Imperial Rebirth: Prologue

I have decided to post the prologue of my novel for everyone?s perusement. I won?t be posting the rest, because the structure works too well in Word, but here, anyway, it is.

Cold, empty winds swam through the cold, empty darkness swallowing itself, spilling out from its own calm vacuum and back in again. From within, the black of space coils around its own tendrils, pin-wheeling from one pinprick of light to the next, if only to paint the vast distances between. From outside, however, the stars on the canvas are markers placing an order in the seemingly random positioning of the galaxy?s contents. Moons circle planets, and in turn planets circle stars. And the stars circle each other, chasing the area they left when they sparked into being. The blackness between the monsters of light bends into a blue of cold rationality, and everything remains unchanged. The order holds onto the order, and life arises in every form it can conceive.
From the outside, space is quiet and empty; slow moving and simple; perfect, peaceful. From the inside, the madness throws all that is quiet aside, filling as much space as it can with synthetic bodies of matter and energy. Light is chased by its offspring, as they endeavour to devour the other children. Sadness follows the anger, and war rages as the anger feeds on the fuel it requires.
But the order stays the same; indifferent to everything that carries on within it. It controls the actions and expects them to occur. The order makes sure that by the end of the many tiny events going on within its boundaries, everything is balanced. While the masses are slaughtered, and the many slaughter; as the infinite are good, the infinite are evil, the Force maintains balance. The Force alters the story being told, so that everything remains unchanged forever.
The Force holds onto the order it predominates, bringing the galaxy together, while it pulls it apart.
And all this carries on, unfolding into eternity as one more tiny occurrence prepares to announce itself.
The cold, empty winds continued on through the blackness, carried and created by the Force. The winds swept into the giant stars, the planets, the moons, the space stations, and the starships. The winds fell into the bowel of a mile long, wedged shaped monstrosity of floating architecture, designed to inspire fear into any watchful, prying eyes. These winds fell into the lair of one of the few remaining pieces of the desecrated Imperial Navy. They ran into the Victory-class Star Destroyer, which hung on emptiness, awaiting its sibling space crafts to meet it.
Ever since the defeat of the Empire at Endor, this vessel had lain in wait of this day. Milling around with their various duties, unrest bit away at the Imperial crew. Even within the central recreation centre, the few off-duty stormtroopers and pilots were not content with their gambling and sport. Everyone felt the raw excitement of what they were about to take part in, what they were to achieve.
On the bridge the excitement was only slightly less audible than elsewhere. In the presence of their leader, the crew only fidgeted occasionally and would not dare to speak more than a whisper of their thoughts.
Down in the crew pits the near trembling hands of one grey clad tactical officer turned the control dial of his sensor log screen, changing its image from the localised system plan, to the wider sector map. The star chart displayed their current position automatically, and with a few quick selections from the menus beneath the screen, also their targets and the chosen path to reach them. He then returned to the system plan, while retaining the targets which were in that system. Four green dots, three of which formed an isosceles triangle with the fourth placed almost precisely at its centre. It was of course a false representation, because it was a simplistic two-dimensional image, but the overhead view did allow for ease of use.
The officer made another selection from the menus, and several tightly packed red dots appeared. They