Rangers - Prologue: The Escape
It was quiet, one of the out-of-the-way corners on the edge of known space. No ships travelled there, no couriers ferrying cargo between the worlds of the Alliance. This was the farthest reaches, and no one had reason to come here. Considering its purpose, no one should ever want to.
A speck of silver hung against the black. No stars encircled it in the distance. On the edge of the galaxy, space ceased to be a dance of light and became a morass of inky darkness. No one came here. No one cared.
The station was several millennia old, built in the earliest days of the Force. Commissioned by the Alliance, its purpose was to store away that which harkened back to the days of fire and shadow, out of sight and out of mind. Once regarded as the last reminder of the dark times, it now stood aged and decrepit, manned only for the sake of maintaining readiness against the possibility of future incursion.
Complacency had taken its toll. The due time had come.