The Dark Lord flipped his comm switch once more.

"My dear boy, we are going to be slaughtering civilians. The government has already been dealt with by our pre-strike agents. We are going to burn every sentient creature on this planet down."

The Dark Lord creased a tight grin.

"It will be... fun."

Zerxes laughed.

"Most excellent! It will be like killing my parents only... easier. This should be very enjoyable."

He made his fighter do a loop and spin all the while staying on the flight path. He didn't want to turn his career with the Sith into a very short one.

He had a lightsaber that he had constructed when he was younger. It was double bladed and red. His favorite color was Red. He woul enjoy using it again.

The Dark Lord's craft made it's way through the cluster of black holes without error or problem and began it's decent to the planet Almas. The simple people of this world had no clue what horrid fate awaited them when the Dark Lord's troops landed for their 'inspection' tour, which is what he had told them he was coming to do.

He would, indeed, inspect the planet, once it had been scoured of all intelligent life. This was to be a base, not just a base but a base kept in the utmost of secret. He could not very well risk one of these people finding a way out, or finding some, as of yet, unknown way of sending a message through the black hole cluster.

As the Dark Lord stepped from his, now docked, craft he was greeted by a large crowd. Some there to greet him with praise, others with outrage. He moved silently through the venting gas which poured out along the sides of the docking ramp. His true black cloak swirled lightly around him and he came to a stop at the bottom.

"People of Almas, the time has come."

Some cheered, others booed him and yelled profane statements. He did not care which they did, for soon all would despise and fear him upon this planet. He closed his eyes, concentrating simultaneously on each being in the large crowd before him. Suddenly, and without any warning outside of the Force, a loud crunching sound echoed through the crowd and each being standing within it fell to the ground in a lifeless heap with broken spines.

The Dark Lord grinned as he felt the deaths, then tapped his comm. "They will no longer be happy to see us, once word of this spreads. Have fun, my children."

The Dark Lord advanced over the fallen bodies of the crowd before him. He did not care for their lives, and now in death he cared even less. They were pawns in a game they should never have been playing. A game which only people like himself could ever hope to compete at. Ruthless people, willing to do anything and everything to win.

Soon all Sith would unite once more under a banner of one nation. A Sith Nation. He would soon begin to seek out the powerful Sith Lords of the Galaxy and once more return the powers of the Sith Houses. A grand council of elders would be forged in the powers of darkness and all would cower at it's might.

One might question as to why a grand warlord like the Dark Lord of the Sith would want to share or disperse his power. That was an easy question to answer, Maim had always believed in the unity of the Sith. That they were one group with one goal and should be run as a nation. They were all his brothers and sisters in the Dark Force. Certainly there would be those who would try to usurp his title and power, others had come before. He would deal with each in it's own time and it's own way.

As the Dark Lord strode towards the capital building, his hands would raise from time to time, lashing out through the Dark Force at straggling civilians. A lancing lightning bolt here, a ball of dark flames there, and intermingled, shattered bones or destroyed organs. It was all good fun, but the Dark Lord needed more. The entire planet must be made silent.. .

As the Dark Lord approached the capital building, he held his hands before him and the doors exploded inward. Blaster fire came raining from within, and each bolt the Dark Lord reflected with his instantly active twin crimson light sabers. The blades whirled with such speed they seemed to meld into a giant orb of hard light energy.

Blaster bolts were strewn and re-strewn around the complex until, one by one, all that was left was a single standing man and the constant humm of two saber blades. Not bothering to disengage his weapons, the Dark Lord moved on.. into the building itself. Each passing civilian lost their head, each worker cleaved limb from limb, and each official gutted in a most horrid fashion.

Finally, the Dark Lord came to rest within the offices of the chief of state. He disengaged his weapons and strode forward. The cowering official offered him money, power, anything to let him live.. little did he realize the Dark Lord already had all of those things and now only wished for his death. Reaching forward with a gloved right hand, the Dark Lord grabbed the man by the throat and lifted him from the floor. Squeezing, the man gasped for breath and kicked his feet until, with a sickening crunch, the fight went out of him and the Dark Lord tossed him aside.

Seating himself, the Dark Lord tapped his comm.

