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Star Wars: Under A Dark Reign

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Cal Raelyn [35] "Our numbers may be small, but we shall spark a light in all the Galaxy's hearts!"
Tony Garcia [33] "my family has lasted through eons we always do."
Nal'dar Tann [27] "I will stand beside my friends in every battle!"
Anakin Skywalker (Darth Vader) [22] The Broken Soul who Rules the Galaxy
Sura (Darth Animosity) [14] Ill KILL YOU ALL!
Sin [7] "Lust can be as powerful as anger."
Alios [6]

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"Tony Garcia we have order's from the emperor to...""shut up and start with the shooting already."he said as he lifted the storm trooper into the air"before i lose my patience."he was ready to throw the guy when a sith jedi bust through the door"now the real fun begins."he was in a bar on dantooine he threw the storm trooper and the sith caught him and slammed him on the floor yelling"you said it would be easy enough for a wookie to do it you fool!"Tony got bored and said"it is time for sudden death."he pulled the sith to right next to him and stabbed him with his light saber he said"well that was disappointing."he frowned and dropped the sith he pushed the storm trooper out of the bar saying"bring me more sith to kill."he was bored and wanted a challenge.

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Star Wars

UNDER A DARK REIGN

The faces of the Sith have been revealed in the waning days of the Galactic Civil War. As the Separatists scatter to survive, the evil Darth Sidious has dismantled the Old Republic in favor of his new Empire!

The Jedi are outlawed and the Clone armies now promise a new age of iron tyranny unlike anything the galaxy has ever seen. As these final matters are resolved, the anointed fallen Jedi, Darth Vader, is the foremost concern of the first Galactic Emperor.

Darth Sidious travels the Mustafar System to receive his young apprentice and to bear witness to a decisive battle to determine the fate of the galaxy…




The shuttle of the first Galactic Emperor was coming ever closer to the fire drenched planet of Mustafar. The triumph of the dark side of the force was in its full climax, the Jedi had been outlawed in the new Empire, and the opponents in the Civil War were finally destroyed. There was but one final matter for the Dark Lord Sidious to finally resolve as he waited to receive his apprentice. He gave an order to one of the Clone Troopers, “Prepare the receiving party.”
The Trooper confirmed, “Yes my lord.”
Sidious sensed to himself, “I sense I have underestimated Lord Vader…”

Obi-wan turned his dive into a forward roll that left him barely teetering on the rim of a low cliff, just above the soft black sand of the riverbank.
“It’s over Anakin! I have the high ground!”
Anakin snarled, “You underestimate my power!”
“Don’t try it!” A mere second after, Anakin leapt off his droid at Obi-wan’s back.
Seeking to cut Anakin off at his knees, it was a strike worthy of an effort to defeat his old friend, but Skywalker was in the correct position to completely miss Obi-wan’s blue blade entirely. This mistake cost Obi-Wan the battle as Anakin’s blade thrust into his old master and friend’s back and ending his life. With this death, the revenge of the Sith was complete and Anakin kicked the corpse of his older friend closer to the river of fire.

Making his way back to the landing pads, Anakin saw the shuttle of his new master descending. Upon touchdown, the shuttle released a squad of clone troopers followed by the aged Emperor to see the fruits of his young disciples work. He congratulated Anakin, “Excellent work my apprentice. There are none left to oppose us. The galaxy is ours now.” Gesturing to a clone trooper with a black box, the trooper opened it with a light saber inside. “Your new weapon. Lord Vader.”
Taking the saber in his hand and feeling a new sense of accomplishment through his deeds, Anakin in a flash of a second activated the blade and thrust the red saber into his master. The death was far slower than what was earned by his master Obi-wan, but seeing into Sidious’ eyes Anakin did not see a look of surprise or sadness. Rather it was one of a twisted sense of gleeful accomplishment that taunted the face of the younger Sith.
Taking the blade out of the old man, Anakin turned to the clone troopers proclaiming, “No. The galaxy belongs to me!”

In this moment of dreaded accomplishment, Anakin had forgotten one key detail. Rushing back to his wife’s ship, he did not find her on the ground as she was left before, but instead with the trusted droid he had built. “Oh, master Anakin! Please hurry!”
“Where is Padme?”
Threepio answered, “Already inside, sir, but she is badly hurt.”
Not listening to any more of what his creation had to offer, Anakin took the helm of the ship and immediately set a course for the nearest medical facility to save the life of his pregnant wife.

Within the facility of Polis Massa, Anakin looked over the weakened state of his wife as the caesarian for her children was being performed. The children were taken out of the room for him to find a way to take her away from the edge of death. In his lust for power and desire to take the galaxy for himself, he destroyed the only one who knew how to cheat death. It was all he had to offer now and was forced to fend for himself in this matter.
Stroking her cheek awaiting her awakening, Anakin saw Padme’s eyes slowly open as she was released from the sedation. She weakly asked, “Anakin?”
Anakin smiled offering, “I’m here Padme. I’ve accomplished everything. I am here for you and I will always stay by you now.” This assurance was not something that brought Padme a peace of mind. In what Anakin offered as a peace gesture, there was no reassurance of safety within his eyes and the dark side took over his being. The monster that was Darth Vader wore Anakin Skywalker’s corpse within this realm of existence now, or this was what Padme had come to see.
Turning her head she began to choke on the tragic deeds that were performed on this day. With this, Anakin saw the vitals on a near screen indicate her descent into the dark void of death. Nearly panicking for the situation that reared its ugly head, Anakin turned back to her warning, “Padme… I have done everything today for you only. I have done this so that you would not die.” Padme only whimpered shaking her head from these words and continued to suffer as though she was at the hands of a monstrous torture.
In a more ferocious tone, the monster that was Darth Vader warned, “Padme, I have destroyed the Jedi Order, I have killed Obi-wan, I have ended this war. I did this all for you! I did this so you could not only live, but rule by my side! Palpatine is dead and the empire has risen! We are now heroes! The galaxy will love us! We can rule the galaxy together!” None of these words brought Padme any further from death as she continued to weakly sob under Darth Vader’s venomous words. Vader warned again, “I have done this for you Padme! Now live!”
Padme’s life continued to wane and fade from the force under the weight of the dark side and she had no words to offer. Resorting to a final choice, Vader reached out with the force and searched for the very fiber of her existence. Darth Vader found that very string and threatened, “You will not die Padme!!! I did not do all of this only to fail!!!” Intending to keep her existence intact, the action was far more brutal than what he had expected it to be. Vader was grasping the force of her presence as though it were to soon slip away from him. The greatest mistake came from him trying to take her away from the brink of death in the first place as his squeeze tightened and strangled her very life. Believing it was saving her, Vader continued to do so while Padme writhed and choked in pain as her life crumbled in this monster’s hands. In one final act of seeking comfort, Padme reached out her hand to touch the hand of her lost husband in which upon the final pressure she was finally taken out of misery. The screens signified the ultimate failure of Darth Vader, the one who sought to make Padme Amidala his Empress. Falling to his knees, the dark lord felt a heavy weight drop within his soul as the existence within Padme faded away. The final thing that mattered to him was gone.

Upon the planet Coruscant, the days of the Galactic Civil War were finally over but not without one final great price to pay. Emperor Cos Palpatine mere days after his rule began was assassinated by the Separatists along with the beloved Senator Padme Amidala. The funeral mourned for two of the greatest heroes the galaxy had ever known and no soul was more torn than that of the Hero with No Fear. Palpatine was given the cremation his body deserved but no one saw what had happened to the body of the late Senator. With the greatest failure upon his conscience, Anakin Skywalker was named within the will of the people and that of Palpatine to be the succeeding Emperor. With only the twins and his actions now affecting the entirety of the galaxy, he was truly now alone. Upon his throne, the new Dark Lord of the Sith had ascended. The dark side had made its mark upon the galaxy after a thousand years.

