Purple Trailer

A man stood in his office as he sipped a glass of whiskey. He looked out a window, thinking in the muted silence as he watched the dance floor. The whole room was black and spacious. Black glossy walls, black ceiling, black floor, yet it was stylishly lit. Two lines of white light ran horizontal around the walls with tube lighting, giving the room an artistic sci-fi look. Music blared, but it was muffled from the door and window. In the office were two lounge chairs, with round glass end tables, and a glass desk that also acted as an interactive holo terminal and projector.

"Transmit system," the man scolded himself. Even after all these years he couldn't get rid of the terminology of his old life. Words like 'holo,' 'caff,' and 'droid' still lingered in his mind, "Seriously all they did was add 'an' to 'droid' and named it an android. Not to mention 'robot,' how ridiculous." He took another sip and stared as he swirled the ice in his glass.

"I ought to tell Hei to stock up on this. It's a good drink," he muttered to himself, then looked out the large window again. It was size was from floor to ceiling and reached the walls from either side. It gave an excellent view for bellow.

Lights of red and white changed with the music. Railing lights lit the underside like the lights in his office. The color scheme even matched that of his office. Surrounding the halls with walkways, little stairwells, and with railings that kept customers from falling over. The DJ table stood high on his left, the exit was on the right, and one of the two bars was visible on the other side of the room. Pillars of glass reflected the light while two holographic trees flashed different colours of red and white, as people danced on the glass dance floor. It was a night club, Junior's Club, HIS club. It may have Hei's name on it but it ultimately belonged to him.

Porphyrios turned and walked to a cabinet with a tray and the crystal bottle of whiskey. He wore a dark pinstriped suit, it was purple, but could be mistaken as black in the clubs current lighting. The jacket was pressed, double breasted, with a violet shirt, and a red and black java lamp tie around his neck. His skin was tanned, with dark green eyes. His hair was side swiped, sanguine red, with a braid hanging from his temple, and a goatee on his chin. Porphyrios looked thin with high cheekbones that gave him the appearance of a rather handsome aristocrat. Unfortunately, it was marred by the branding of chains by his lips and on his cheeks. A bar code could seen burned onto his cheekbone, reminding him where he came from.

He took another drink as he returned to his chair and watched as the party goers enjoyed themselves. The door opened and a man in black and red glasses came in, not unlike his bodyguards. Porphyrios gave no reaction to the minion's entry, but the man came to his side and whispered in his ear.

Porphyrios' eyes darted towards the underling, "Who is it?"

"It's Roman Torchwick, sir." Porphyrios' eyes narrowed hearing that name. Roman Torchwick had been responsible for a string of heists in Vale recently. He's a criminal mastermind, thieving everything and anything he can get his hands on. However, the only thing he has stolen so far has been Dust, this world's energy propellant and natural resource. It is also known as Nature's Wrath and it allowed for much more than be a slug thrower's fuel source. The crystals drew him like moths to a candle. He could hear them, feel them, but they were nothing compared to the song of a kyber crystal.

"Roman is up to something, that much clear. But why so much Dust? No one needs that much, not even an arms dealer or a Huntsman," Porphyrios stood up, approaching the window to spy on the criminal waiting by the bar, "Perhaps I can learn something."

"Show him in. I'll hear what he has to say," Porphyrios commanded, walking back to his desk. One guard rearranged lounge chair, the other stood between Porphyrios and the door. His partner quickly joined him.

The door clicked and a man with orange hair, bowler hat, and cane walked in. "Kalig! How good to see you, how's crime been for ya?

"It's Lord Kalig to you scum!" spoke one of the guards, not impressed with their 'guest's' familiar tone.

"Oh, that's right. You were once noble something-or-rather, weren'tcha? Why don't you clap your hands and send your little servants on their way to the kitchens to pick us up some grub. Huh?"

"Search him."

The guards acted immediately. "Oh come on, is this really nessesary?" Roman complained as the thugs searched him. They convicted his cane, a knife, wallet, scroll, and a case of cigars which he seem particularly miffed at being taken away.

Porphyrios snapped his fingers and pointed at one of the chairs. The left guard moved and presented the seat in front like a waiter, "Please, take a seat." Roman eyed Porphyrios with scorn but swallowed his disdain and sat down. Then Porphyrios stood up and walked over to the alcohol table, "Drink?"