"Report.."

The reports came in. His minions had been performing similar destructive tasks all over the planet's surface. The entire planet of Almas was engorged in bloodshed and violence, and the Dark Lord reveled in the feelings which washed over him through the Dark Force. Madness, fear, hatred, anger, death... the power of it all raged through the very core of his being.

The Dark Lord looked out the window, and saw a group of peasants huddling in a corner in fear of his extermination squads. With a grin, he leaped from the balcony and to the ground before them, his flowing black cloak swirling around him in the updraft it caused. He landed without sound, which was odd since he came from three floors up. However, the huddling group did not notice, they only knew the fear of his arrival.

The Dark Lord extended a hand towards the oldest man in the group, probably about 45 human years. He opened his palm then began to slowly close it, the man began to scream out in pain, holding his head. As his fist closed, the mans head caved inwards, his skull shattered to fragments. Opening his hand quickly and violently, the fragments tore from the mans skin and impaled the bystanders through different parts of their anatomy.

None of them could run, either from pain or fear. He began to repeat the process over and over until the small group lay limp and lifeless, surrounded by gore. The Dark Lord loved the feeling. Each of their minds so full of fear and hatred, each mind pleading with his own for extended life. Each life denied in an instant of bloodshed at the hands of the Dark Force.

The Dark Lord began to feel the effects of his usage of the Force, even if only slightly, but replenished himself in the sea of anger, hatred, and fear around him. A constant well of Dark Energies flowed from the result of their use. It was a self sustaining cycle, and the source of the Force's true power.

The Darkside had proven itself once more.. .

Athena had made her way of the shuttle after Maim had killed all in the crowd. She was sent to take down the Ship yards and everything within them. Dressed to kill, litterally, Athena slipped into the shadows and took off towards her target. She mad her way atop buildings and kept a watchful eye on her targets below. Four troops were on watch for the Sith.


Atop the building she smiled and clinched her hands together as if to remove the breath of life from a human in her grip. One man fell to his knees. Then the second man felt the pain and agony that only a Sith could provide.... His heart had ruptured in his chest.


The profecent Sith Witch smiled and made her way farther. The second squad of people she came across she set one men on fire with one of her spells. Two of the others turned and fought one another with her power of Illusions. She casted each one to looks like Maim. They turned and killed their own Commrads. Her ice Violet eyes danced with pleasure.

Finally making it to the ship yards. Athena noticed the new ships boarding people who where about to leave the docks. Athena placed two detonators on the outer hul. And made her way towards the weapon covered ships. Athena's back ground as a spy helped to get her into many deadly places, but her perfect body always caught men off guard. She slipped past the dead heaps of bodys as she disignited her twin purple blades. One mans head had yet to stop rolling.

Finally entering the control room she set each ship to leave on a timer. Each one would drift into the Black holes with no way of saving them. The planet nor people of Almas would have no way to defend themselfs or flee.

She hear the comm unit buzz to life.

" Report "

She hated the idea of talking into a box, she opened her mind to her husband who always seemed to have a mental block on his mind. She touched him slightly with the force and awaited his acceptance. Finally...

Ship yards and docking yards clear, to many to count are dead.

Zerxes ship docked, and he jumped down out of it. He moved off toward the constrction yards. One of the best places to cause pain and suffering.

Entering the yards, he first met a large detail of guards. Tehy were easy picking, even for an Apprentice. He ignited his lightsaber on one side then the other. The guards began to fire on him and he began to block bolts rapidly.

He entered the midst of the troopers, and began slicing and hacking. Heads flew off, guts spilled, and blodd squirted everywhere. Once he was finished with the guards, he laughed. This was fun.

He moved through the yards, killing technicians, repair men, and other workers. Once finished with them, he moved into the main building. He removed all guards, then sliced his way into the command room.

Twenty or so people were in the room. One of them wore the rank cylinder of a General.

"Hello, boys. It shall be nice to behead you."

His dual blades began slicing and dicing. Momentarily, he had finished off the construction yard workers. Ass he was shutting down his lightsaber, he heard a comm message.

"Report."

He pressed the button on the side of his comlink.

"Zerxes here. Construction yards clear of all life."

And very messy.