(3rd Person POV)
Yoda strolled through Hellfire Park, his eyes calmly observing the employees scattered around, so relaxing, so engaged in quiet conversation.
His gaze then settled on the towering tree at the center of the park, its massive form radiating a sense of tranquility.
Without hesitation, he walked toward it and sat beneath its shade, crossing his legs as he prepared to ditate.
The employees around him barely spared him a second glance.
They were already accustod to his presence—after all, Arthur had introduced Yoda as a friend two days ago.
Since he was their boss's guest, they simply let him be and continued about their day.
Yoda closed his eyes, sinking into deep ditation.
As he inhaled the crisp, fresh air, a strange sense of peace washed over him.
The Ancient Tree beside him was no ordinary tree—he could feel its subtle influence, its presence calming his mind, making it easier to focus, easier to connect.
And most importantly—
It was helping him attune to the "Force" of this world.
It wasn't the sa as the Force he had known his entire life, but it was there—elusive, unfamiliar, yet undeniably present.
Little by little, he could feel himself adapting, adjusting, understanding.
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Unbeknownst to Yoda, Arthur was watching.
From his office high above, Arthur observed the small Jedi Master through the Ancient Tree's leaves, which acted as his eyes—a convenient trick that saved him from wasting Divine Power.
His gaze flickered as he studied Yoda's aura.
The energy surrounding him was vibrant, pulsing with sothing Arthur had never quite seen before.
"It seems that ditating under the Ancient Tree is helping him connect with this world's Force." Arthur muttered to himself, intrigued.
The thought made him curious.
If the Force truly existed in this world, then did that an he could use it as well?
Could he beco a Jedi?
The idea was tempting.
With the Force, he could achieve absolute control over his emotions, sharpen his mind and reflexes, and gain a significant advantage in this world.
Yet, a part of him hesitated.
Jedi were not allowed attachnts—and Arthur had no intention of abandoning personal relationships for the sake of power.
After all, he wanted to be with Firfel.
Living like a saint was never part of his plan.
Regardless, the potential of the Force in this world was sothing he couldn't ignore.
As his thoughts swirled, a familiar presence approached his office.
His secretary knocked before stepping inside.
"Boss, soone wants to see you. He's waiting in the lobby."
Arthur stood up, raising an eyebrow.
"Who?"
His secretary hesitated briefly before answering.
"He says he's from the Morningstar Embassy."
Arthur's expression darkened slightly.
.
.
.
In the lobby, a wolf demon stood waiting.
Dressed in a luxurious suit, his hair perfectly styled, he exuded the air of soone accustod to power and status.
His sharp, piercing eyes studied Arthur as he entered the room, but his deanor remained casual, almost lazy.
Without a word, the wolf demon reached into his coat, pulled out an envelope, and placed it on the desk.
"I'm just here to deliver this." His voice was deep, smooth, yet dripping with nonchalance.
Arthur took the envelope, flipping it open.
His eyes narrowed slightly as he scanned its contents.
Then, for the first ti in a while—
He was genuinely surprised.
An invitation.
To Apollonia and Enril's wedding.
Arthur looked up just in ti to see the wolf demon already gone, the door slamming shut behind him with no care for subtlety.
He turned his gaze back to the invitation in his hand, flipping it open once more.
The wedding was set for September.
Arthur stared at the date for a mont before tucking the envelope into his pocket.
"Weird... They actually invited ?" he muttered to himself.
Of all things, an invitation was the last thing he expected from the Morningstar Royal Family.
Though, in a way, it was convenient.
He had already planned to visit Apollonia at Morningstar, intending to learn more about the wedding, confirm its date, and, if possible, help her escape the arranged marriage altogether.
With his power and abilities, he was fairly confident he could walk into the royal palace and take Apollonia if necessary.
After all, he could teleport anywhere in the world—the only exceptions being hidden or sealed spaces like secret realms and pocket dinsions.
So in theory, he could teleport directly into the Morningstar Palace and take her away before anyone could react.
But...
Arthur wasn't reckless.
King Luke's power wasn't sothing to be underestimated.
Through his organization's research, as well as his own intelligence network, he had learned quite a lot about the world's most powerful figures.
And his father was no exception.
His information-gathering abilities were enhanced by the Ancient Tree, which allowed him to spy through its leaves wherever its reach extended.
