Universal War Orders Origins
It had been many minutes since he had the medics take away his master Darth Plagues, or Hego Damask as he was called in public. Now he was cleaning the room and fixing the pieces of ancient sith art. As he picked up the statue that he was most found of when he felt a most disturbing presence in the force. He looked over his shoulder and saw a figure wearing a dark robe with a hood that it used to obscure its face. He looked cautiously at the creature as he hid away his abilities in the force.
"I have sensed a great and powerful disturbance on the force transpire within this very place. Can you tell me what has happened here kind young gentlemen?" This creature was asking him what he had just cleaned up from. In which it meant that this being knew too much without even being within the building for a full hour of time. He grasped the hilt of his lightsaber and was ready to strike this intruder down, but before he knew it he was being held in a force choke to prevent him from doing anything. "You dare to think about striking down me?! You are no true lord of the sith! For you do not even understand that I am the physical embodiment of the dark side of the force! You have yet to even scratch the surface of your discoveries. Your late master was well educated in the dark side, for he was walking down a path that has not been walked down since the days of Darth Vitiate." Palpatine suddenly felt all the pressure around his neck removed and he fell to the floor and began to have an uncontrollable coughing fit.
"Who are you then?" He asked with a genuine curiosity that would match the curiosity he had in his early days as an apprentice. If this being claimed to be the physical embodiment of the dark side of the force, then he must learn from this being of great power.
"I am the Horned King, and you shall not be my apprentice but my ally in the coming war against the light." The Horned King took his hood of to show Palpatine his face. His face was what the true face of terror should be, his skin was so wrinkled that it looked like that of a corpse, with horns that sprout from the top of his head, while his eyes glowed a deep, bright, and ominous red. His teeth were fangs, and by adding all this together he looked like a monster from a children's bedtime story.
"What is the plan then Horned King?" If the Horned King had a plan to end the light as he said, then he must've included the jedi somewhere equation. Plus, he was the embodiment of the dark side, there for making it a foolish idea to not to work with such a powerful being in the force.
"I am glad you have asked my new, friend." With that response all seems to fade into the scene of the same planet but at a much different time of day and in a much different year.
The sky has changed but it seems that the world is oblivious to the remaining image of the Horned King's glowing red eyes. A family of Pandarians walking up a large set of steps to a wall that was built as a monument to those who died to create the peace that the universe had now. The family consisted of an elder Pandarian and his grand cubs. The two children were extremely excited about what they were doing on this early day, for they were visiting the Wall of the Remembered. When they reached the top the kids began to speed to the wall quickly to read the names of the hundreds of thousands of millions of billions of people written on the wall. They had read of the many wars that had led to this very day in their history classes at school, but they like the most knowledgeable scholars in the universe did not know the true history of the universe and its merging. There was only one person who did know such a thing, their grandfather. They continued to look around so as to find their favorite heroes from their history classes. "Come here children." The elder Pandarian spoke out to the two children as he sat down to tell them a story. The two children ran up to him with excited looks on their faces, making them look like children in a candy store. "So tell me of your favorite hero from your history classes." He gave them a quizzical look on his face to see if he would get the response he was expecting.
The sister spoke first and gave him the response he was expecting. "My favorite hero is Leah. She was a princess who never let the people of the universe suffer at the hands of the Supreme Empire and fought for those who couldn't fight." She looked proud of herself for her response.
It was then that her brother spoke, he had the response that he was not expecting. "My favorite hero is Anakin Skywalker. He had probably the humblest beginning out of everyone. He may have turned to the dark side but he still died the death of a hero." The young boy was clearly meant to become the next carrier of history with a response like that.
"So you speak from you hearts, a good thought my young grandchildren; however, I will speak from knowledge that will be passed down to one of you, the true history of our universe. I will tell the tale that will take us back many years ago."