosmos in the sphere, quintillions of tiny white dots, so expansive, yet so tiny, ever far away, yet all in perfect detail. It was beyond his comprehension, yet completely within his perception.

"What....are you?"

"I am the consciousness of the universe you are from, the origin."

"Why am I seeing you...origin."

"I am not the origin, that is the name of your universe, you have more claim to that name than I....call me Astra.

You can see me because there is a great issue that I do not possess the power to fix."

"....Explain what I must do."

"Humanity, the purpose of origin, can create universes. Through your imagination, and with enough of you, you cement a thought until it becomes reality, you create all else that exists. But what can be created, can be destroyed.

The mind of one George Lucas created the universe you call Star Wars. The imagination of others added to his universe, flushing it out into a beautiful creation spanning millennia. The imagination of millions reinforced this into reality. This universe is by far the largest humanity has created, for it had the largest amount of concrete story confirmed by the largest number of imaginations.

The universe was beautiful, but, like many others, it was split. The foundations confirmed by so many was changed when the legacy of Walt Disney changed it. This leads to the death of untold quadrillions of souls, vanished, unable to enter the cycle of rebirth again."

"So.....Humanity creates universes through imagination. And when a universe is changed, it causes problems."

"Yes, and now one must fix this universe to save the souls of so many."

"Why me?"

"You are a balance, a balance of rationality, intellect, knowledge of this universe, and mental fortitude. And you know the truth."

"Which truth."

"What do you believe is the force keeping humanity alive?"

He thought, long and hard. Humanity survives through reproduction, why? Humanity reproduces because of biological necessity to fulfil a wish to survive, okay how? Humans can reproduce and survive through attachment, attachment is either caused by or leads to, love. Maybe?

"...love, humanity survives because of love."

"That is why I chose you. What tools may you require to complete your task, beyond immortality?"

That was a great question.

"...the unique aspect of Star Wars is the existence of midichlorians, I would like unrestricted control over them, within their acquiescence. I would also like an ability to create a fully controllable time field and access to all the information of the past, present, and future of both timelines of the continuum. The time bubble is to make resolving certain situations easier to resolve and knowledge is always beneficial.

Is there a way to give me an assistant within my mind? Like an archivist that can allow me to interface with energies?"

"I can provide you with these things, but I can only give you knowledge as it is, at the point of time entry, and within the origin, I can't grant omniscience."

"That should be...enough."

"What time would the most beneficial to enter?"

"Place me at 1040 before the events of the battle over Yavin portrayed in Lucas's first film on the legend axis."

He was talking like he knew exactly what was going on, he hoped it was a good act. He had so many questions and he was in shock about what had just been revealed. He felt like he was doing an admirable job processing the fact that humanity CREATED UNIVERSES! How does one process that? Humanity condemned an infinite amount of souls to places like the Warhammerverse. There were billions of poor souls stuck within places like Dark Souls. Hell, Star Wars wasn't an exactly enviable place to exist within. Humanity so often created horrible universes, without even knowing the ramifications of what they had done?

With the realizations, came the guilt. How many suffered just because a large amount of people chose to enjoy something?

"...I think....I think I'm ready to go."

"Then I bid you farewell, my Chosen."

One thought went through his mind.*I must save them all.*