He couldn't see it, but he smirked as he felt Roman's burning gaze on his back. Roman was known for being flamboyant when people came to him, but Roman had come to him, and not being in control irked the criminal to no end. "Minstrel Larger, if you got it," Porphyrios found a bottle, uncorked it, and poured them both a pint.

"Now to business," Roman spoke as Porphyrios handed him his drink, "I need some manpower, nothing fancy, just a few thugs you got lying around."

"What for?" asked Porphyrios.

"Dust robbery, need a few guys help clean up shop," Roman chuckled at his joke. Kalig wasn't laughing.

"You've been on a shopping spree for the last few weeks now," stated Porphyrios. "You've done nearly every job there is. Stores, warehouses, businesses, convoys, you've even been robbing the local gangs."

"Now, I'm an investor, if I think something is worth building I'll place my bet and see what happens. I'm an art dealer, I look at a piece or an artist and decide whether or not they are worth my time," Porphyrios was slowly started rising out of his seat, glaring at the criminal mastermind.

"I'm also a broker who has placed my money in quite a few places. And I protect my interests Roman. So tell me, why should I deal with some bowler hat peacock who's been stealing form me?" The guards revealed their firearms aiming directly at Roman.

He looked a little nervous, he was smiling, but Roman's eyes darted around as if quickly looking for escape routes. "W-well, I'm glad you asked!" Roman quickly posed as he smelled his bit.

"I recently had been hired by a particular person, a mindful, compassionate, person that has a vision for the world. And they want to kick-start it here, in Vale," Roman sat on his armrest emphasizing his final word.

"I'm pretty sure you've always made deals where you were the boss Roman. And I doubt your so-called employer is in it for charity," the guard on the left cocked his pistol, "Something change?"

"Not really, just a few interesting view points which I was forced to agree with. You see, my employer has a plan that will rock this city to it's core, and they need the Dust to get their plan started," Kalig narrowed his eyes at Roman unimpressed with the thief's vagueness.

"Do they not have the resources to provide you with labor? If she managed to get her hands on you, then she must be very resourceful," The guard on the right prepared his gun.

Roman muttered something to himself but quickly turned back to the bar owner, "Oh he has lots of friends. They're just trying to stay on the down-low and want to keep it that way."

Porphyrios pondered considering what Roman told of his employer. It was definitely a woman, he could practically bath Roman's hatred towards her. But he also smelt the underlining scent fear. The guards did nothing, Roman could handle a few thugs, but something about her shook him to the core and he wanted to survive. Kalig had seen men like this, every Sith has. They would serve under a master to teach them, knowing they could die if they failed. All the while, they secretly plotted against them, never successful until they were powerful enough to finally finish it. Roman had the ambitions of a Sith, he just lacked the intimidation. He could respect that.

"Alright, I'll bite. What are you offering?" Porphyrios leaned back in his chair as the guard withdrew their guns.

"20 percent. Plus you can take first pick at the crystals, and can I have my cigars back?" Porphyrios snapped a finger and the guard presented the case open. The criminal took one and reached into his pocket only to realize he didn't have a lite. The distinct sound of lightning crackled and the end was suddenly charred. Roman leaped back in his seat.

"50 percent. And you will bring back my men, alive," Kalig had a finger pointed at him. Tendrils of electricity danced around his arm casting eery shadows across the Sith Lord's face.

Staring, Roman took a puff of his cigar, "30 percent. Men back, first cut. Might even take something out of storage." Now it was Porphyrios' turn to stare, weighing the pros and cons of the business proposition.

"40. Keep your vault."

"35 and you got a deal?"

…

"Deal," They shook hands.

"Glad we could do business," Roman shook, and then preceded to walk out, taking his belongings with him.

"Talk to Hei about the men. And Roman," Porphyrios called, stopping him in his tracks, "If you double-cross me on this, you're dead. Do you understand that?"

There was a pause before Roman turned around, "Of course Kali! I know better than to backstab you." Kalig scowled at the nickname, "After all you practically hold Vale in the palm of your hand. Later Porph," and the thief closed the door.

A guard leaned down to his boss, "Shall I follow him, milord?"

"No," Porphyrios knew Roman was smarter than to earn his retribution, "but send word to our informants. I want to hear the second he tries to pull something." The guard only nodded and walked out the door.

"Dealing with street thugs now, are we?" spoke an eary voice.

