Hello guys and welcome to a COMPLETELY different plotbunny that's been stuck in my head ever since I finished writing the pilot chapter for "The Demon's Homecoming", by the way, check it out if you get the chance and haven't yet. As I stated in that little opening this is going to be a completely different story that I haven't seen with this specific crossover type. What do I mean? Well, I'm working on another HP/SW plotbunny with the guidance of Shadowz101, but this, this is something so much darker that I wanted to try my hand at. I mean it gets really dark for a short time. What do I mean? Well, imagine a hypothetical world where Dumbledore was killed in the early days of the Pureblood Supremacy movement headed by Voldemort. Yeah, that's not a world that I would not want to live in let alone come near to.

Another note is that this story officially happens during the New Republic era, completely destroying the whole Disney dismissal of the Expanded Universe so HA! (that was towards Disney, not you dear reader). Anyway most of the story told in this pilot chapter will be told in a series of flashbacks going back to an idea that Shadowz101 and I have been working on for another crossover of this type, but less dark; specifically, whose apprentice a young Harry Potter will become. I will note that I sort of rip off the specific meeting scene from my aforementioned story above. Well, it's my story, so I can plagiarize myself.

So yeah, this is going into major AU in the HP events as there will be no "boy-who-lived" or anything like that. I also don't intend to make this saga length either as with this premise I don't think that it'll take very long for the ending to come up. I will state though that this is a little writing experiment that I'm doing to see if I CAN even write a slightly darker story with a completely alternate universe HP storyline. Again this was a little idea that popped into my head out of nowhere and wouldn't leave me alone.

I should also mention that this is one of six total Star Wars ideas that have spawned from my mind after seeing The Force Awakens so hopefully the other five will get up here eventually, well after I finish writing new chapters for my two primary fics of course.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except my copy of MS Word and my laptop. Star Wars regretfully belongs to Disney. Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling aka the Mistress of Magic, Scholastic Books, and the Warner Brothers (for the characters, book publishing rights, and the movies). All original characters belong to me unless otherwise noted. All characters are fictitious and any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, is only a coincidence. All events depicted are also fictional and never happened.

NOTE: In this chapter, there is talk about dark subjects, however, nothing truly graphic is depicted or described.

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"Talking."

'Thinking.'

"Things said over comm devices."

[Specific event start/stop]

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Unnamed sector on the edge of the Outer Rim and Unknown Regions, unnamed system, officially unnamed planet. High orbit.

A young man around the age of twenty-five stood staring out the viewport of the bridge of an Executor-class Super Star Destroyer Razor's Kiss (1). Around him were not Imperial officers, but members of the New Republic. People who had wholly volunteered on this mission. Unlike the people around him he wore something similar that Jedi generals wore during the Clone Wars: body armor. Though this body armor was not plasteel, but Mandalorian Iron, otherwise known as Beshkar. Why mention the Jedi? Was this man also one? Well, not quite. He was neither Jedi nor Sith, but something in between. On his left, he wore a lightsaber, designed by him for him. And on his left, he had a holstered DL-44 blaster pistol. It had taken quite a lot to get here, but in the end, it was all worth it. He closed his eyes and thought back to how he had gathered the resources to pull off this very personal mission that consisted of this ship along with several other Star Destroyers and other elements of the Republic Navy, Marines, and Army.

[Flashback, 72 hours prior (galactic standard time)]

A group of people stood inside of the former Supreme Chancellor's office in the Senate building on Coruscant. Inside was Leia Organa-Solo, Mon Mothma, Admiral Ackbar, and Luke Skywalker. On the other end of the desk sat the man from before, he was wearing an ensemble that was completely different from what the others were wearing. He wore black combat boots, olive drab cargo pants, a red shirt that said in Aurebesh 'Sarcastic Comment Loading Please Wait…' while what looked like a pinwheel in different shades of white in between the sets of words (2), and a leather jacket most likely made from Bantha hide. While he still carried his lightsaber on the left side of his hip, his blaster was left with the Senate security.

"Why have you asked us here today, Admiral?" Mon Mothma asked calmly.

"I would like your support in complying with my deal in joining up with the Rebel Alliance years ago," the young man replied.

"And that deal was?"