Through this, he had seen glimpses of Morningstar's defenses, confirming what he had already suspected—
The castle wasn't unguarded. Far from it.
Two days ago, he had visited the outskirts of the Morningstar Castle, moving in secret, studying the palace's security asures firsthand.
And what he found confird his suspicions.
The castle was shielded by an invisible barrier, one designed not only to protect against intruders but to detect teleportation and unauthorized entry.
In short—if he wanted to enter, he would be detected imdiately.
If he planned to visit, he would need to announce his presence rather than sneak in.
But for now...
Arthur exhaled and set those thoughts aside.
The wedding was still months away.
There was no rush—yet.
***
Day after day, Arthur was imrsed in his upcoming projects.
Beyond the Star Wars project, he was also juggling several other films, assigning them to Damien and his other trusted directors.
One of these projects was Pale Rider—a Western film for which he had personally written the script.
Of course, there was only one actor in mind for the lead—Clint Foster.
Arthur had already sent the project to Damien, who would be directing the film.
anwhile, other projects were distributed among various directors, ensuring that Hellfire Studios remained productive and diverse in its releases.
Aside from that, Jackie Chan was making his move into filmmaking.
Unlike Bruce Lee, whose films emphasized martial arts mastery and intense action, Jackie had carved his own path—his style was codic, lighthearted, yet still thrilling.
He had embraced this unique blend of action and humor, which made him stand out in a growing industry.
Seeing this potential, Arthur decided to spend his Entertainnt Points, purchasing the rights to Drunken Master—a film perfectly suited to Jackie's strengths.
He handed Jackie both the script and the director's seat, letting him star and take charge of the project.
Jackie was thrilled by the opportunity, and Arthur had no doubt that the film would be a success.
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While Arthur focused on building his empire, Yoda was undergoing his own journey—one of understanding the world he had been summoned into.
Day by day, he was learning more—not just about this world, but about Arthur himself.
Despite his centuries of wisdom, there were things in this world that astonished him.
The first of which was Arthur's inventions.
"Television," "films," and, most importantly—"computers."
When he first saw the computer and Hellfire Web, it imdiately reminded him of the Imperial Computer Network and the HoloNet from his own galaxy.
To be able to send ssages instantly, access information, and communicate across distances using sothing like Hellbook, all through Hellfire Telecommunications—it was beyond anything he had expected to see in a world like this.
Even with his control over emotions, he couldn't help but feel a sense of surprise.
This world was a contradiction.
On one hand, its foundations were deeply traditional—a society still shaped by monarchies, aristocracies, and territorial conflicts. Power was held by kings, nobles, and ruling factions, and disputes were still settled through diplomacy, war, or strategic marriages.
Yet, on the other hand, there existed technology that defied its era.
Computers. Instant communication. A growing digital network that connected people across vast distances.
It stood out—like a fragnt of advanced civilization in a world still rooted in old power structures and traditions.
And that contradiction bothered Yoda deeply.
He had been planning to discuss it with Arthur.
However, when they finally t, Arthur had a different conversation in mind.
With a smirk, Arthur handed Yoda a script, his tone casual yet clearly expectant.
"I want to make a movie about your world," Arthur said, studying Yoda's reaction.
"And I'd like to know your opinion on it."
Yoda took the script, initially dismissive, expecting it to be nothing more than entertainnt.
But as he read through it—
His expression darkened slightly.
The script contained a chillingly accurate depiction of the future conflicts in his world—so eerily possible that it unsettled him.
And there were things within it—details—that he had never spoken of to Arthur, yet they were written here as if Arthur had foreseen them himself.
The rise of a tyrannical Empire, crushing opposition under its control.
A hidden rebellion, forming in the shadows, seeking to restore freedom.
A powerful Force-user, lost in the galaxy, unaware of his destiny.
The creation of a planet-destroying weapon, capable of wiping out entire civilizations in an instant.
A once-great order of warriors, the Jedi, now nothing more than legends, scattered and hunted to extinction.
A forr Jedi turned enforcer, clad in black armor, wielding power unlike any other—more machine than man, yet still bound by the will of his master.
The idea of a Sith Lord manipulating events from the shadows, orchestrating the downfall of democracy, twisting a Republic into an Empire, all while remaining unseen.
Yoda's grip on the script tightened slightly.
None of these things had happened yet.
But if this script was correct—if Arthur had unknowingly foreseen the fall of his world—
Then the Force was trying to tell him sothing.
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