Star Wars: Legacy of the Great Armageddon
Prologue
This is reality under the rule of the Great Armageddon. Tens of thousands of star systems all under the control of the mighty Sith Empire. Each star system cowering before the Dark Lord as he crushes all opposition that oppose peace, freedom, justice, and security. This was the ultimate design of Sith domination in the eyes of the ruthless Sith Lord, The Great Armageddon. However, even he understood that all ambitions are met with certain never-ending obstacles. The Galactic Republic, which stood for tens of thousands of years, shows remarkable endurance and determination as their fleet successfully defends against the relentless attacks on the capital world of Coruscant from the enormous Sith Fleet. Lord Armageddon, viewing the clash between friendly and hostile fighters, saw that it was now fit to end this conflict once and for all.
"Admiral, status report!" Lord Armageddon barked.
"My Lord, the Republic Fleet is in full retreat!" the admiral responded. "They are making the jump into hyperspace!"
Those cowards are more foolish than I thought! "Did your men place the tracking beacon on those ships?" Lord Armageddon asked.
"They have, my Lord," the admiral replied confidently.
"Excellent," Lord Armageddon commented. Let these fools run for their lives. It will only be a matter of time until they have nowhere else to hide! "Report back to me as soon as the Republic Fleet comes out of hyperspace. I want to know their exact location so our fleet can trap them for one final assault."
"Understood sir!" the admiral answered.
As Armageddon walked off the bridge of his prized commanding flagship, The Desolator, and into his private quarters, he felt a great disturbance in the Force as if he heard a strange yet familiar voice inside his head. Strange, I sense something. Something I have not felt since… Giovanni? Who is Giovanni? I haven't gone by that name in a long time. It was the sensation of his former glory that was long forgotten since the time he abandoned the old and traditional ways of his former life. As he entered his sanctuary, the voice grew louder and louder. So loud that he fell into deep meditation that almost felt like a dream. A dream of a young child named Giovanni Vizsla.