20 years later

The planet of Mon Calamari was undergoing yet another rebellion that threatened to distance itself from the established order of the Empire. The cruisers met with the Star Destroyers and battled one another for dominance of the void of space. This mater was not the concern of one particular shuttle as it made its way past the rebelling star fighters and their skirmishes. It was the plan of one particular man who was now preparing to remind the galaxy why it was he was chosen to be Emperor.
The shuttle descended to a landing platform near the frontlines between the Imperial Storm troopers and the rebels of Mon Calamari. The middle aged man stepped down from the shuttle walkway and surveyed his surroundings. His face was chiseled by age and obvious signs of regret, but still looked on the battle with observation as to why his servants in the 501st still hadn’t broken through.
Stepping forward, his black robes concealed his bodily movements to mere shifts underneath and made his way for the frontlines. An officer stepped forward explaining, “Lord Skywalker. The rebels have utilized a –“ Before being able to explain the situation, his words were cut off by a manipulation in the force that choked his throat closed.
The older man told him, “Your failures do not concern me Captain. I seek only results and it is something I clearly must do myself.” Anakin Skywalker then proceeded to throw the captain into the fray of the frontlines knocking over several Calamari soldiers.
Aged but doused in the dark side, Anakin Skywalker reigned supreme upon the battlefield. The force was his as it crushed the nearest shield generator that prevented the storm troopers from advancing with a mere crushing gesture of his hand. It was not enough as he pulled a nearby tower down to the ground and crushed it within the nearest building that blocked off the rebels. Making his way through the battlefield and deflecting every laser blast with his red blade, Anakin casually struck down every rebel who dared to oppose him.

This was not business that lasted longer until he made his way for one of the nearest Calamari buildings and entered with the destructive side of the force as his aid. Within the building, he recognized the patterns in the force that were not seen often anymore. One Mon Calamari and a Rodian who bore the will of the force as Jedi Knights stood next to a group of rebels who were preparing to advance.
The Mon Calamari ignited a purple light saber warning, “Dark Lord! Your wicked ways will not leave this planet! The galaxy shall not suffer this way anymore!” With no words of warning to offer the Jedi who stood against him, Anakin parried the first attack of the Calamari while forcing the approaching Rodian into a nearby wall with three rebel soldiers flying in the same direction. Anakin cut off the right hand of the Calamari Jedi and summoned forth a mighty stream of lightning to the defenseless Jedi. On the ground and beaten, the Jedi was lifted through the force into the air and into a nearby pillar. He then proceeded to deflect every shot of laser fire from the rebels and struck down every one that still stood in his presence. Sensing the Rodian Jedi running forward, Anakin grasped hold of his attacker and strangled his neck almost to the point of choking. Sending him to meet the same fate as his master, Anakin threw the remaining Jedi into a wall that threw his body into a volley of laser fire.

The deed was done and the two Jedi leaders who began the rebellion on Mon Calamari were dead. One of the storm troopers reported to Anakin, “My lord, the local militia has been put down, but there are still some trying to rise up against us.”
The Emperor ordered, “Process them into the nearest buildings. If any of them show a sign of struggle they are to be killed immediately.”
The trooper saluted, “Understood my lord.”
Another rebellion was decimated and the number of Jedi continued to dwindle as those who survived Order 66 began to wish they were killed by their loyal clones. This was the triumph of the dark side. This was the reign of Emperor Anakin Skywalker.

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Sin walks into a seedy bar, the trandoshan bouncer grabbing her ass as she walked by. She ignores him and walks over to a cloaked figure hanging out by the bar, his back to the wall and his position difficult to notice for those just entering the bar, the perfect place to do business. She sits down across from him, and for a few moments neither of them speak a word, each sizing up the other, determining if this could be a trap.

Sin catches a glimpse of his lekku, he's a togruta. She reaches between her breasts and pulls out a credit chip. "Fifty Thousand, just as promised. Do you have what I need?" He held his hand out with a metallic disk, a data storage system. She placed the chip in his hand and he placed the disk in front of her. She had won their stare down, and he had decided it would be best not to try to swindle her. Risk and losses were a game, one that he knew how to play; The deal was lucrative enough for him not to risk anything more.

Sin however did not see the situation as being enough in her favor, with her hands under the table she began to choke him with her mind. Gestures were a focus for many Jedi and Sith but she was no apprentice and knew how to focus her mind without giving away her intentions with her hands. After his passing she leaned him back and took her credit chip, she would need the money for other things. Currently however she needed to find a safe place to access the data, somewhere that she would not be followed.

She quickly left the bar, heading towards an abandoned shelter she had scouted out earlier. There she accessed the disk, data that she needed for her mission. Three key pieces of information: Pictures and video of Padme Amidala from Naboo, the location of rebel forces that sought to over throw the dark empire and data conferring the transponder codes needed to authenticate a transport for docking with secure imperial ships. Her plan would only have one shot, a small chance to eliminate the Dark Lord Vader. She knew her time frame, she would need to complete her task within the next year before the codes of the deep space vessel would be invalid and she would need a new set.

Sin stepped out towards the docks and offered to hire a small crew of three Rodians to take her where she needed to go next.

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The weakness of a single member was the destruction of an entire organisation of bounty hunters, how pitiful.

Standing upon the bridge of this groups ship, Sura, or Darth Animosity as he was so commonly known, once more reminded himself that this was why he refused to ever work with those weak of mind, they'd reveal information that, in turn, would likely get you killed.

After the attack on him by a seemingly fledgling bounty hunter, he had found himself in a greater rage than usual and had slowly tortured the information of this groups location from the poor Zabrak, he was barely twenty, and now he was a collection of meaty muscles and organs left on some desolate little planet in a barely inhabitable system that he had likeD to use as his private venting area, moronic idiot, hunting him on his own turf. After dealing with that little nuisance he had however moved on to deal with the hunter's organisation, and now, after killing them, he was enjoying the ever so fun activity of hacking their mainframe, soon he would know who had dare put a hit on him, or at least, he would be enjoying it if it weren't for the fact that the idiots had the nerve to use soo many shields that by the time he got through them all, he had mere moments to kill his several opponents before his arms tried to rip themselves off.

By the force he hated that damn disease.

So now, he had to deal with strained tendons, lucky for him he was a fast healer, also lucky that they hadn't torn again, that tended to put him out of commsion for day's, far less time than a normal human would need, but he had his little ways of speeding up the healing process ways.

Finally, he managed to get into the mainframe,

Voice commanded, classy.

"Subject file: Animosity" he stated clearly, this tended to be the standard name in such mainframes, how predictable.

The record was quickly shown, oh my, he was wanted dead by the almighty Empire, he was flattered.

Quickly he typed a message that would be sent to the employers.

"Your mercenaries have failed, but you have got my attention, il be seeing you soon, and then, you'l wish you had never been caught in the path OF MY WRATH.

Darth Animosity"

This, he reasoned, should give him some much needed fun.

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he saw the storm trooper came back with two of his pals and a sith master and he said"good job stupid he threw one lightsaber and killed the troopers the sith caught the saber and said"that was my best fool.""wah too bad i'd run if i was you."the sith master threw the saber back and said"you'll die here today." he replied"fool."and jumped at the both sabers and the sith blocked he pushed back but Tony force repulsed him into the bar counter and said"old fool."he was going to kill this sith and leave the planet any more attention and he might have a challenge the sith master had dropped the saber and was begging for his life and had one hand out toward his lightsaber Tony kicked it into a hole so the sith couldn't get it then stabbed the sith in the face and then left and got into his ship and set off for another bar saying"computer set a course for the nearest bar that doesn't want me dead."

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#, as written by Zentose
The lush open fields of Dantooine harbor mainly farmers, no cities existed on the serene planet, until the Galactic Empire that is. The Empire created one large city on the largest Continent, named Dantoo Prime, it holds the Empire base on the planet, as well as all semblance of planetary government. Dantoo Prime is rather large, about 10,000 square kilometers, it has a population of around 20 million, and has the largest food stores of any city in the quadrant. The leader of this city is Darth Angor, one of Darth Vader's lowlier apprentices.
On the same continent, in the Fields of Banir, lies the ruins of an ancient Jedi Temple, here lies the resistance group, trying to free Dantooine from the grasps of the Empire.


