It is 3,845 years before the battle of Yavin.
For two centuries the galaxy was ravaged by a series of terible wars. The sith boiled out of the unkown regions again and again to plunge the galaxy into chaos, using the philisophical mercinary clan of Mandalorians as their pawns along with dozens of others.
60 years ago, the Jedi were ousted from Corusant and for two decades the galaxy languished in thrall to the Sith.
At the end of this period, when the fighting was the most intense, a young Ithorian--steeped in the Jedi ways--learned extrodinary secrets of the Light Side of the Force. Deactivating his light saber in the middle of a duel with a bitter old sith, he glowed with the light of the force and extended his hand, offering him a benediction of peace. The old Sith, bitter and twisted, could not deny the serenity the Jedi offered. He took the Ithorian's hand and the two walked away from battle together.
Time and time again, this Ithorian walked onto the field of battle with the force iluminating him, offering peace to those lost to the Dark Side. Often, a sith would accept. More often, they would be driven from the battlefield by what the Ithorian offered them.
He did not end the war alone with his offer's of peace, but he did his part wtihout ever taking a life.
Known today as Master Andor, he sits on the Jedi High Council at Coruscant. He guides the Jedi order ever away from a harsh hand all the while pushing for every child with the force in them to be found at as early an age as possible and brought to a jedi temple for training--or one of the few other societies he considers suficiently peaceful.
Though Master Andor is widely held in superstitious reverence, the truth is the Force only gave him what the galaxy was ready for. Sick from the centuries of conflict with insuficient time to heal their wounds, tired beyond exhaustion of the constant fighting, the galaxy was ready for peace.
That was fourty years ago.
Two generations have come of age now, glamorizing the heroes of old, ambitions thwarted by parents and grandparents who honored only healing and craftmanship. Criminals thrive in the shadows by keeping their heads low. Czerka Arms, with little market for their weapons and less respect from the idealists in power, mothballed many of their machines built for the craft of weapons and droids to turn their boutniful resources to planetary restoration.
The already powerful corperation has had fourty years to become deeper and deeper enmeshed in the Galactic Republic. Power corupts, ambitions run high in the young...
Peace cannot endure.