"Well since Garm isn't here, as he agreed to my terms; my deal for joining the Rebel Alliance was that when the Empire was defeated a task force would be sortied to reclaim my homeworld," the young man replied.

"Reclaim your homeworld?" Leia asked.

"Some of you… you know my history. How I became part of this vast galaxy and its affairs, who I was associated with. My early life was not a happy one. There was a civil war in the shadows that was conducted between two factions of local Force users that called themselves 'wizards and witches' that fought for different ideologies. One for what was right and one that fought for the purity of their blood. Unfortunately, the side that my parents' parents sided on was defeated. From then on they went on to the mundane world, killing and enslaving men, women, and children alike.

"My father got off lucky and escaped in his early teens, joining up with a local resistance movement, ironically similar to the Rebels. My mother, on the other hand, wasn't so lucky. Those that were considered 'less' than them, those with blood less 'pure' than theirs, were forced to do things that I would not wish upon any sentient being. The men and boys were always in hard labor camps, but as for the women and girls, may the Force have mercy upon their souls," he let that hang in the air, getting the point across how bad it was. "My father managed to rescue my mother and several other women and girls in a random raid on some brothel that was run by one of the Dark Lord's inner circle. After they escaped to a remote location for her to recover, one thing led to another and she was pregnant with me."

"Dark Lord? As in Sith?" Luke asked in worry that there was another Sith out there.

"Imagine Emperor Palpatine, ruler of a single planet all under his control, with no way off of it. Yes, I'm going there. This guy is as bad as Palpatine, if not worse. Except for the whole superlaser planet destroying weapons fetish he had." He then saw Luke start thinking deeply. "This bastard kills for fun, and frankly I think he gets off on it. Anyway, my parents managed to keep me hidden for three years before they found us. Someone narced on us and we were hauled away to one of the worst prison camps on the planet. There we were branded." He then took off his jacket, showing the elaborate tapestry of tattoos on his right arm, all except for one spot on the underside of his wrist, there was a set of numbers in another language in plain black ink.

"There I got to see as my father was murdered right in front of me, my mother raped until she was nothing more than a quivering mess incapable of cognitive thought in the dirt before they hauled her away to what I now assume was a breeding facility, and me? Well, I got to go where the men worked: the coal mines. Five years of hell I worked there until the unlikeliest of 'heroes' rescued me," he then looked at Luke and Leia, "your father."

The room went dead silent. You could hear the speeders passing by though the room was soundproofed. "Vader?" Luke asked finally.

"I know, right? It went a little something like this-."

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[Flackback-ception start]

Seventeen years ago, a little backwater planet in the middle of nowhere. High orbit.

A single Star Destroyer lay in orbit above a garden world. However, one could see that the green that the planet once had was replaced by a repulsive brown and the sky, once filled with white, fluffy clouds was filled with brown smog. Heavy, mechanical breathing filled the bridge as one Darth Vader stared out of the forward viewport at a large island on the upper hemisphere of the planet. The Force had drawn him here, he had no idea why, nor was he going to ask; though, the Force was pulling him towards the surface, to that large island.

"Commander," the Sith Lord commanded in his deep, synthetic, baritone voice. "Prepare a shuttle. Have the 501st prepared for deployment."

"Yes sir," the commander replied quickly as to not end up like one of the other poor souls that had died at Vader's literal hand. The Sith then walked through the bridge blast doors and into the main turbolift that took him down to the hangar.

He walked onto the main hangar bay of the Star Destroyer to see a complete honor guard standing at attention in two aisles on both sides of the Lambda-class shuttle's ramp. He walked up and inside it and twenty of his best Stormtroopers followed him inside. The shuttle sealed itself and left the hangar, two TIE fighters followed behind the shuttle, all heading towards the same marker placed by Vader. The shuttle passed through the polluted atmosphere and landed outside what looked like work camp that made official Imperial prisons look like ideal vacation spots.

"Tell the escorts to be on standby, we will need them for air support soon enough," Vader said to the pilot, who acknowledged his command. The ramp lowered with hisses of pressurized air escaping. Vader walked down the ramp to be surprised when he felt small tremors in the Force as a dozen black cloaked, white skull masked humanoids appeared before him brandishing sticks like weapons. He himself had his lightsaber in hand and his thumb over the activation stud as the Force was telling him that these beings were a threat if underestimated. Vader's Stormtroopers followed him out of the shuttle and made a half-moon formation beside their commander.