Dantoo Prime, 25:00

Cal, wearing a brown cloak to cover up her body, slowly walked through the streets of the northern region of Dantoo Prime, followed by Nal'dar, "she also wore a brown cloak. There passed the northernmost Empire barracks, two Stormtroopers stood guard outside the large metal door. Cal and Nal'dar broke off into an alleyway next to the barracks.
Nal'dar pulled off her hood, revealing her blue skin and red eyes, "Okay so how long before their backup would get here?"
Cal did the same, "If the intel is right about 10 minutes."
"10 minutes to clear out an entire barracks?"
"Look, this is the northern region, there shouldn't be more than 20 Stormtroopers stationed there."
"I still don't see why we have to do this," Nal'dar looked down, showing a bit of uncertainty.
"Look Nal, if we want to free Dantooine from the Empire, we are going to have to rid the entire planet of these plastic boys, and we need the data on that computer, so come on," Cal said, reassuringly, grabbing Nal'dar's chin and lifting it up.
Nal'dar smiled and said, "Let's do it."
Cal and Nal'dar walked out from behind the alley and ripped off their cloaks, Cal quickly pushed the two Stormtroopers on the ground using the force, then drew her lightsabers. Nal'dar pulled out her yellow double-bladed saber and impaled one of the Stormtroopers. Cal impaled the other, then proceeded to open the door with the force. There was a small area with a greeting droid, Cal crushed it with the force before it could activate an alarm.
There was another door, it opened automatically when Cal and Nal'dar were near it. Two Stormtroopers were walking along a small hallway, one raised his blaster and fired, Nal'dar deflected it back at him, killing him. The other activated an alarm, then got slammed into a wall by Cal, who then proceeded to impale him.
"10 minutes now, GO!" Cal yelled at Nal'dar, pointing at the other end of the small hallway they were in. Nal'dar nodded and ran to the doorway at the end of the hall, Cal went the opposite direction, and cut a hole in the door.
She jumped through the hole into a small room, there were four Stormtroopers with their blasters pointed at the door Cal just leapt through, they all began firing. Cal deflected the shots then pushed them all backwards with the force, including multiple small objects in their vicinity. Cal quickly jumped upward and impaled two of the Stormtroopers with her sabers. The other two started getting up; Cal removed her blades from the two fallen troopers then decapitated another. The fourth one got up and began to run. Cal fired a single bolt of force lightning at him, knocking him out. Cal then sauntered over to him and impaled him.
Cal continued through to next door, it opened automatically. It led into a small hallway. Cal looked down the hallway, it led upward, no Stormtroopers were in it.
"My lucky day..." Cal said to herself.
She moved at a brisk pass down the hallway, there were two doors, one led into the Troop quarters, the other lead into the armory, which is where she needed to be. Cal completely ignored the door to the troop quarters and walked to the armory door. Cal thrust her blade into the door, and slowly created a hole, it was a very thick door.
When she finished the hole she jumped through and landed on her feet, there were no Stromtroopers in the armory.
"That's odd..."
A door in the opposite direction of Cal opened, it was Nal'dar.
"Come on, the computer is just through here," Cal said, gesturing to a third door in the armory.
It opened automatically, there was a single person there, a young Sith.
"So, the Jedi order still lives..." he said, revealing a red lightsaber.
"You're master can't kill us that easily..." Nal'dar said, lifting her lightsaber.
"Yes... nor could I..." he said, lifting his saber to destroy the computer.
Cal quickly shot a continuous array of electricity at him, he began convulsing. When she stopped, he fell, then got up and charged at Cal. Cal blocked his saber and Nal'dar sliced off his head.
"What a fool..." Nal'dar said.
"That's all anger does for you..." Cal said, moving away from his body.
She accessed the computer and removed all the data she could onto a chip.
"Come on, we have to move..." Nal'dar said.
Nal'dar and Cal quickly ran through the barracks and left, with 5 minutes to spare.

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“Are we to continue to deny an answer for Nar Shaddaa?” The Hutt asked in a booming voice in the Huttese tongue as though the high and mighty emperor before him had turned deaf.
C-3PO turned to his maker and translated, “Volga humbly wishes to know if we are to at any time soon resolve the matter on the decline on Nar Shaddaa. He wishes to remind us that the bounty hunters will not be attracted to this place if we station as many storm troopers as there have been already.”
The emperor answered, “We do not require them. If your economy won’t expand into an honest line of work, then your people will pay for it themselves.”
In a final irritated voice, the Hutt warned, “You will not live to see us reclaim our place in the galaxy Skywalker!” With that the Volga the Hutt’s slab throne turned and left to exit in displeasure.
Threepio warned, “I’m afraid that Volga does not hold the highest regards for your answer my lord.” Ever since the destruction of the Tatoo system, the smuggling business had begun to flock its way to Hutt Space for safety. The emperor was not going to be fooled by allowing any further lax on the Hutts and letting them have breathing space needed to get a business running again.
Dismissing the observation, Anakin told threepio, “It’s not a matter that we need concern ourselves with.” Turning to another one of his advisors, he asked, “Do we have any progress regarding the search within Korriban?”
Grand Moff Disra reported, “The researches within the temples have yielded some results. There are portions of scriptures that do make mention of a power beyond death.”
Intrigued to hear this news, Anakin told them, “I shall be headed for Korriban effective immediately. Keep me updated on what happens here.”
Threepio reminded him, “My lord, I feel I should remind you of the current situation on Dantooine. Dantoo Prime will require your very intervention.”
Sighing in reminder of this duty, Anakin told his loyal servant, “Of course. Send a message to Admiral Pellaeon that I shall require transport. Leave me.” It wouldn’t be a bother for him. Dantooine was only along the way to Korriban as part of a detour on the Hydian Way. This affair would be the same as every other cleansing he staged across the galaxy for the many scattered rebel factions. The Grand Moff left while Threepio bowed and made his way to the nearest window.
It was meant to be a time for tuning his light saber, but it was instead a time that Anakin had dedicated to every small possible chance that he might be able to find in his reign. As a politician who demanded nothing but obedience, he had missions to accomplish and dissenters who dared to stand against him. This very scenario would have separated him from any time possible to spend with the one he truly desired to be with again.
Stroking the frame of the seat of his throne, the slab was cold to his remaining human hand and reminded him what remained back there. His best kept secret and the one thing he sought to bring to the galaxy again if it were possible. Stepping back from the throne and bringing his focus back to the mission he had at hand he whispered, “We will be together again…”

The Devastator was brought into the airspace of the city planet of Coruscant as Admiral Pellaeon and his emperor observed the preparations for a jump into hyperspace. It heralded another rallying cry to the people of the Galactic Empire that was all too familiar now. The Emperor was displeased with his servants on another world and they would soon pay for it…

One of the Imperial officers saluted to his emperor, “Lord Skywalker, we have a further development in the case for Darth Animosity.”
Turning to face the officer, Anakin asked, “Has he been found?”
The officer reported, “No, but he had a message for us. That he will cross paths with us soon apparently.”
Anakin agreed to these terms, “Very well. If he will not tell us where he is, I shall see him personally when the time is right.” Perhaps just another matter that would be answered once they arrived on Dantooine.

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Tony was in the middle of take off when he heard a rocket go off and his stabilizers malfunctioned he landed and saw a squad of sith and a platoon of storm troopers"well lets party then"he said turrents popping out of his ship and shot the troopers killing most the sith charged him he just pushed them up in to the air and started toward the at-st they had there and used the force to rip it in half"see what happens when you anger me!"he yelled he crushed the two halves of the at-st into two small balls and squished a sith with them then threw it at a incoming imperial ship.

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Alios was waiting in the back of the bar in at a particular table that was far enough away from the entrance to keep him hidden behind small groups of people while allowing him a good view of ever face that entered the bar, each day for the past couple of weeks he came at the same time and sat at the exact same spot for well over eight hours before he would leave, only to return again the next day. He wasn't exactly sure who or what he was waiting on but the moment she walked into the bar he knew, it was her, a scantly dressed woman who apparently didn't mind being felt up at the hands of a bouncer. There was no doubt in his mind she is what drew him to such a place every day.

He sat back and watched her as she sat across from a sketchy man and withdrew a small credit chip from her breast, clearly there was a deal of some sort going on but there was no telling how important the deal was without knowing the amount of credits on that chip, whatever was on the data chip she had been rewarded with must have been important because shortly after what appeared to be a clean deal the man began to choke on nothing in his seat and it didn't take long for the last ounces of life to fade form the man's eyes. Following his death she retrieved the data chip.

He stood when she did, pulling the large hood of his cloak over his head and made his way out of the bar after her, she cautiously checked over her shoulder regularly to assure she wasn't being followed but this wasn't the first time he's done this. He knew how to keep to the shadows and cover as well as masking his presence from those who were force sensitive as well. After a while he successfully tailed her to an abandoned shelter, no doubt a pre determined escape route weather things went well or terribly wrong for her, it was obviously the former fortunately for her. Even had she been caught he doubted anyone would have done anything about it, the Sith were feared more now than ever before since their rise in power and weather this woman was or wasn't in actuality a Sith, most of them would have turned a fearful blind eye to the man's murder. Shortly after arriving their he tailed her to some ship docks were she appeared to be hiring a trio of Riodan's to get her off the planet, or to a new location on the planet itself, regardless he knew there was no way he was getting on that ship with her without being spotted, it was time for a less than subtle approach.

