Anakin Skywalker, now known to many as Lord Voltimas, met secretly with the leaders of the Sovereign Crimson Empire's royal guardsmen. Among those in attendance were Carnor Jax, Kile Hannad, Kir Kanos, Donavin Styx, Lord Meschi, and a few others who managed to hide their identities. During the short span of this meeting they had discussed many things, including, but not limited to, honor, loyalty, righteousness, and power.

The discussion itself had led them forward and backward in time through the Galactic Empire's rise and fall and past the fall of the Crimson Empire in the future. It had touched them onto the topics of their current situation and exactly why they followed the man that led them. Why did they allow themselves to become nothing more than a band of cut-throat murderers?

Lord Voltimas spoke of change and honor. A restoration to what they had been intended to be so long ago, or, at least, what he believed they had been intended for. The shroud of the darkside had clouded them for so long that many resisted this knowledge. However, in the end, most found themselves agreeing with Lord Voltimas' words.

It had taken months before he was contacted by them once more. Months in which he had planned for the foreseen day when they would come before him pledging their loyalty and honor to his ideals. His planning and patience did, indeed, finally pay off.

Standing within a rebuilt temple upon Yavin IV Lord Voltimas, better known as Anakin Skywalker II, watched through his mind's eye as a shuttle filled with crimson royal guards landed just outside.

The young man made his way from the temple and down the elongated steps to the planet's moist and fertile surface. Surrounded by jungles, he watched a wave of black and crimson move from the shuttle and kneel before him.

"I see you have chosen to accept my offer..."

Looking towards the ground, the leader replied.

"Yes, my Lord."

"Very well, rise then and take your places at my side. I have been planning for this day, now is the time for action."

Lord Voltimas stood within the temple he had constructed for himself. It channeled energies of the Force to him, both of the light and the darkness. Anakin Skywalker II, the man beneath the cloak, often ran the risk of delving to deeply into the powers of darkness, but it was a risk he felt obligated to take.

The more he toyed with the powers of the darkside of the Force, the more powerful he became. It was easy, fast, and came with such power as he could not have imagined. Already his powers of telekinesis had risen exponentially. He had tapped into lost arts and techniques forbidden by the Jedi Masters. He had even learned the art of Morichro.

Now he stood on the brink of many chasms. He was about to obtain the power of the Crimson Empire. It was already assured to him. Now his Force power and knowledge were also growing. Growing to the point that he now declared himself a Knight, though he officially now was a member of no order. He had no master, exactly, but learned from many. He also to much of his knowledge from holocrons he had 'acquired' recently.

A Jedi Knight, a Dark Jedi Knight, whatever he was, if anything else, he was growing in power and ambition.