"Who are you, trespasser filth?" one demanded in a very haughty tone with an accent that reminded Vader of a captain he had killed not too long ago for failing multiple missions (3).

"Who I am is of no concern to you, only that you stand aside," Vader calmly replied, his empty hand making a signal for 'prepare to fire.'

"It is our concern as this is our master's land and property. We will not allow you access."

Vader's Stormtroopers already had their fingers on their rifles' triggers, waiting for the command. "A pity, as this will be the last failure you will suffer for your master." Vader then clenched his hand, giving the signal to fire while igniting his lightsaber. His plasma blade carved through the male like a hot vibroblade through blue butter. His Stormtroopers effortlessly dispatched the Force users. 'Even padawans are stronger in the Force than these pathetic wastes of life,' Vader thought as he ripped away one of the masks, revealing that these were humans after all. "Kill all who stand in our way, terminate those who wear this uniform with extreme prejudice," he addressed his troops.

"And what of the slaves, my lord?" a trooper asked.

Vader was conflicted. On one hand, as a Sith, he didn't care. But on the other hand, as a freed slave from a remote desert planet, he felt obligated to do something. And so he called upon the Force once more to guide his actions once more. After a moment of on the spot meditation, he made his decision. "Free those you come across, tell them that those who wish to fight their oppressors will find weapons in the main courtyard capable of defeating them." He turned to another trooper, "Comm the Respite. Tell them to put as many blaster rifles, pistols, and power packs as possible in a supply pod and to launch it at the coordinates of the courtyard." He paused for a moment before adding, "And a commlink set to the standard Imperial frequency."

Vader then reached out with the Force once more to find the being the Force directed him towards. As he did he felt the minds of the slaves inside the facility, it felt as though their minds were muddled; their minds were being controlled, all thought except for the performance of specific tasks suppressed. He metaphorically reached out a ripped away the suppressant like ripping off a bandage. Immediately every slave in the compound screamed in agony before they slowly came to their senses, and to some, it was the first time they ever had thoughts of their own. The cloaked and masked slavers were completely confused as the slaves had never acted like this before. Before they could use their mockery of the Force, the advancing Stormtroopers or Vader himself killed the blight on life itself until they reached the entrance to a mineshaft.

They slowly made their way down into the depths of the planet, occasionally freeing a group of slaves they came across, forwarding on the message of weapons to riot against their captors, which arrived as the embodiments of death walked into the mineshaft. It was then Vader found what he was looking for.

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A few minutes earlier…

The worker, read 'slave', numbered 2558865 swung his pickaxe at the tunnel wall, just like the rest of the workers in the 'chain gang' he was assigned to. There were only men, no women as they were taken elsewhere like his mother was almost a lifetime ago. He knew he was three years old when they threw him into this hellhole. It was always dark when they were forced to wake up and dark when they sent them back to the barracks, so he had no idea what the real passage of time was. Only that it was long enough that he grew taller.

His stature was strong enough to swing a pickaxe for hours on end but too weak to actually fight back. When they captured him they cast some spell with the incantation 'Imperio' on him and while he was forced to do whatever they wished, his mind was his own even if he couldn't control his body. He always saw glazed looks in the eyes of his 'co-workers', like if they were drugged or under mind control. He always figured his anger, rage, and hatred kept his mind clear.

Mid-swing of yet another swing at the metal and mineral rich earth he stopped suddenly. "Oi! Why'd you stop?" one of the Death Eater wardens demanded. The pig never got an answer from the boy as the rest of the boy's slave brothers howled in agony. But for the boy, he felt whatever was controlling him release him. He turned around to see the Death Eater pulling out his wand, if he recalled correctly, and started to aim from slave to slave, confused at what was going on.

It was then the boy snapped. He threw all his hatred and rage towards the Death Eater, throwing him violently into the wall, knocking the wand out of his hand. The boy picked up the wand, without touching it, and clenched his fist, destroying the wooden instrument. "Stop it, I'm warning you!" the pig shouted in desperation as he pulled a knife.