He locked his eyes directly on the larger of the trio, one who may have been considered in charge of the other two " Kill your companions, you know they can't be trusted, kill them before they kill you instead. " he said in a hushed tone, while other force sensitive beings devoted their force training in things like force push, lighting, or chocking, he is doing what most cannot or do not attempt. Perfecting the art of persuasion, or mind tricks, it is commonly known to work only on those who are weak of mind, for him this is not the case as he have been able to sway the minds of those with even the most well trained minds. Even so this lowly bunch was hardly a challenge, using the force to channel his will to the single man it took only a couple minutes to sink in. The man would casually take a step back, not looking too suspicious, but his expression changed to one of disgust and anger as he quickly drew his blaster and shot the other two in the back " Take that you son of a bitches! " the man would shout, but Alios wasn't finished with the man just yet " but wait, maybe you were to quick with the trigger, maybe you were just too paranoid. It's too late now, you've killed your friends and there's no way you can live with this, you should just end it now he said in the same manner. The man dropped the blaster and fell to his knees realizing what he had just done , on the verge of agonizing tears the man retrieved the blaster he'd just dropped, turned it on himself and fired. A crimson blast of energy tore through his mouth and exited the back of his skull and the lifeless body crumpled to the ground.

With this deed done he stepped out from behind a stack of cargo crates to reveal himself to sith, who until now would be in total confusion after witnessing the man kill his companions in a random fit of anger and then ending his own life just minutes after. The fully cloaked Alios would simply stand in the open no longer masking his presence, waiting for her to turn and notice him, and waiting to see how she would react. He was ready to draw his saber as well if one was drawn on him.

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Sin causally reached for her saber, feeling the presence of another dark lord, she held the blade out to the side, not turning to look at him, she did not ignite it however. Her relative calmness broke into passion, allowing her emotions of frustration and anger to overwhelm her mind. While it made her much easier to find for those of a force sensitive nature, she could not anticipate if this encounter would lead to a fight.

"I required those Rodians in order to secure my transport off of this world. Is there a reason behind their early destruction? I had intended to slay them myself, but at a time more convenient to me. Now I am without a crew to pilot a ship, handle the navicomputers and man the engine room."

Much like her newly found aquantence, she was strong in more subtle uses of the force, though her particular neglect came in the form of lack of practice with a lightsaber, though she had learned how to drain the power from one, for it was still nothing more than a tool. She closed her eyes and focused on her illusion. Seven stormtroopers, appearing as real as any object, came marching in behind the two of them, four aimed at her and three aimed at him.

"it seems as though we have been found out, perhaps you'd like to tell me what you're doing here? What you could want with me?" She had frustration in her voice, she did not like having to regard others as potential equals. "Drop your weapons!" The illusionary storm trooper shouted.

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Cal and Nal'dar rushed through the city, they ran quickly, fearing discovery by the Empire. By the time they got to the dock, they were breathing heavily. Cal and Nal'dar slowly entered the building and stepped onto the elevator pad. There were two besalisks on the pad as well, taking up most of the room. They went up about a kilometer, then left, the two besalisks continued up.
"God I hate besalisks..." Nal'dar said.
Cal giggled at her remark, which made Nal'dar smile as the two continued on through the dock.
"Dock J-89, this should be it!" Cal said, quickening her pace.
She looked out to the large docking pad which held their ship. It was an average Barloz-class freighter, named Autumn's Fury. Milo was sitting by one of the boarding ramps.
"Milo!" Nal'dar said, waving at him.
"I assume the mission was a success?" he said, grinning.
"But of course." Cal said, scoffing. Cal and Nal'dar quickened their pace even more to the Autumn's Fury.
"How did Master Ruan's mission go?" Nal'dar asked Milo.
"Well, we're picking him up, you can ask him yourself," Milo said walking up the boarding ramp.
Nal'dar and Cal followed him. They walked through a small hallway.
"I think I'm going to rest for a bit," Nal'dar said, opening the door to one of the quarters.
"Yeah no problem, we've got this," Milo said, gesturing to Cal to continue moving to the cockpit.
She stepped in front of him and heard a few whispers between Milo and Nal'dar as she opened the door to the cockpit. She stopped at the ships computer and checked on the supplies, nothing much just some food, then sat down in the co-pilot's seat. Milo came in a bit after and sat down in the pilot's seat.
"Okay let's go," Milo said, starting up the engine.
"Let's," Cal said looking at Milo, who was focused on the piloting.
The freighter lifted off the docking pad and left the city.

They flew for about three hours, staying under 500 kph, so as not to be detected, and when they finally reached their destination they had to wait for 8 more hours.
Cal was lounging in the golden field they landed in, under an blba tree, about 50 meters from the ship, Nal'dar and Milo stayed inside, but Cal loved the planets environment, so she opted to stay outside.
Finally she saw in the distance, her master, Ruan, moving through to fields towards the ship.
She got up and went over to meet him.
When they met up Cal began walking alongside him and asked, "So how was it?"
"Well the Dantari trading system is usually not held up on promises, but items, we really need those weapons in order for them to join us," he said.
"Well, as soon as we can get a shipment they will have it, how many tribes did you get with the promise?"
"Too few..."
"How many Dantari did you contact?"
"In all the tribes, probably around 50,000."
"Not bad for a week's work, eh?"
"Well, try not to forget, there are over 100,000 Empire forces in the city, and that's not including their vehicles..."
"If only Mon Calamari had waited, we could really use one of their ships to take out that damned Star Destroyer in orbit..."
"Don't forget that the Mon Calamari are not the only ones with powerful ships, if we can contact the Chiss, we may be able to persuade them to join our rebellion..."
"But the Empire hasn't even bothered attacking The Chiss Ascendancy, it's all the way in the unknown regions , why would they help us?"
"You make a good argument..."
Milo came rushing out of the ship, he sprinted to Cal and Ruan.
"Bad news, really bad news, The Emperor is coming here, to deal with us..." he said, fear filling his eyes.
"Damn," Cal said, "What is he bringing with him?"
"The Devastator," he responded.
"There is no way we can stand up to a Super Star Destroyer!" Cal said again, now beginning to panic.
"Calm down," Ruan began, "If we can succeed in defeating the Emperor, then we can crush the empire with ease, and all we have to do is move up our plans and we could have the necessary arrangements for a ground assault within days."
"He's right," Cal said, quelling the fear within her, "We have a couple days until he arrives, so we just need to get the blasters and the Freerunners and we can take the city..."
"It's not that simple!" Milo yelled, "With that Super Star Destroyer, Vader could just take out the city once we took it!"
"No, Dantoo Prime is too important as a food storage and shipping plant for him to do that..." Ruan said, scratching his beard.
"Well I suppose so..." Milo said.
"We have no time to loose, let's take the ship back to the temple and regroup!" Cal said.
They rushed into the ship and took off.

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And to think, he was beginning to actually enjoy his nap.

It had been several days since his attack on the bounty hunter's, and mere minutes ago he was about to enjoy a nice long snooze, and then it finally hit him. You see, with Sura's disease, several abilities had been lost, his force illusion's and persuasion had been shot to hell the day the force practically fried his brain, however, it did give a single positive, apart from the damned anger.

He could sense disturbances in the force, anywhere, anytime, and in any area of the known galaxy and beyond. A useless ability, he had first thought the day he gained it, but he eventually realized this meant he could actually find an organisms link to the force, and use it to kill them, an ability he knew to be fairly rare. Once more however, his power had an extreme negative, had had only tested it once against a jedi padawan he had so easily decided would be a weakling, he was wrong. He had been forced to use it, or the strangely half broken green saber belonging to said padawan would be plunged through his heart, and on that day, oh how he suffered. His entire body lost nearly all connection to the force, and he for once, felt alone, the world dulled around him, he could not move, everything faded to grey.

A week later, he had awoken, the pain gone, a force coma, he had named it. He had then decided to try not to use that ability, the force disturbances that he felt never truly left though, too much activity and he would be practically super charged with energy, it potentially could kill him if he didn't waste it, and as it turned out, this was the only time he could actually use that ability of his without being put into a coma, irony seemed to hate him.

And so now, he felt this again, this was admittedly only the ninth time, but it still hurt. His mind was hit by images of two, from what he could tell at least, sith about to engage in eitheir combat or some seriously heated discussion, and then he was hit by the images of some Arkanian jedi and her companions. Well, at least he had something he would happily waste this energy on. Quickly he tried to sense her through the force itself, seeking the Arkanian, or at least her connection to her energy, quickly he found and grasped on, and began to choke the wench.