Behind Kalig stood an alien with tentacles, horns, and tattoos, a Tortuga. He was dress in red robes and and stylized armour, but his entire body was faded blue, like a ghost. Kalatosh was one of 4 spirits Kalig had in his service.

"How the mighty have fallen," another spoke, in a chilling baritone. Horak-mul was a Sith Pureblood, the only spirit who had considered staying willingly.

A sickly voice called out, "Chop off his head. Kill the snake before it injects the venom." Darth Andru was human but had multiple sign of Dark side corruption from when he had been alive.

"Leave."

"Oh but Sith, don't you remember?" a calm chided voice appeared. Darth Eragast, dark of skin, old as he was ancient. "We promised revenge after you refused to free us, did we not? What better, than to remind you of your fall from glory?"

"Darth Occlus."

"Member of the Dark Council."

"Head of the Pyramid of Ancient Knowledge."

"Master of the Dead."

"Silence!" Porphyrios snarled and banished them with a swipe of his hand. But Kalig knew they were still there, laughing in the dark recesses of his mind, and he seethed at their mockery. Ever since he arrived on this planet, he was made weak. The Force never fully in his gasp, his power trickling like a loose faucet, and his apparent soul sealed ever since he arrived in this dimension.

And he could remember it as if it were yesterday.

He stood a white void, others were with him but they were blurred from his sight. He thought he had died, Dromund Kas, an star feet was invading, and he brought the building down on himself and a woman he was fighting. And she was strong, terribly so, not even Khem was able to feed off her.

"Ashara." His mind kicked into overdrive, worrying for his lover and apprentice. They had done so much, fought together, planned together, slept together. He told her to go with Talos and Andronikos and leave. Xalek had defended them, slaughtering droids, but they were cut off from each other. Did they survive?

"Welcome."

A deep echoing voice sounded and drew himself and the blurs to attention. A man appeared adorned in white, black, and gold. They were similar to battle robes but far more regal, with a dragon motif. He had groomed white hair and a well kept beard and moustache. But what terrified him were they eyes. He'd seen Sith with golden eyes before, but this, they went deeper than any Force user he had ever met.

One blur called out, it came out unintelligible but accusatory.

"Indeed it is I."

The blur moved to attack but the man merely raised his hand and the blur was caught in a Force choke.

"Save your strength, you will have need of it later," he let the person go, and they dropped to their knees clearly gasping but Kalig still couldn't hear a sound.

"Do you know who I am?" asked the stranger. And the name came to Porphyrios' lips like water.

"You're the Emperor. How could this be? You're dead."

"I suppose. Hear, time and space become irrelevant. This body is an illusion. Here, I am merely a herald to you who have gathered."

They all started to glow red, green, orange, and Porphyrios turned purple. "You have been chosen, not by me, but by the will of the Force to appear in a new world, a new universe, an new galaxy.

Another blur spoke, likely a question.

"To live. It's plans are a mystery, even to me. You are to live, begin anew, but not not with these weapons," three lightsabers, a blaster, and a canon appeared, one which so happened to be his own lightsaber. "These weapons were meant for a different place, for a different war, they will no longer serve you," and with that they disappeared as if they never existed.

"If you wish to take up arms again, I'm afraid you must craft new weapons to fight. And there will be conflict."

Another voiced muffled in the background.

"To you who use the Force, you will still retain the power, but you must unlock it if you are to regain your true strength. For in this world your soul could be your sword, your shield, and your power. Even those without the Force can achieve this strength." The colours started to turn blinding and another voiced called.

"I am not your enemy. There is another that takes my place there, for it is forever beyond my reach."

"Farewell."

It's been five years since then. He's tried unlocking his soul, but every person that attempted ended up dead or insane. He's tried living a new life, he even tried to forget, but he could never forget. What he is, what he was, what he's done. They would never let him forget.

The sound of broken glass shook Kalig out of his revelry.

Snapping to attention he approached the glass and looked down bellow, costumers were running and security had surrounded a blonde woman. He couldn't get a good look but she was definitely young. Hei could be seen dazed by a bar and one of the pillars had been wrecked. The woman came into a fighting stance and jumped as the thugs rushed her.

"Oh for the love of—" Kalig grabbed a case, a pair of gloves, and stormed out the door intent on fixing this mess. The force of a sound wave echoed as he walked out, and he could hear the sounds of shot gun shells and even more broken glass. They were not being quiet about it.

"Please tell me that was not the machine gun."