It was ripped from his grasp similarly how the boy lifted the wand off the ground and crushed it. It was then the boy realized the mechanical breathing behind him, as well as the pig as well. What he saw was menacing to no end. There was what looked like the analog of a man in black armor, his head encased in some sort of skeletal-like mask, the knife floating in front of him. Behind him were white armored soldiers that wielded strange weapons.

They pointed them at the Death Eater, which slightly disappointed the boy, but then the imposing figure held up a hand. "No. This is HIS kill," he commanded in a deep voice. He then turned his attention to the boy, "Use your hate, use your aggression on the one who oppressed you. Make him suffer, and show him the power of the Force. Unleash your vengeance upon him."

Oh, the boy wanted revenge. They had taken everything from him. His father. His mother. His life. They could have just left him alone. But they didn't. He channeled his anger into his hands and unleashed a torrent of blue lightning into the Death Eater. He convulsed in pain and agony, but it was nothing like the pain that the boy felt inside. He summoned the power once more, taking the cylindrical object from the imposing figure and impaled the Death Eater with it, filling the area with the smell of cooking meat. The boy pulled the glowing blade from the man's chest and swiftly cut off his head.

It was then he felt the blade taken from him and saw that it was once more in the figure's hand. "You have done well, youngling," he stated.

"What was that?" the boy asked.

"That was but a taste of the Dark Side of the Force."

"Where can I learn more of this power?" he asked with childish interest.

"From me as an apprentice, should you desire it." He took a step closer. "Tell me, what is it that you desire most of all?"

"To free my people and get my revenge against the ones who enslaved me," the boy replied without even thinking as this is what he dreamed of.

"A noble goal. If you join me this, and much more, will be yours," Vader stated.

The boy pondered his options. From what he could hear up top, the rest of his slave-brothers were fighting the Death Eaters using whatever those white armored soldiers were using, he could either stay and fight, which could lead to him dying an early death with no retribution being brought to Voldemort and his followers; or he could leave with the man in front of him and return at a later date and destroy Voldemort once and for all, freeing everyone on Earth. "I'll do it. I'll join you as your apprentice," the boy answered.

"Then come quickly, time is running short." Vader and his entourage, now with the boy, in tow following close behind him; the boy surrounded by the troopers in a protective circle of death. More Death Eaters tried to stop them as they emerged from the mine, which above ground was now a battlefield of carnage, whom Vader just threw with a flick of his wrist or cut down with his lightsaber. The newly formed resistance fired their new weapons at the Death Eaters and were actually succeeding. The TIE escorts were dogfighting the Death Eaters on brooms with ease as each were cut down one by one by the twin laser canons, their spells doing nothing against the durasteel hull (4).

As they entered the shuttle they heard the victorious cheers from the newly freed slaves. The shuttle sealed up after the last Stormtrooper was loaded inside. The shuttle then took off and flew away, a trooper on the rear turret. As the shuttle and its occupants made their escape they were followed by more of the Death Eaters on broomsticks, which were swiftly cut down by the gunner. A few minutes later the shuttle broke into the upper atmosphere, the remaining Death Eaters, unable to continue following because of the lack of air, turned back.

Vader turned to the boy once more, "What is your name?"

"They called me Worker number 2558865," he replied.

"What do you call yourself?" Vader again asked, knowing that this was not the identification that the boy knew himself as.

"Hadrian Potter, son of James and Lillian Potter."

[Flashback-ception end]

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Back inside former Emperor's Senate Chambers.

"It's weird, you know, learning you're not alone in this big ol' galaxy. Learning you aren't the only planet of humans out there baffled me, in fact, it still does. I mean how did we get all over the place? But imagine when I saw my first Twi'lek," Harry chuckled at the memory. His jaw at the time was on the ground at their enchanting, exotic beauty. "Anyway I trained as Vader's secret apprentice in the ways of the Sith for a time before he just let me go, gave me an old YT-1300 freighter, an astromech, and a couple thousand credits worth of gold and pretty much said I had a two Coruscant day head start when I was around maybe fourteen. Luckily I had some piloting experience, the rest was 'on the job' training."

"He just… let you go?" Mon Mothma asked.

"I never figured out why, I'm just glad he didn't just straight up kill me then and there."

"Why did he free those slaves and give them weapons?" Leia asked, hoping that her father saw the Light earlier than his final encounter with Luke.