He would have killed her too, clenched his tightened hand into a fist and break her throat, but that's when the wounds of the days before decided to pop up and say hello. His focus was lost as quick as it was gained, and by the force, did it sting, he was coughing up blood within seconds and with only moments to spare before his brain shut down, he had to get rid of the excess energy. He began to look for any target from the windows on the ship's bridge, finding a space vessel used for junk not too far from his own ship he grasped it from its current journey and crushed it, releiving him of a massive amount of energy, and also leaving a broken giant hunk of metal that was about to hit the atmosphere of the closest planet.

Having a look after he finally stabilized himself, he realized what planet he had just caused a junk ship to crash into. Dagobah, crap, if the myths of this planet were true, he had possibly just annoyed an incredibly powerful jedi master. He decided in a mere moment that his best bet was to get the hell away from here before something else happened. Apparently the imperials were heading to Dantooine for something, well then, he knew where he was going. In all honesty, he admitted while activating the hyper drive, he did not really care about the Empire at all, in fact, he rather admired some of the work they did, but he was in a bad mood and managed to sent an angry letter to the most powerful organization in the galaxy, oh well, let them come.

Because if need be, Darth Animosity would be quite happy to take on an impossible battle, because if he got involved with this war the imperials and rebels were having, neither side would exist by the time he had his fill of death.

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Days after the jump to hyperspace, the Devastator hung well above the atmosphere of Dantooine. Anakin observed the planet from the bridge and remembered the reports in the Jedi Temple from long ago. So this is the planet of Windu’s battle. Not the first planet worth staging a battle, but there lies its trickery among enemies. Turning to one of the crewmen, Anakin ordered, “Ready my ship. I shall see to it that the matters are resolved myself. I trust you shall be capable of the ground strategies Admiral?”
Gilad Pellaeon confirmed, “Certainly my lord. The Dantari will be incapable of an effective resistance as our generals have calculated. It will not make us lax however and the rebels shall be dealt their proper end.”
Anakin pointed out to him his warning, “For your sake ensure that it is so. You do not wish to have the blood on your hands if we must resort to my tactics.”
Not willing to question how this would happen, Pellaeon swallowed and confirmed, “Of course my lord.”

As the shuttle made its descent to the planet surface, several ground transports were following as they prepared several thousand stormtroopers and war vehicles. All of the necessary signs that another great battle was being prepared and the victor would be very clear. The Devestator remained behind with its guns aimed towards the planet and ready to fire at the command of either its Admiral aboard or the higher authority who would demand it.

Descending to a landing platform, the explosions within the city could be seen from the sky view as Anakin awaited his departure. As the shuttle opened, he and several of his elite Dark Troopers entered the facility and awaited the first news of the officer stationed to report to them. The officer saluted to his emperor and reported, “My lord. The vigilante Tony Garcia has continued to ravage the facilities and is currently on a rampage destroying a good deal of everything in his path.”
“He is still within the destruction zone. Do not let him move.”
The officer confirmed his command, “Understood my lord.” The Officer rushed to the command center to call for more troopers and the fighting within the facility continued to intensify. It was once again a matter that Anakin had to deal with himself.
Seeing the anger driven Sith before him, Anakin was now ready for his duel that he would use to herald his arrival on the planet. Staring down the defiant Jedi, Anakin readied his light saber for a duel. He was again the center of the universe and he did not allow anyone to share in that power. Only if this Tony were to offer him some greater power in his ends would he even consider sparing his life. Waiting for the reckless one to make his first move, he awaited his chance to strike down his opponent.

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Alios watch her hands as she casually brought out her saber, however she didn't appear to prepared to launch an attack, it seemed like more of a precaution rather. "I required those Rodians in order to secure my transport off of this world. Is there a reason behind their early destruction? I had intended to slay them myself, but at a time more convenient to me. Now I am without a crew to pilot a ship, handle the navicomputers and man the engine room." said the scantly dressed woman with her back still turned to him, she must have been rather confident in her skills to keep her back turned to a potential enemy like that , regardless it didn't seem as though the situation would escalate to a fight as they both were preparing for an attack from the other .

" it would so, you should consider yourself fortunate though, you wouldn't want to be traveling with a man man such as that. " he said with an obvious facade of innocence as he began to approach her, not the wisest of things to do, still knowing that it did little to stop him " It would appear you need to do some recruiting for a new crew, one more...trustworthy " just as he said this his advances were halted as storm troopers filed in behind them and pointed their blaster, the corners of his mouth rose as he put his hands up to surrender. He wondered how could the Empire have possibly found them here, and why would they even be after her, he was sure they weren't after him for not even Vader knew of his life. The only logical explanation is he was a victim of circumstantial, still it did not worry him, seven storm troopers could do little against him, he always found himself baffled at how the Jedi managed to let themselves be nearly wiped out at the hands of their own pitiful clones.

" I am here, for you, because the force draws me to you. I don't know why and it may sound a little far fetched, but you know how this stuff works, very unpredictable. Regardless of us meeting under poor circumstances such as this, I think we can both be of use to each other, perhaps we are meant to. Or perhaps we were meant to destroy each other, one way or another I fe- " before he could finish he was disrupted by a storm trooper shouting " drop your weapons!" but he would make no moves to do such a thing and he was sure the woman in front of him would do the same. He turned his head back towards them and they gripped their blasters more securely and squeezed the trigger slightly, ready to fire if he made any sudden moves " no need to shot my friend "

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The Devastator was a great deal larger in person, was his only thought as he arrived outside of Dantooine.

Rather quickly, he used the ships cloaking system, and sensory devices in order to keep him unnoticeable till the scanner did its work. Moments later, he found from the slight headache he was cradling, that Vader was on planet, why, he did not know, but now, he had a idea. Deactivating his ships cloaking, he sent a request for docking to the Devastator, it was mere moments later that he stared down the ships admiral through a vid call system.

"What the? Who are you, designate yourself or we shall be forced to blast you and your ship out of the sky" the admiral immediately shouted, seemingly busy, even so, he was getting on this damn ship.

"I am Darth Animosity you pathetic worm, and you will be giving me allowance to dock, or i will be forced to do something that you wont enjoy at all." he stated, confidently, using his angriest expression and making sure his eyes glowed through the power of the dark side in order to intimidate the admiral into allowing him the ability to board.

"....We shall first require the lord's approval, please wait for a few moments" heh, the man was squirming in his seat. It seems he still was a rather horrifying man, slightly suprising since he fiqured the man would get this kind of thing from Vader already, but who knows, he may have been some sort of rookie unused to being around sith, eitheir way, he would find a way to take advantage of this.

Rather quickly, the link between ships was closed, the conversation over till he gained approval, and so, in an way to appease his boredom. Sura started to waste time with juggling his lightsaber, this gave him time to consider what he needed to do, admittedly, this plan was unbelievably risky, one wrong move and he would be screwed. On the other hand he may gain the at least neutral ground with the Empire, and if things were to go sour.... well, the Devastator was quite the beautiful ship, he was sure it would make for a lovely reminder of the whole incident if need be.

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2 days before the Emperor's arrival

Cal and Master Ruan were meditating in the courtyard of the temple as Nal'dar and Milo were purchasing Two Freerunners in the City. For an instant, all was peaceful, then Cal felt a darkness coat the inside of her throat, she began to choke. Ruan immediately went to her aid, "What is it!?" he yelled. Just as soon as the darkness appeared, it subsided... she began to cough and gasp for air, "The dark side...." Ruan gazed down at his pupil.
"It... it came out of nowhere!" Cal yelled, catching her breath.
"Something powerful must be at work..."
"Master, there is no time to dwell on this, whatever it was, it is gone, and no one is near..."
"Something just attacked you out of nowhere, that is cause for concern!"
"The emperor will be here in less than two days, we need to focus on that!"
The Autumn's Fury landed outside the temple. Cal and Ruan left the courtyard to meet Milo and Nal'dar.
"Two KAAC Freerunners have been stashed a couple kilometers from the city, just waiting for pilots!" Milo said, walking up a long hallway that served as the entrance to the temple.
"Good," Ruan said, "Now we just need to hire some mercenaries to pilot them..."
"But I thought we would use the Dantari?" Nal'dar said, walking past Milo.
"Now remember, the Dantari are primitive, we can teach them to use blasters in a day, but not how to pilot a Freerunner."
"Good point..." Cal said, looking down and crossing her arms.
"Come Cal, we can drop Milo off to acquire some mercenaries while we get the blasters." Ruan said beckoning them all to walk back to the ship.
"Yes master," they all replied.
They all got in the ship and took off.

