A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away. . . .
Star Wars Darth Plageuis
Prologue:
A tremor took hold of the planet.
Sprung from death, it unleashed itself in a powerful wave, at once burrowing deep into the world's core and radiating through its saccharine atmosphere to shake stars themselves. At the quake's epicenter stood Sidious, one elegant hand vised on the burnished still of an expansive translucency, a strong vessel filled suddenly to bursting, the Force so strong within him that he feared might disappear into it, never to return. But the moment didn't constitute an ending so much as a true beginning, long overdue; it was less a transformation that an intensification-a gravity shift.
A welter of voices, near and far, present and from eons past, drowned his thoughts. Raised in praise, the voices proclaimed his ring and cheered the inauguration of a new order. Yellow eyes lifted to the night sky, he saw trembling stars flare, and in depth of his being he felt the power of the dark side in him.
Slowly, almost reluctantly, he came back to himself, his gaze settling on his manicured hands. Returned to the present, he took note of his rapid breathing, while behind him the room labored to restore order.