A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away, a struggle was waged between the forces of light and dark. Mystical energies rippled throughout the inhabited systems, and ancient prophecies came slowly, inexorably, to fruition. A galactic Republic, keeper of the peace for a thousand generations, withered and died in the shadow of an evil dictator's greedily outstretched hands, and its remains were crushed beneath the armoured boot heels of Imperial troops. Only a few defenders of the old ways survived, escaping the ruthless pogrom and fleeing to the far reaches of the galaxy. Biding their time, rebuilding their strength, they finally re-emerged to launch a rebellion against the tyranny of the Empire.
This is not that story.
If history has taught us anything, it has taught us that those who fail to learn from the mistakes of history are doomed to repeat them. Not such a long time ago (in fact, it would be more accurate to say in the very near future) in a galaxy virtually the same as our own, the struggle between the forces of light and dark once more rears its ugly head. Mystical energies begin to build, ancient prophecies flex their muscles, and small furry animals tremble in fear.
This is that story.