Cal and Ruan dropped Milo off in the southern end of the city, close to the black market, then flew to the central area. Cal and Ruan left the ship, Nal'dar was meant to pick them up to collect the blasters, and walked all the way to the elevator pad without saying a word, until Cal said, "Master, do you really think we can take the city?"
Ruan laughed, "No, no I do not."
Cal was shocked at his blatant pessimism, "Master!?"
Ruan's yellow eyes locked with Cal's white empty ones, "Our mission is not to take the city, but to kill Vader, that we must accomplish."
"Master, that is your goal, not ours..."
"With Vader dead we can restore peace much more easily than with one damned city!" Ruan yelled.
"Master, calm yourself, someone on the other pads may hear..."
"My apologies Cal, we need to take the city, and kill Vader, weather we can accomplish either of these is unknown to me..." That marked the end of their conversation.

They left the port and walked along the streets, which much cleaner here in the central city than the outskirts. They walked for about 10 minutes before coming up to their destination, a BlasTech warehouse.
There was a large open area, three guards on the ground, and two up in towers manning Repeating Blasters. Their target was the main warehouse, which had one guard by the door. They were unsure how many more were in the adjacent warehouses and guard houses, but they had no time to collect information.
Ruan charged into the courtyard and drew his lightsaber, a single bladed purple one, Cal used the force to knock the two guards in towers onto the ground, knocking them out, then drew her own lightsabers. The three guards on the ground began to fire at Ruan, he deflected all their shots and made his way towards the warehouse door. Cal fired a bolt of electricity at one of the guards, knocking him out, then grabbed the other guard and threw him against a wall, knock him out. Ruan moved close to the last guard and cut off his hand.
"MASTER!" Cal yelled, "We said we wouldn't kill them! They aren't with the Empire!"
"They supply them, they might as well be licking Vader's boots!" he yelled, the guard screamed.
"They were forced into that contract damnit!"
Ruan ignored her and sliced off the man's head. We don't have time for this damnit! Thought Cal. Ruan opened the door to the warehouse with the force, then went in, Cal followed. There were no guards inside the warehouse, but there were a few droids.
"Cal, access the droid systems to load those onto the gravity lifts," Ruan said, pointing to a computer. Cal went ahead and did it while Ruan contacted Nal'dar to come and pick them up. The droids began putting large cases of E-11 blaster rifles into the gravity lift to go up to the docking port. A thermal detonator was thrown into the warehouse through the doorway, Cal quickly threw it back using the force, hoping no one was seriously hurt.
"Master!" she yelled, "Into the Gravity lift!"
Ruan dove into the lift, knowing it wouldn't be the most comfortable ride, Cal followed, deflecting a few blaster shots with her lightsabers along the way.
When they got to the docking area, the Autumn's Fury was already being loaded with the blasters by droids. Ruan ran up the loading ramp, Cal not far behind him. They waited another minute in the cargo bay, they closed the loading ramp once they collected as many blasters as they could.
"Go man the turret," Ruan said, pointing to the back of the ship. Cal nodded and headed off to the turret.
The ship took off, from the communicator Cal could hear Nal'dar, "We've got two T-47's on our tail, if we don't take 'em out fast they can contact the Empire, and this thing can't take out a Tie!"
The ship was flying low, very low, so as not to be detected by aerial detectors. The first T-47 wasn't too hard to take down, only a few well fired shots took it down, the other one however, followed them for quite awhile, it took out one of the engines before Cal shot it down, "Can we stay airborne without that engine?" Cal asked.
"Yeah we're fine, get up here quick, we need a plan to get Milo out of the city..." Nal'dar said.
Cal quickly went to the cockpit and went to the communications station.
"I've got a plan," she said, smiling.
"What is it?" Milo said over the communications system.
"We can't pick you up, I hope you didn't spend ALL that money..." Cal said.
"Ummm.... why?" Milo asked.
"Nal told me about an old 74-Z bike that you guys found, buy it and get back to the Temple once you've got all the mercenaries."
"No problem, always wanted a bike..."
"Problem solved!" Cal said, ending the transmission.

1 day before the Emperor's arrival

Cal was meditating in the Temple as Ruan, Nal'dar, and Milo were training their newly acquired allies, the Dantari, in how to use blasters.
The plan was simple, use the Autumn's Fury to bring Ruan, Cal, and Nal'dar into the capitol building, as well as a dozen Dantari. Then charged the city with the rest of their Dantari allies and the two Freerunners, and pray that Vader isn't on the battlefield.

The day of the Emperor's arrival

Cal, Ruan, and Nal'dar were in the Temple, as well as their dozen Dantari allies and a mercenary to fly the ship. Milo was with the 50,000 Dantari and the two Freerunners, ready to liberate the city on Ruan's command.

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Sin listened to his words and dismissed her illusion, the troopers simply vanishing from view. She turned around to look at him, placing her light saber back on her hip. She looked him over, appearance meant quite a bit to her, as she strived to keep her body beautiful and soft and she expected a level of effort on the part of others as well. She found herself disappointed, no more than any other creature she'd come across but still, she would seek out someone else for her needs.

"Perhaps you do not wish to see the emperor retain his title any longer, perhaps like me you would seek out his demise to strengthen the dark side. The emperor is weak, it is why he acts as he does, surrounding himself with inferiors to act as endless waves of meat to grind against those who would cut him down. He is filled with fear and sickness..." She smiled and brushed her hair off her shoulder, "I am called Sin, I am a student of another tradition of the Sith, long since eliminated. Yet, despite my destruction, I still live. Work with me, together we can hold unfathomable power. Yet to do so, we will need another, a Jedi, who must meet with in order to complete my plan and see true the destiny of the force."

She felt confidant he would accept, the dark side of the force was pulling them together, she could feel it as she believed he could. Together, along with a third, they would pull down the veil of the emperor and lay him slain upon the ground. Trickery, lies and manipulation were her tools and her charm and beauty were prizes she would give to those who deserved them. It was time for a new ruler, for a different power, though she knew it was not her who was intended to rise.

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his eyebrows arched up as the storm troopers who were there, seemingly tangible and very real were suddenly gone, he assumed it was an illusionary trick brought upon by the woman in front of him. It intrigued him, like him she seemed to have a mastery of an ability the force provided that few touched on heavily, an illusionist like the fearsome Darth Phobos, it couldn't be a mere coincidence. When the woman turned and spoke he knew for sure she was the one he was being drawn to, his master often spoke the same way of Vader before he was killed, about how he was a sith broken by grief and fear, it was clear that he was always plotting to take down Vader himself eventually. His master knew the limits of his abilities compared to Vader's though, it was probably why he trained Alios so hard, to have an ace in the whole the day he chose to finally slay the Dark Lord

His master taught him all about the history of the sith as far back as the arrival of the original race . This made the woman peeked his interest even further, someone who lived in the time before Darth Bane standing before her, had he heard it from anyone else he wouldn't have even considered believing something like that...yet, she did not seem to be lying. Either she spoke the truth or was delusional, he assumed it was the former. " Well Sin, you may call me Alios " he said as he removed his hood to reveal his face to her with his name, it was a sign of trust, hopefully she would understand this meant he accepted. He knew better than to place his trust in her however, he knew of the detestable amount of deceit and trechary that led to the rule two and the fall of decades of tradition. As well as the ruthlessness, to even become an apprentice in those days you had to outlive your competition through gruesome trials and then kill those who survived at the end of the trials, it was only the last one standing that was chosen.

Knowing this he knew better than to cross a sith from those times for it just might be his undoing. He made his way over to her, his cloak rising behind him and the fabric shifting with each step, he looked down at the bodies at their feet before looking back up to her and asking " what purpose could a Jedi serve other than trying to run us through with a light saber? " He himself held no hatred towards the Jedi, he was only just being born the year order 66 was given so for all his life Jedi held no significant role, though he knew they were still out there. Plotting rebellions that his master was sent out to aid in crushing in places Vader could not attend himself, and turning others when they could to the, for lack of a better word " light " side of the force.

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"I can't get any peace can I you chase me down and I just move from bar to bar drinking."Tony said both his lightsabers turning on he was ready for a fight"well go ahead great sith lord kill me or let me continue my drunken wanderings." he said just as the ship he had threw the at-st at came down in between them he pushed the debris at Anakin and he yelled"just leave me be or die trying to hunt me down."

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As the lone ship boarded the Devastator, Captain Moos Qualon went down to introduce him aboard and discover who it was that had boarded. “Greetings Lord Animosity. I come on behalf of Admiral Gilad Pellaeon who is currently busy at the moment in the middle of battle. I can report however that Emperor Skywalker has been very interested in meeting with you. This is as much as I can offer currently, I can direct any further questions you have to my superiors.”