"No clue exactly. Maybe he just needed a distraction to make our exit easier, maybe he wanted to give the slaves a fighting chance to fight their masters bringing up some major psychobabble mumbo jumbo of which we could make some interesting theories of, he could have just wanted his newly armed rebels to weaken my planet's resident pseudo-Sith's army so that when the Empire would eventually come back they could use their initial goodwill as leverage to join the Empire. Unless we can directly ask him, I guess we'll never know his reasoning," he answered. "After that though I wandered from system to system doing odd jobs that paid up front to pay for food and fuel, eventually my way crossed with ex-Jedi Ahsoka Tano's, and after much convincing she trained me in the ways of the Jedi until about four years before you guys blew up the first Death Star."

"Ahsoka Tano?" Luke asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm actually surprised you haven't heard of her. Last I heard she was doing something in the Outer Rim near the Unknown Regions far away from the politics of the Core."

"Ahsoka Tano was the only apprentice to Anakin Skywalker before he became a Sith Lord during the Clone Wars. The reason she's an ex-Jedi and was able to avoid the Great Purge as long as she did, is because she left the Jedi Order after she had been framed for a mass murder," Mon Mothma answered Luke's question. "After the trial was ruled as a mistrial as the real culprit was discovered before the ruling could be made: Barriss Offee, she quit the Jedi Order. Though honestly, I don't blame her for quitting as she did," she sighed.

"You don't blame her for quitting?" Leia asked.

"During that whole ordeal, she only had two friends inside the Jedi Order, your father and Obi-Wan Kenobi, and only two friends in the Senate, Bail Organa and Padme Amidala, who openly supported her innocence. Why continue to be part of something that doesn't even believe you?" She then turned to Harry. "How DID you get her to train you?"

"It took a lot of convincing," Harry replied. However, they all felt as though he was leaving something out and stared at him with an accusatory look. "Ok, fine. I MIGHT have blackmailed her into training me by threatening to send the Inquisitors after her."

"Inquisitors?" Luke asked.

"Think Sith that are Sith in all but name as there can only be two, one master and one apprentice in Darth Bane's Rule of Two philosophy. There were several dozens of these guys that solely existed to hunt Jedi to extinction under the direct guidance of Vader and, to a lesser extent, Palpatine. Getting back on track, though. After Ashoka left me to my own devices I just did as I did before for four years. Eventually, Garm managed to track me down a few weeks after Yavin and tried to recruit me as Ashoka had mentioned something about another Force sensitive with my description to both him and Bail when she joined them. I mean first they appealed to my sense of morality, but that didn't go over too well in terms of persuasion. Then money, I mean everyone needs it at some point, that as well didn't go through either. Then came my counter offer like I stated before: should the Rebellion succeed the Rebellion, or the New Republic now, would assist me in the reclamation of my homeworld and in return my homeworld, being a pre-hyperspace civilization, would join the new government for protection from outside corporations that would take advantage of its technologically inferior society."

Mon Mothma sighed, "I'll have to confirm this with Garm, assuming he'll speak to me at all. We didn't part on the best of terms during the Rebellion."

[Flashback end]

"Sir?" a male voice asked behind the reminiscing Admiral. He looked to be in his mid to late twenties with raven hair, fair skin, and brown eyes.

"Yes, commander?" Harry replied without turning around.

"All capital ships are in position, all targets have been programmed into the probe droids and are ready to fire. All fighter squadrons are in their ship's respective ready rooms as well as the ground troops."

"Is the holocam equipment ready?" he asked, finally turning around.

"It's all set and programmed to broadcast on all known and found wavelengths." Looking behind the commander he saw an R6 unit ready to record the message.

"Good," he replied in approval. "Tell all ships to fire their probes immediately."

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A few minutes later. Buckingham Palace, London, England.

Regardless of what the ones in power believed, there was something to be said about muggle architecture. For example: while the first Pharaoh was a wizard and was heralded as a god, all of his workers and engineers were, in fact, all muggles and they managed to build one of the most complex structures on the planet at the time without magic. And while the Death Eaters and Voldemort himself hated the muggles, they loved the lavish land and mansion that was Buckingham Palace. Hundreds of Pureblooded magicals walked the streets, some with their slaves in tow, in front of the palace to pay respect to their Lord and Master. However, this false 'peace and tranquility' was disturbed by a meteorite impacting the street outside the palace.

