Kamino

The Kaminoans of Tipoca City never saw The Dark Lord's ship enter the atmosphere, as his starfighter had activated it's cloaking device. Alcor was there to kill the resident Jedi, Riis Kormani, who was there to learn about the technology that the Kaminoans used to clone the Stormtroopers, as he thought the technology would benefit the New Republic.
Alcor set his starfighter to auto-pilot as they hovered above the research center in Tipoca City, before opening the cargo door and jumping out, diving through the glass window.

"What the?" Riis said as he drew his lightsaber, watching the hooded assailant draw his as well. "Who are you?"

"Nice to see you too," Marko said, lowering his hood. "Old friend."

Marko dove at Riis and knocked his lightsaber out of his hand, before trying to finish the Jedi Master off. Kormani force pushed Alcor off of him and grabbed his lightsaber, backing out of the door as Alcor recovered.

"Marko!" Riis yelled as he turned to face his old friend. "Why did you do this?!"

"Because the power that the Dark Side has," Marko replied, walking towards Riis. "I love it!"

Marko stabbed Riis through the kneecap and pushed him to the ground, stepping on his throat.

"Now," Marko said. "It's time to say goodbye to this life, Kormani."

Riis croaked a word, before Marko stabbed through the chest with his lightsaber.

Marko sheathed his lightsabers and signalled for his starfighter, before jumping off the bridge and into his starfighter.

Two plasma leaks, three uncalibrated visual disruptions, a broken droid arm, abnormally low thrust from the left rear engine, and slow reactor arms. All these things were what Sovin had to fix on his way to Kamino, and came to him as he flew into the planet's atmosphere cloaked. Last he knew, there wasn't a single force wielder on the planet, but that information was around 50 years old.

It all went well until a wave hit his ship and knocked a piece of panelling into the other starfighter that Sovin spotted. Now he had to worry about being detected AND the annoying AI screaming at him about hull damage. Why he didn't unplug it from the speakers was beyond him, but now and again it had a use. Not like the ship looked any better than it held together.

Now something about that other fighter was bothering Sovin immensely. Like their was a pull in the force. From interecepted transmissions, he was sure that other force wielders would be around Yavin IV and Coruscant, but now and again people were wrong.

Sovin turned around the moment he heard the hull get hit. Ignoring the new individual for a moment, he rushed to make sure that only the hull was damaged. And thank the force that the hull was the only thing damaged.

Now Sovin knew what had made him so uneasy. This human standing before him was emanating a dark and violent feeling, something Sovin was more than used to, but he wasn't emanating even a single positive one. That had to be what was screwing with Sovin.

Unknowing of this person's intent, Sovin reached out with the force, activating the two droids, which were the standard combat droid from the Clone Wars and had been heavily upgraded by Sovin, causing them to expand and stand up. The droids had their rifles out, but not yet pointed at Marko. Both are a silver color with improved motors and processors allowing for higher accuracy shooting, mobility, and durability.

Sovin had his hood down, revealing a near bald blonde head, with pasty skin, and dark blue eyes, that sat at 5 foot 10. His stare was eye to eye, his vibroblade's handle sticking out slightly from under his hood, as Sovin asked "Who are you and what do you seek?"

"My name is Marko Alcor," Marko said as he pulled his mask up, secretly reaching for his lightsaber.
"And I'm wondering why a lone trader would have such a vibrant pulse in the force."

Marko noticed the droids and lifted one in the air, before crushing it's head with his force choke, sending the remains into the other droid.

"Now, are you going to answer my question or are things going to get ugly?"

When Marko picked up the one droid and used it to destroy the other, Sovin watched screaming "They weren't even ordered to attack! They took me two fucking months to repair and upgrade!" Inside Sovin's head, on the other side, was the memories of every time those two droids got destroyed all the time. He had gotten them forever ago, but rebuilding them from a stated like that took about two months, or about three days of constant work time.

Sovin then looked at Marko again, now suddenly calm, before saying "What would make you think I was a trader? I am simply an observer." He also couldn't help but wonder if, and when, this man would attack him. He was ready to draw his blade at a moments notice with the aid of the force.

"Let me ask you something," Marko said, completely ignoring what Sovin had yelled at him about. "About two months ago, the entire of the Sith Records in the Jedi Archives on Yavin IV and the locations of all Jedi in the Galaxy were stolen and the man left without a trace, and was followed up by the mysterious opening of the Korriban Sith Academy, do you know what links the two together?"

"Me," Marko chuckled. "The new Dark Lord of the Sith, and I have an offer for you, Dark Jedi, join me and return to Korriban with me, and we will overthrow the Republic."

"As I have stated, I am simply an observer. I have no reason to overthrow this 'Republic' or protect it. I have come merely to act as the eye of my clan. I can assure you that I pose no threat to you, or your plans. I simply wish to see how the worlds we have not seen in many years are, who they are controlled by, and how those who control them feel about us. However, do not mistake me for being incompetent in battle. I am more than willing to fight back if you attack me." Sovin stated. The word Sith was something that was bothering him. He just couldn't place it. However, if Marko could sense Sovin's thoughts, there was a little bit that was considering trying to strike a small bit better of a deal.

Sovin was contemplating on watching the fight this Marko would bring to the Republic, watching to see how well he could recruit others to his cause. If it is good enough, Sovin planned that he might approach Marko and see that if he could acquire an outer-rim planet for his clan to rule and call home.

"Your clan?" Marko thought for a moment, before smiling. "Korriban is a deserted world, yes, but if your clan would call it home, then you would protect it, yes?"

Marko smiled as his plan came together.

"I offer you a chance to be protected under the New Sith Empire, you and your clan can come and stay on Korriban, if you so wish, but if you refuse, I have no choice but to destroy this ship and the contents inside, as no-one may know the conversation we had here today."

"Shit, shit, shit!" Sovin yelled to himself as the starfighter began to slowly lose synchronization, threatening to plummet into the ocean that was Kamino. That is when he noticed the building through the window of the cockpit, causing a plan to hit him.

Sovin immediately began to hold the fighter in place with the force, building up enough power to launch the ship clean through the side of the building and into the main room, destroying almost all of the easily replaceable front of the ship. Little did it matter to Sovin that the front was gone. The back was still intact, and he had enough of the droids to get them rebuilt. Now came the concerns as to how the denizens of the building would take Sovin's actions.

Sovin grabbed his blade and hood, pulling the face protector down to prevent his face from being known. He slowly and cautiously walked out of the wreckage of his ship. He made sure that he was ready for both peace and a fight.

Many Kaminoans surrounded the crashed ship, looking curiously at it. There had been not a single ship on their scanners, until suddenly the ship was literally inside their home, parked directly between the clones' feeding rooms and the lab's commons. Then from inside came the armed, robed man, his sword nervously drawn, a pistol at his hip.

The Kaminoans backed away as Sovin walked out, mystified at the strange species. All the species that he had dealt with were similar in proportions to humans, and never anywhere near as tall as these unique creatures.

Three squads of clones stood just outside the room, ready to take down what looked to be a Sith, but they all got the strange feeling that he was something else. No, they all knew he was something other than Sith. The first squad sent two clones to apprehend the man for questioning and punishment. Surprisingly, he gave little resistance, until a clone tried to take his sword. That clone is now missing all his limbs. Still alive, but no limbs.