The Imperial General Ganos Tunwol evaluated for his troops in the nearest end of the city walls, “This is what you have trained for. The Dantari are a primitive people who will not see reason beyond their own. Our best estimates bring their numbers to around 50,000 ready to storm Dantoo Prime and claim back their planet. By decree of our Emperor, we are to eliminate every last one that continues to struggle for its freedom. You will be the ones to carry out his majesty’s will and the leaders of this resistance shall be found and put to justice however the situation calls.” The stormtroopers were given their assignment and exited the city walls to begin their march towards the battlegrounds. It took several hours to prepare, but the Imperial Army was stood at attention and waiting with their heavy firepower following closely behind.
Though the stromtroopers numbered 30,000 against the bulking Dantari, the AT-ATs and AT-STs that prepared for long range firing gave some hope that the odds would be evened. The military awaited the arrival of the Dantari outside the city walls and found them making their approach. Unknown to either side, the final factor bringing victory to the Empire was soon to make its mark upon the planet.
The Dantari were gathering with the numbers that had been estimated, there were even two freerunners leading them and prepared to lead them. The tension created a stare down and both sides began to wait for their own chance to truly make their mark on the other.

Aboard the Devastator, one of the radar observers reported, “The Dantari have gathered within our projected range Admiral.”
Pellaeon proclaimed, “We have them precisely where we need them. It is time we blast these brutes into oblivion. The ground forces will finish them off.” Turning to the intercom systems, he ordered, “Fire when ready commander.”
The voice on the other line agreed, “Confirmed Admiral.” From the view of space, the laser blast that made its way to the surface of Dantooine was like a mere pin tossed at a small hill. The damage on the ground however was going to be far more devastating.

With this mighty strike the laser blasted upon the ground of Dantooine reducing everything within its radius into a mere crater. It was a few miles away from the city of Dantoo Prime, but the tremor could be felt and probably caused some panic. It gave the Imperials leverage however as the blast killed off a healthy portion of the Dantari forces, but only little more than a fifth of the forces.
Despite the damage, the Imperial troopers began their march towards the Dantari and open fired at whatever life form was unfortunate to be in the crossfire. As the march began, a number of AT-STs marched behind ready to assist their brothers in battle and brought some particular focus to the freerunners. They would need to be destroyed to take out the one true advantage the opposing rebels had.

Anakin jumped through Tony’s tossing of the AT-ST and sliced it in half as he jumped towards him. Summoning every ounce of precision for the duel, Anakin took note of his opponents two light sabers and blocked every attack he had with his defense. The swipes were powerful but slow, he truly must have been a drunk man who was unable to see anything past what was in front of him. If he was this removed from his senses it could make for an easy battle.
Utilizing wreckage from the AT-ST, the two Sith continued to thrust the pieces at one another as the lower pits became a junk heap of the machine’s parts. There was still an operational laser cannon still being used that Anakin kicked into use to try and kill him, but the blasts were deflected and shot off into the air or into the walls. It was business that had become a battlefield of its own between two Sith and the destruction within the city began.
As the wreckage became little more than scraps, Anakin began his advance to his opponent and sought to bring an end to the battle. Striking and blocking every attack Tony had for him, Anakin summoned the force and slammed him into the nearest wall. The two light sabers rolled on the ground and Anakin brought his own to Tony’s neck. He warned, “Perhaps when you have sobered you shall be fit for discussion. PROXY.”
At that order, a droid similar to that of his first creation jumped down into the pit and ran over to his creator. The droid greeted, “Master. You have a request for me?”
Anakin ordered, “Keep him here and force him to submit if need be. I have business elsewhere as this battle continues.”
PROXY confirmed, “An easy task master, he will not leave this spot.” With that confirmation, PROXY used his training module technology to assume the form of the long dead Jedi Qui-Gon Jinn and grasped Tony firmly by the neck and stood in that place.

Anakin left PROXY to deal with his no longer important opponent to observe what began to take place on the battlefield. If things continued as they did, the Imperials could overpower the Dantari with their current numbers. Even if they were defeated, a force more than twice the size outside the walls awaited them. There was something else going on behind this battle however. It was a diversion he had known to work before.
Focusing his attention to the capitol building, Anakin began to feel that there was a presence that would not always make itself known. It wasn’t there just yet, but if he met with what he sensed there, it would be his chance to contribute to the battle. He summoned forth a transport and awaited his arrival to the critical building of the planet.

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Not a single ounce of fear? he liked this Captain Moos Qualon.

"Well then Captain, may I ask the current reason for your presence on Datooine? The reports I had recieved from my contacts was vague" Of course, he already had an idea of why the fleet may be here, the Arkanian and her group of idiots, oh how he wanted her dead.

The reports he had, were merely the questions his ships previous crew had wanted, written onto the hard drive, accessing them was easy, unfortunately the content was practically useless, the bare minimum of information existing.

Oh god, someone on the planet below just started using way too much force too quickly, not even a moments preparation obviously being given due to the reaction he just got hit with, he nearly was sick. However, even he knew showing weakness would only get you killed on an imperial vessel, and thus gave his best neutral expression to the captain as he awaited his answer, thank the force it stopped immediately after, imbecile force user, whoever had done that just made him annoyed.

He decided at that moment, that he was going to keep his mental shields up in an effort to subdue the endless feeling from the force that had been hitting so recently, despite the negatives.

Force be damned, he hated that disease.

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Cal was getting the ship prepared for the assault, Nal'dar was explaining something to the Dantari leader in the temple courtyard, and Ruan was nowhere to be seen. Cal went looking for him, he was alone in the main building meditating.
"Master," Cal said, moving closer to him.
"Do you know what Vader wants most?" he said.
"I suppose Ultimate power is a bit ostentatious, so to Conquer the Galaxy?" Cal said, sitting across from Ruan.
"One may think that," Ruan said, opening his eyes and smiling, "but the true thing he wants, is the most powerful force technique there is."
"The transfer of his essence into a new body?" Cal said, remembering her teachings.
"No, but something even more powerful, midi-chlorian manipulation."
"What is that Master?"
"It is the most fearsome power of the Dark Side, developed by Darth Pelagueis, it is the complete control over life and death..."
"How could that be possible?"
"It is the farthest reach of the dark side, something to be feared, but luckily, Vader does not know that last remnants of Pelagueis' holocrons."
"Why are you telling me this Master?"
"Because I fear I shall not survive this, there are two who know of the location of these holocrons, Master Yoda and someone who I don't even know..."
"Why not destroy these holocrons master?"
"To destroy such knowledge is an abhorred offense to the Jedi Order..."
"But why are you telling em, I don't understand."
"Because if the fight with Vader is with you, and not me, I want you to shove it in his face with your last breaths..."
"Master, what makes you think I shall perish in a fight with him?"
"Please, he is more powerful than anyone of us..."
"Master, show me your Electric judgment," Cal said, realizing that her master was different than before.
"What?"
Cal raised her two hand and fired a green bolt of electricity between them, "Do it."
Ruan stood up and focused, when he fired the lightning between his hands it was white.
"Master, you have been corrupted with anger," Cal said.
"So what!? Once Vader is dead my anger will subside!"
"No, no it won't..."
"You are my student, there is nothing you can do about this..."
He was right, there was nothing she could do but continue with the plan, with a close eye on him of course. They left the building and went into the ship, The Dantari were waiting in the cargo bay.
"Master," Cal said to Ruan, "Please take the co-pilot seat, I want to meld with Nal'dar."
Ruan of course, took this as an insult, but then he realized why she did it, he had changed too much to do anything but harm to the meld, "Okay," he said, moving towards the cockpit.
Cal moved to the Captain's room and waited for Nal'dar.

