In the forgotten reaches of the Outer Rim, four unlikely heroes—Wim, Fern, Neel, and KB—found themselves aboard a derelict starship buried beneath their homeworld’s sands. With just a press of a curious button, the ship roared to life, tearing through space and time, yanking them from childhood simplicity into the vast uncertainty of the galaxy. What began as an accidental escape quickly became a journey through rebel ruins, haunted moons, and drifting stations filled with secrets from wars long buried. With each step, the kids realized they weren’t just passengers—they were inheritors of forgotten legacies.
Jod Na Nawood, a rogue Jedi turned reluctant guardian, discovered them amid the wreckage of a fallen cruiser. Haunted by his own past, Jod at first wanted nothing more than to leave them at the next safe outpost. But their curiosity, bravery, and sense of unity stirred something long dormant within him. Together, they crossed into the shadowed zone known as the Black Spiral, a region where reality fractured and ancient Force echoes whispered truths. As the line between myth and mission blurred, the children uncovered fragments of a map leading to the lost Temple of Kira Vahn—rumored to hold the soul of the galaxy’s last Starweaver.
But the galaxy wasn’t sleeping. Pirate syndicates, corrupted droids, and old Imperial warlords caught wind of their journey. Led by the cruel Weequay raider Vex Korro and the fanatical Archivist Mother Jesra, the enemies of light moved to intercept the crew. One by one, trials tested them—Neel faced betrayal from his own kind, Fern was nearly lost to a sentient hologram’s illusion, and KB learned her mechanical limbs were created using Sith technology. Yet through every loss, every challenge, the crew held together—not because they were soldiers or Jedi, but because they were family forged in the void between stars.
In the climax above the shattered world of Khar'Tuun, the Skeleton Crew made their stand. Jod lit his pale blue saber one final time, defending the children as they channeled the Force through the Temple’s ancient lens. Starlight bent, energy surged, and the scream of a dying galaxy fell silent as the children rewrote fate itself. As dawn rose on a healed galaxy, whispers spread of four young travelers who crossed the impossible, of a lost Jedi who found redemption, and of a skeleton ship that once carried the spark of a new age. The galaxy would never forget... the Skeleton Crew.
