Out of the blackness of empty space a fleet of thousands of warships, old and new appeared in an instant of the Sith homeworld of Yavin IV. At the front of this mighty fleet, a Victory II Imperial Star Destroyer took posistion and achived high orbit above the jungle planet.
"Prepare a shuttle and send for my honor guards." A silken voice spoke from the command chair on the bridge. It was the voice of the dreaded and feared Zekk Atma, self proclaimed Dark Lord of the Sith, none dared challenge his proclamation. Those who dared found themselves in the next life in a matter of nano-seconds."Yes, mi-Lord." A crew member replied as he atteneded to orders given him.
Upon arriving on the landing pad, with no greeting party to commerate the greatness he had brought with him; A massive fleet of thousands of warships, entire planetay armies and 27 new sectors under sith control; Zekk stormed into the Temple.
Feeling somewhat uneasy at the quietness and empty feeling the Temple he was given he ran to room where the dead body that was once the mighty Darth Wicked lay, decaying. Enraged by this blashpemy, Zekk screamed out in anguish for the loss of his brother, his voice sending ripples throughout the force, causing many great disturbances[pun intended]. As he lay his hand on the body, he suddenly realised....the truth to his brother.
"Wicked was only a homonculi? Very interesting." Zekk thought it atleast respectful to honor the clones death and have it cremated as he started back for the landing pad where his Honor Guard awaited. The lead Guard, coming before him and bowing.
"Your order's sire." He spoke in a low and respectful tone. Zekk looked at him and smiled.
"Stand tall brave warrior. We are finished here. Make ready to return to the fleet...we leave for Kaladore in the morning.
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the End is only the Beginning my child...
-Zekk Atma, Dark Lord of the Sith
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