The Dark Lord became upset by the interruption of the Arkanian people. He lifted his right hand and called...

"SILENCE!"

...and by the use of Sith Magic, or by the instillation of fear, all were silent save him and his beloved.


He moved forward and embraced his wife in a deep and passionate kiss. Finally, he broke the embrace and motioned towards the people.

"So, what do you have planned for them, my love? Long horrid torture, or swift death?"

She felt the wave of silence hitting the people. It was as if there vocal cords had each been cut. Then the people of Arkania knew who the Man was.

The moment her beloved had embraced her the darkness swirled around the two. True it was that Few Dark Souls ever fell in love. But when it was with another of the Darkside a pair was deadly. The Darkside indeed had mostly kept the two apart. But it did allow some happiness into the hearts.

" I found each one for both of us. If you will see there is six people standing here. Each one has watched the death of their own children and have had the image burned into their Minds. But I feel a Slow death is in order."

Athena reached down to her boot and removed a Sith dagger. Fashioned with gems and the sharpest blade. She tickled the necks of each of the people she had blinded and then. Pierced the neck of the Queen of Arkania she had guested. For all Athena knew she was a common place whore who just happen to be in the wrong bed that night. Blood slowly trickled down the neck and onto the nightgown she had one. Each of the females were killed in the same slow fashion. Each one left gasping for the last breath as the dagger sliced the flesh from one another on the neck line. She looked to her beloved with blood on her hands....

Now for the Men.

She walked up to each man and placed her hands around their necks. Pressing her lips to each she sent a wave of force lighting into each of their bodies. She had pulled her lips away from each just before the shock hit the bodies. They fell to the floor in agony and pain. As their hearts finally either stopped beating or exploded from the shock of it all.


" So now where to my beloved? "

The Dark Lord smiled as he watched his beloved take joy in her work. Once she finished, he turned to her once more and stated.

"I believe we were going to take some time alone for awhile. Maybe we could practice making heirs."

He winked and led her off towards a structure he had had built here some time back. A fortress of his own design, where together they would relish in one another's company.

Orders did not come until well into the invasion.
The sounds of turbolaser fire, explosions and carnage, had made it this far beyond the city and Sadow knew he would not be safe to remain here much longer, luckily, command had arrived.

Worried expressions sagged across the victims of his captivation, and Sadow reveled in this.
Secured were their voices and their signatures. Documents had been made and were ready to present to his master. Offical claims to half of the planet. Brute force and offical diplomacy.
Thinking over what wishes his Lord might have, Sadow continued to pace up and down the line.
It was then that his communicator bliped, the incoming word of his master.
"My Lord," began Sadow, reverance in his tone," I have done all that you asked and have aquired the documention you desired. I have the hostages here."
The reply had been brief and to the point, as the Dark Lord often was. "Kill them, get to the extraction point."
Bliping again, the communicator signaled a closed signal.

Immediate whines and cries of dispair began from the younger among his hostages. They had been within earshot of his masters words. Fates sealed, begging for mercy was the natural step for such weak souls.
Whimpers of desperation ringing in his ears, Sadow grinned. It was time for him to have some fun. Five times over.
Expression turning cold, unemtional, in full armor, Executor Sadow loomed up before them, filling their vision with black.

Bodies were strung from wall to cealing, each delicatly taken apart in different ways. Various methods of exection and torture were evident in his work. This cabin was now a testiment to his skills. A work of art.
Untrained eyes would tear and swell at the sight of such a thing, but the Executor just smiled. Sublime in the appreication of his own magnificance.
Blood dripped from suspended bodys and strewen bits.

Shutting the cabin door as he stepped from within, Sadow took in the destruction, evident even this far from the city.
This far from the centers of attack.
Moving to the speeder he had stowed behind the cabin, Sadow was struck with a moment of pause.
Like a wave of darkness breaking over him, he could virtually feel the might of the world crumble as one and submit to the rule of its new dominators. To the will of Dark Lord Maim.
A sigh passed his lips as he reveled in the darkness of it all. The massive loss of life in such traumatic a fashion. It was a world that would remember the Sith for a very, very long time to come.

Feilds and crushed settlements passed below the speeder, moving along the planets surface at 25 meters.
Bodies of broken and bloody Arkanians lay burnt and crisped here and there, no one spared the passing of the sith army.
Houses, crops and natural growth burnt and cast a cloud of omniprsent smog. It blocked the light from above and cast the ground in a look of shadow and loss.
Smiling, pleased, he gunned the throttle and took the speeder up to speed.
Passing wide around one of the cities, a center of distruction, even he was surprised at the damage.
Once impressive and sweeping towers and pillars lay crumbled and broken. Citadels and buildings topled into one another and the cries of tortured Arkanians rang.
Troops of the Sith saluted him as he passed, taking momentary pause in their exection of countless numbers.
Already segragation was occuring, strong being seperated from weak. Male from female and young from old.
They would soon be rounded up into groups of slaves and workers, or those to be executed. Swift was the takeover of planets that fell to the sith.
Realising he had slowed to take in the awe of the scope of damage, the speeder kicked back up and roared off to reunite the Executor with his Dark Lord.


On a bent knee, the Executor adressed Maim and other assembled sith.
"This world is ours. In force and in diplomacy. By all offical counts and by the Dark Force, Arkania is again in the posession of the Sith Empire."
Raising, he presented the documentation to Maim, as he was sure he would now be dispacted to aquire from the remaining independants.
Worlds fell swiftly to the wrath of the Sith, and soon after, fell to the manuvering of the Sith. No need to plot in darkness, this Empire could move foreward any where it liked.
When ever it liked. Two planets in so few days...


The question was. Who would fall next.

The young man fell on his knees before the Sith Lord, grasping at his neck and choking for air. No matter how hard the Jedi Knight tried to remove the invisible hold around his neck, no matter how hard he tried to suck oxygen into his lungs, he failed. Blood began to run out of his ears from the pressure applied to his head. The crimson stream inched down his neck and fell upon his leather tunic, which absorbed it.

Lord Rann applied more pressure onto the Jedi's neck until a loud snap could be heard. Stormtroopers around the Jedi training compound glanced at the now dead corpse before the Sith Lord. It toppled to the ground with a unsettling thud, causing most of the troopers to look way and return to their duties. Many of them hoped they wouldn't be Lord Rann's next victum.

"Gather anything of use from the compound and load it aboard the shuttles," Dyans said as he turned around to several cloaked figures behind them. They were Sith acolytes and apprentices of the Sith Empire. "After that," the Sith Lord continued, "torch the entire compound. I want nothing but ashes left." The figures bowed and paired off with several groups of stormtroopers.

"Lord Dimitri and Lord Xavier," the Lord Rann uttered. Two of the cloaked figures stopped in their tracks and then returned back to the Sith Lord, knelling down before him. "I have a special assignment for you two." The two rose up and bowed to the Sith Lord. Lord Rann continued, "Once your first assignment has been completed, take the rest of the acolytes to the ruins of Veeshas Tuwan and gather up any Sith artifacts. I want them shipped along with the Jedi artifacts to Bast Castle." The two Sith Lords bowed to Dyans and went off into the Jedi training compound.

Rann headed off back to his shuttle, his personal guard in tow. Arkania was now under the Ancient Sith Empire's firm control, the Dark Lord had another Dark Side Nexus in his grasp, and soon more knowledge of the ancient Sith and their enemies would be recovered. It was a great day for the Sith, and a dark day for the galaxy, one of many.