What Fate Awaits

We are the names that never reach the Senate halls We’re the hands that weld the plates after the blaster fire We’re the quiet after heroes finish making history And tonight… the rumors sound like thunder on the rim My neighbor keeps a child’s tag on a chain of burned durasteel Says Malak made the sky go white… then Taris went still We learned to count the dead by the way the streets stop singing And pray the next fleet overhead is only passing, only leaving They told us Revan was a blade with two edges in the dark They told us the Exile walked through wars that left no marks But every legend costs a farmer, a dockhand, a medic’s sleep Every “great fate” writes its name in the lives it couldn’t keep So when the cantina whispers start to travel star to star We listen like it’s prayer—because we’ve seen what choices are A sabers’ hum can mean salvation… or a collar on the neck And we’re the ones who pay the bill when gods of war collect What fate awaits us? What fate awaits us—down here? When the storm brings strangers and the red light wakes the wreck Will we rise with dawn… or learn to kneel again? What fate awaits us? In the fate of the Old Republic We don’t hold sabers… we hold each other What fate awaits us? Dockmaster swears a ship came down through sheets of silver rain A white-robed figure stepped out first—eyes like held-back flame Two shadows followed in the wet: a Quarren, and a droid Not soldiers… not smugglers… just a crew that looked annoyed They walked toward something ancient, half-swallowed by the storm A warship’s broken silhouette—like history’s rusted thorn Some say it’s Sith steel, still humming with a spiteful glow Some say it’s only scrap—until it isn’t, and you know They say the galaxy is balancing on the edge of rebirth And every simple mercy… and every cruel word… has weight So tell me, stranger in the rain—what do you choose to be? A shield… a storm… a throne… a cracked apology? What fate awaits us? What fate awaits us—down here? When the storm brings strangers and the red light wakes the wreck Will we taste tomorrow… or fear it all our lives? What fate awaits us? In the fate of the Old Republic We buried worlds in stories—Katarr went quiet in one breath We watched the wars eat sons and daughters, then ask for what was left We don’t need perfect Jedi We don’t need beautiful Sith We need a night without sirens We need a dawn that finally sticks So if the Force is listening—listen to the small The ones who never had a destiny… but bled through all What fate awaits us? What fate awaits us—down here? When the storm brings strangers and the red light wakes the wreck Will you heal what’s broken… or finish what it began? What fate awaits us? In the fate of the Old Republic… Stranger with the Force… when your blade lights the rain—are you our hero… or our tyrant?