"Trooper, step forward." A look of pride on his face, Forke took a large step forward, out of the line of other troopers. "I congratulate you, trooper," Spoke General Kedder, one of the commanding officers for the Imperial Army Command "For passing the trials for the 6th Legion commanding officer. Hopefully, you will gain the Empire many victories, and rid the galaxy of anything that stands in our way."
"Thank you, sir. I will serve the Empire until my last breath!" The newly appointed commander stated. Forke stood their proudly, then raised his hand to his forehead, twisting it into a salute. General Kedder mirrored his actions, saluting the commander back out of respect and honour.
"These other candidates will be under your command. Each of them proved their worth for the legion, but not enough for the role you rightfully earned."
The General clapped his hands together having finished his sentence, then afterwards turned towards the door not too far from where they where. "Organise your men, Commander. Prepare yourselves for your first... Assignment, ordered by a certain... Figure, in the imperial hierarchy. Avoid getting on his bad side, however. He is not so forgiving..." The General walked away from the troops, in a posh manner. Commander Forke had a nervous expression, after hearing those final, spine shivering words...
Lord Vader stood in the bridge of his flag ship, staring out into space. Around him, dozens of Imperial Fleet members rushed around, passing on messages or monitoring different ship systems. A man wearing a green navy suit dotted with medals and two pauldrons was approaching Lord Vader with a relaxed look, clearly carrying good news. "Lord Vader," Spoke Captain Nevik, "The legion is ready. Commander Forke is organising his men now. Do you wish to speak with him?" Lord Vader continued watching the blackness of space.
"Yes, Captain. I will speak with the new Commander. However, do not forget this legion's true leader. The Emperor will reveal his real plans with his newly formed elite force in time. The troops are not to know who they are truly designed for. Yet..." The sound of Vader's breathing was very heavy, due to the respiration system implemented into his armour. It made everything he said seem extremely menacing, and nerve racking.
"I will make sure their knowledge remains the way it is, my Lord." The Captain turned away, walking over to an elevator to leave the bridge. His expression wasn't as relaxed, after experiencing the eerie way in which the dark lord spoke. His legion, Vader's Fist, or, formally, the 501st Legion, were directly under his command. Many thought that Vader was now commanding a brand new legion as well. They did not know that the Emperor was the one with true power over them.