Milo was leading a charge with the Dantari, when a blast from space fired down and blew out many of their forces.
"Get into their lines! It's the only way we can be safe from an aerial assault!" he yelled into his comm. system, which was then communicated to all the squad leaders, who followed his command. The Freerunners began firing into the front lines, both luckily escaped the space assault. The main problem they faced was a large number of At-Ats, it would take a bit of time for the Freerunners to take them down. Milo fell back to one of the Freerunners, he stored the new bike in it.
"Let's see how those At-Ats stand up to this..." Milo said, activating the bike and traversing the forces. He hit top speed as he was charging at re At-Ats, he jumped off the bike, which smashed into about a dozen Stormtroopers and blew up, and was flung into the fray. He tried to ignore as many troops as he could trying to get to the At-Ats, but he had to take out a few on his way.
As he jumped up to one of the At-Ats, he was hit by a Phase II Dark trooper, he fell down to the ground and dropped his lightsaber. He slowly got up from the hard hit and saw four dark troopers standing between him and the At-Ats. He stared at them for a moment, then they all raised their assault canons and began firing. Milo jumped up off the ground and avoided the shots, he then pushed two of them to the side, not knocking them down, but moving them. He propelled himself towards the last two, thanks to his battlemind, he was immensely focused and was able to absorb the few shots the two dark troopers he was charging at fired. When he got close enough he used all the force power he could, along with his own body to knock them on the ground. One of the Dark troopers to his side fired a missile at him, which he narrowly avoided, it barely scratched the two Dark troopers on the ground.
Milo found his lightsaber when he was thrown from the explosion. He activated it and threw it at one of the troopers, taking off its head. He ran at the dead machine and grabbed his saber as it came back, he jumped towards the two troopers on the ground and sliced one through the waist, the other activated its jump pack and got away. The one remaining standing started firing its blaster canon, Milo deflected the shots and moved closer to it, once he sliced it diagonally from the shoulder, he began looking around for the last one, it was nowhere to be seen. He felt it nearby, so he jumped to the right, it shoved its knife into his side. Milo quickly impaled it through the chest and fell on his knees, looking out onto the rest of the battle field.
The Dantari were overpowering the ground forces, but the At-Ats were obliterating them, one was taken out by one of the Freerunners, but there were still three remaining, and moving closer every minute. One of their Freerunners was taken out, and it was clear that they were losing... But overhead, Milo saw Autumn's Fury flying ...
"Take out that bastard..." Milo said, getting up, ignoring his injury.

Autumn's Fury flew directly over the Capitol building, there were two Espo walkers that began to fire at them, Cal and Nal'dar jumped out and the ship took evasive maneuvers. Cal used malacia on one of the pilots, causing him to accidentally pilot his walker off the building while Nal'dar went the brute force way and shoved her saber through the glass, killing the pilot.
The ship landed and the rest of their force went out, the 12 Dantari, and Master Ruan.
Cal, Nal'dar, and Ruan all felt the dark presence coming towards them as the Autumn's Fury left the building.
"Cal, Nal'dar, you take the Dantari and kill Darth Angor, I will take care of Vader..." Ruan said, activating his lightsaber.
"Master you'll die!" Nal'dar yelled.
"I know..." he said softly, Cal was the only one that heard.
"Let's go..." she said.
"But Cal-" Nal'dar began, realizing that they had to, thanks to the meld. She nodded at Cal, understanding the situation.
"Come on let's move!" Cal yelled to the Dantari.
They all rushed off the roof.

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Captain Qualon noticed a small change in Animosity’s facial expressions from what he was showing in his character earlier. It was a small curiosity he didn’t bother inquiring and simply explained to his occupant, “There has been a rebellion staged by the Dantari natives that the military is currently subduing. From our current estimates however the battle will be over quite shortly and I am fairly certain his majesty will be ready to make an example of the survivors.” It was a report that no Imperial would have had an issue reporting to anyone who wasn’t within the ranks since it was a true story that could be used to enhance the great image of the Galactic Empire that continued to expand greatly over the last twenty years. Qualon himself would have liked to see some Dantari killed by his own hands himself, but the only one he truly knew who to fear was the emperor himself coming from just about any act of disobedience.

The muscular brutes did everything possible to put so much as a dent in the Imperial machinery. The stones and blunt objects were enough to cause some amount of damage, but the blasts of the lasers tore through the primitive ranks as though they were nothing. It was smart of them to march into the ranks to avoid any planetary fire, but the Imperials still had the advantage with the power of their two AT types.
One of the AT-ST pilots took aim at one of the Freerunners attempting to destroy the vehicle only to be hijacked and thrown out by one of the Dentari. The pilot struggled all he could but found himself at the mercy of the brute’s strength. The Dantari did all it could to figure out the controls only to see it move awkwardly across the ranks of the stromtroopers. It caused some of the troopers to run from the spot while another one of the AT-STs fired at the stolen machine. The explosion within the ranks assured that there wouldn’t be any further concerns. The imperials continued their assault with the most deadly blasts for the still persistent natives.
The Dantari might have been more powerful than some in the Imperial Army were willing to give credit as they continued to put up a great resistance to the punishment from the outnumbered troopers. The battleground continued to be smoldered by laser fire and the deaths on both sides continued to mount greater. The crowded sea of brutal humanoids and white armored troopers continued to writhe against itself to find a single color as pieces, weapons, and limbs flew across as a result of the battle.
The Phase II Dark Troopers made their advance to decimate the Dantari with some offering some assisting fire to the attacking besalisk. Several of them managed to distract the attacking leader while the dark troopers focused their fire on one of the Freerunners. The missiles were eventually enough as they managed to enter the cockpit and destroy the pilot inside. One key asset of the rebelling Dantari was destroyed but there was still another one trying to deal as much damage to the AT machines as possible.
As the battle raged on, the Imperial forces began to notice the unidentified Autumn’s Fury flying above the battlefield in order to reach the city. Perhaps it was the work of the rebels all along to use the Dantari as bait in order to manage their way in. One of the AT-STs made an effort to fire at the aircraft but if anything probably only managed a very small scratch that wouldn’t have done a great deal of damage to the incoming ship.

From the cockpit of one of the AT-ATs the holo image of General Tunwol gave the order, “There is one Freerunner left. Focus fire on it and see to it that the remaining Dantari are crushed.”
The pilot obeyed the order confirming, “Orders received General. Focusing fire.” As the AT-AT made its way towards the battlefield, the lasers fired at the final piece of Dantari equipment and blasted it to pieces the moment contact was made.
There was no victory celebrated within the Imperial ranks as the pilots of the ATs were informed by their leading General, “We have at least some confirmation on the besalisk on the battlefield. That is the one leading the Dantari. Kill him immediately.”
The pilot of the AT-AT who destroyed the remaining Freerunner understood the order, “Confirmed General.” With that order received, the Dantari were pushed further back from the city walls and the AT-ATs began making their advancement further into the ranks. The steps were slow but crushed everything that wasn’t quick enough to avoid the shadows of its impression on the ground. Very soon the leading Besalisk would be crushed and the fighting would only continue to tilt in the favor of the Imperial dominators.
The battle continued to unfold long into a great struggle that both sides had imagined would eventually become real. The forces who continued to fight still desired to show the other who was right in seeing the planet being controlled. The efforts of the Dantari would not be looked on as an act of great achievements however despite the 10,000 storm troopers killed that day. With the help of the assault from earlier, the brothers in arms managed to repay the Dantari warriors three times over and were determined to ensure that the price would never be brought below four.

His feelings within the force were correct. There were Jedi here but only one was making his presence known within the capitol building. Or at the very least this was what Anakin could sense when he searched for the intruding presence to his building. Several storm trooper guards had lost their lives in trying to kill the Jedi intruder, but this provided Anakin with the prime opportunity he needed. Entering the observation deck that was only a few floors above the conference halls, Anakin searched for his opponent and came face to face with him.
Anakin had a chance to see the Jedi who would challenge him, not one that he had known before but obviously one that sought to end his luck streak ever since his survival. His presence was as familiar as not only the one he faced twenty years ago, but that of several Jedi who believed they could undo his reign. Once he finished this defiant one, Anakin would see to it that the two others he sensed would soon join him. He did not have the faith in Darth Angor that she would be capable of defending against two Jedi and simply considered it opportunity to ensure that his skills were still honed to a perfect degree.
For anyone who was in the presence of Darth Vader in this moment, the dark side of the force became like a sack of rocks upon a wet cloth. Preparing his saber for battle, Anakin observed, “You still wish to feed off the weak-minded to bend them to your will. Even in times of desperation the Jedi Order shows their true hunger for power.” Attacking the Jedi Master with his strikes, the game of searching for an opening within the other began. Both strikes within the force began to rupture through the air as the attacks sought to sear the flesh of the other. In the middle of another great sweep, Anakin thrust his hand forward and summoned forth a great barrage of lightning to the Jedi Master. The power was great and demanding, one that would break the victim easily if the force did not bend in that victim’s favor.

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Tony was laughing in the hand of the droid he used the force to rip it in half he landed with the grace of a drunk with gel for legs he threw the top half of the droid away and used the force to grab his lightsabers then walked to his ship he went inside and said"computer estimated time until i sober up?""three hours sir."the computer responded happily he yelled"stop sounding so happy whenever i'm drunk wake me if anyone attempts to board the ship.""yes sir."and he laid down in the co-pilot's seat and passed out.