Kalig entered the dance hall and stopped as a girls voice sounded, "Melanie, who is this girl?"

"I don't know Miltia, but we should teach her a lesson." Two teenager stood in the middle of the dance floor. They were twins, with green eyes, black hair, and fancy dresses. They wore strapless dresses, and thigh high stilettos, but they looked more like they were going to a prom then combat. Militia wore red and black, while Melanie wore white and teal, and both wore fur on their shoulders. They appeared arrogant, unprepared, but they were well equipped. Melanie wore a pair of bladed heel while Miltia wielded long claws.

Kalig knew he would have to intercede, but he decided this may be a good time to test their skills. He hid in an alcove to see the showdown and watched as it began. He has been teaching the twins how to fight for the past 3 years, it was time to see some results. The twins were an impeccable team, but the blonde was clearly a huntress in training. The invader also stood in the DJ booth, looking down and reloading. Porphyrios only frowned, knowing he had trained the girls better than to let the girls make the first move.

The blonde jumped raining several shells on the twins as they made backflips. When the girl landed, the twins started to close the distance as they made a pincher move. Another pillar shattered, to Kalig's dismay but he continued to watch, as Melanie and Miltia took turns swiping at the blonde, pushing her back. Unfortunately the mini-huntress made a rebound and sent Melanie flying. Miltia defended herself from the brawler's assault but her root was broken, and Melanie got up as her sister crashed into another pillar.

Porphyrios only sighed as he watched his disciples become defeated. Melanie certainly put up a better fight as her opponent was busy watching her trying to assess her. The blonde still won though, getting into Melanie's guard, destabilizing her, then kicking her in the face.

There was a shift in the music and girls retreated. Hei finally got out of his stupor and was now shouldering a rocket launcher, "You're going to pay for this." Hei took aim as Blondie got into a combat stance.

The lights turned on, "Enough," both fighters paused to see Porphyrios walking towards them, case in hand. The music turned off with the lights.

Hei was surprised to see him, "Kalig, I thought you turned in for the night."

"It's kind of hard to fall asleep when there is this much racket. Care to explain, Junior?"

Hei huffed, "Blondie here came looking for information about some brunette and I didn't know who it was. Then she got upset and started fighting, after she grabbed me by the balls!"

The girl cut in teasing Hei, "Oh come on Junior, I was just playing hard to get." Kalig got a better look at her. Long blonde curls, violet eyes, tan jacket showing her mid-drift and yellow top. Also had a flancy belt over short hot-pant and knew high boots. A total knock-out with a pair of weaponized gauntlets.

"Hei, you horny idiot," Kalig sighed, "Since you clearly know who HE is, I assume you know who I am?"

"Yeah, your Kalig right? Big art dealer with a bunch of shady rumours. Not sure why you call yourself a lord though," she turned upwards in thought.

"And you are?" Kalig asked coldly, disapproving of the girl's total disregard.

"Oh just call me Blondie, but this guy calls me sir."

She hid her name but Porphyrios could feel her thoughts well enough, and he smiled seeing the image of Hei in a vice grip. "Well Miss Xiao Long," she was surprised at hearing her name, "as fun as it is to see you thrash my employees, you are aware you will have to pay for these damages, right?"

"Wha~t? Naw…. Really?" she was giving no clear hint of responsibility for the clubs mess. "How about this, we fight, you win, I pay. If I win, you tell me everything you know about this woman," she presents her scroll showing a woman with long raven hair and a heavy scabbard. A picture of a photo, maybe personal, but he certainly knew who she was.

"And why should I agree to this? You clearly came here expecting a fight."

"Well, I could always play with Junior over here, but I think he has some performance issues." Junior became livid hearing that.

"Hei, I'll pack up. You head home."

"But sir—" "This is not up to debate," Kalig cut off Junior, "I'll handle this." Hei chose to wisely back off.

Porphyrios unlocked his suitcase revealing a collapsed bow riffle. It was gun metal gray, in the Lassan style. He saw one once with a Lassat Guardsman with during an Imperial boarding party. It was no lightsaber, but it would do. An elite blend of electrostaff and blaster. Besides, every kriffing weapon on this planet also seamed to a blaster of some sort.

O what would he give for a kyber crystal.

The staff snapped into form and the ends crackled with electricity, and with a flourishing twirl Porphyrios was ready. His eyes widened with a sadistic glee, briefly turning a shade of molten gold.

"Now... just show me where the fun is."