Every black cloaked magical within three hundred meters gathered around the crater. Expecting to see some sort of meteor, they were surprised to see a three-eyed THING that levitated out of the crater that had several arms, some clawed and others like picks. It all of a sudden extended two antenna type objects from its head and sounded like it was muttering in an alien language. One of its eyes started glowing and the image of a translucent man appeared in front of them, larger than any human outside of a giant. It was then they noticed it was but a projection.

"This is a message to all beings on Earth, magical and non-magical alike. My name is Admiral Hadrian Potter and I represent the New Republic. I was once one of the billions of slaves of this planet, and now I am one of the more respected members of the New Republic Navy. For forty years the one named Voldemort and his followers have been in control of this planet, and since then he and his followers have committed crimes against sentience. His reign ends today. To those that stand with Voldemort and his ideals, you will not survive. You will be hunted down until none of you remain. For those who stand against him you have a choice, stand aside or help us in defeating him and his forces. This next message is to Voldemort himself: Surrender now and save us a drawn out fight that'll result in unneeded deaths. You have twenty-four hours to respond using any of the probe droids." The figure then vanished. The antennas on the droid then retracted and it just floated in place, chattering to itself in that other language.

While most of the audience scoffed that anything would be able to defeat their dark lord, but one in the audience, an older adult male had apparated to the location as the Taboo curse had summoned him there, and while he thought the same as the audience, he still had to report the Dark Lord this development. What this one specific person didn't notice was the platinum blonde woman around twenty-five in age also watching the transmission, she had news to tell the Resistance.

To be continued…?

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But anyway, that's the initial pilot chapter of this little plotbunny. But before I take off, notes!

1. The Razor's Kiss was an Executor-class Super Star Destroyer that originally debuted in the X-Wing series novel "Razor's Kiss" where an Imperial Warlord attempts to steal a Super Star Destroyer by the same name from a shipyard. In this specific AU Harry managed to steal it well before the Warlord had a chance to even get near it. Therefore, under Maritime "dibs", the ship is his though he loans it out to the New Republic for a price that he then uses to pay for expenses.

2. This is actually a shirt that I got for Christmas. So if you see a guy wearing that shirt, that might be me, it may not be me. But it is a hilarious shirt.

3. For whatever reason apparently, the galaxy has Space-Brits that work for the Empire. No one in the Rebellion has a British accent that we see in any visual media. Maybe Lucas at the time was saying something there… or maybe I'm just reading too much into it. Yeah, I'm going with the latter.

4. So how aren't the spells doing anything to the hull of the TIE fighters or the Lambda shuttle? Well, it is a material not native to Earth, therefore we don't know its density and how much force it would take to cut through it. Someone of Voldie's level of power? Yeah his spells would do something to durasteel hulls with his most powerful blasting hexes, his killing curse on the other hand, as it is soul magic, would do nothing as the spell is only coming in contact with the hull, not the pilots inside.

Ok so before someone can call me out on it, blasters will be far more powerful than any weapon that the Death Eaters and their followers can come up with because it uses a specific kind of gas isotope (Tibanna gas) to create plasma bolts that it then fires. This is a classic scenario because this is a type of weaponry that they've never encountered before (see the Halo series as an example) and have no actual way to test armor or spell effectiveness outside of actual field testing, of which the former would be looted by Resistance members and the latter, if they're magical, would loot and/or destroy the wands to prevent any results from getting back to Voldie or his Death Eaters. Being a force, like the Rebels, that use pretty much anything and everything they can use when they come across it as they have no official support.

The same argument could be held with the orbital strike lasers that Star Destroyers are equipped with, as their strike force is not measured in the real world the only analogue we have is the Base Delta Zero order that is seen in the Rebels series which is the complete devastation of a planet by orbital bombardment which would leave the planet pretty much uninhabitable for generations to come. Tatooine was orbitally bombarded during the era of the Infinite Empire and to the present was a complete desert wasteland, which leads us to believe that at some point there was some life and landmass on it other than a desert-scape.

So tell me what you think. Should I continue this further, or well at least sooner? Let me know. Flames will be ignored be helpful suggestions will be listened to. Until next time.