Chapter One
154 ABY (Galactic Standard Calendar), System of Earth, Third Planet from the Sun, on continent 'Africa'
Bill Weasely stared at the sight in front of him. Not four meters away from him a boy, maybe 16 or 17 years old was apparently reading the symbols that no one else had a clue meant. The teenager was dressed in a black trouser with a belt wrapped around his waist, and a shirt decorated with a strange symbol. There was also a long cylinder hanging from the belt with a red button in the middle. From what Bill could tell, the kid had short black hair and had very pale skin, as if it had seen very little light in a longer time.
The boy shook his head as he brushed his hand on the symbol. "Interesting, a highly fortified shielded location to hide your treasure, how like you horde it for yourself. It has been a trouble to search for you amongst the various planets you own, but if the rumors are true, then this shall all be worth it."
Bill fingered his wand, just to be safe. He knew nothing about this guy and he had just read an entire wall of symbols that his team of 12 crack wizards couldn't even decipher. But he couldn't prevent himself when the researcher inside of him blurted out "Excuse, but can you read that? How, what spell did you use?"
The guy turned and he saw a black mask of some sort covering his face, two upside down semi-circle for eye holes that glowed red. None of this, he was sure of it, had been there a moment ago. Bill couldn't help but recognize the similarities of this guys mask to the one the Death Eater's wore. "Mortal," he hissed in a cold voice, "you dare break my thoughts?"
Bill's hands tensed around his wand, reflex action. "Um, no offense, but who are you? And again, what spell did you use?" The boy's eye holes flashed a darker red as he spoke. "Did I say something wrong? I'm sorry if I insulted you, I just, ah, I just wanted to-"
The man raised his right arm and made a fist. Bill frowned, confused. "Sir, can you jus….jus…j…ack," he gasped. He clawed at the air around his neck, hoarse as he felt a hand wrap around his neck. The figure's eyes glowed brighter and his leather gloved fist closed even tighter.
"You will pay for this," he drawled, almost a snarl. His voice, Bill noticed as he began to rise up in the air, "I will make sure. You should fear me, you should fear who I am. I am a Sith Lord, manipulator of souls, of hearts and minds, of fears and comforts, I am far stronger than you, and yet you had the foolishness to attempt to interrupt?"
Bill gulped and felt the pressure leave his neck. He had a feeling he didn't want to make this guy mad, he thought amidst gasps. He didn't know why but what he had was a feeling, a strong feeling. "Oh right. I'm Billy Weasely. I'm a curse breaker and archeologist working for Gingotts." He didn't feel the need to explain what a curse breaker was and what Gingotts was. He knew, like he knew not to make him angry, he was a wizard. How he didn't know, but really he didn't actually care for it. "Um, if you don't mind, what did you mean planets? You mean cities right?"
Aion laughed cruelly. "You mortal's are a barbaric and pathetic race. You have some potential but you still have no understanding of the great Force." He waved his hand over the wall and, to his shock, it began to open.
The wall rose to the ceiling, dust shaking off it as Necrosis and he watched, Necrosis calm and the Weasely dumbfounded. Further shocked he was the variety of crystals and gold and precious stones, hundreds of ancient tablets and strange staffs and armor, almost like a hawk.
He also saw rounded square like pads in clear boxes and a square machine, the size of his palm. "Interesting," the Sith Lord said as he looked around. "Most of this is very similar to our own, meant to instill fear and order. However I require one form of technology that is instrumental…"
He raised his hand and everything began to float in midair like the levitation spell, floating out of the room. In the end of the long line, a single dim orange crystal floated out. The Sith Lord looked at, and shivered. "Such power held within," he muttered, "Ra must have been an excellent commander, but to leave his discoveries is a fool's choice. Some of this will be excellent additions."
Then he snapped his fingers and the artifacts vanished. Bill was awestruck but the scientist in him was outraged. "What did you do?" He asked furiously, "You just stole priceless magical artifacts! This is a crime against the Ministry of Magic, I can have you arrested!"
The Dark Force User laughed and Bill saw his hand finger the metal cylinder. Now that he thought about, it looked like a big wand of some sort, a metal wand which would be a stupid idea. It was impossible for magic to work with metal, any form and all types. But it could be a holster. He prepared for a battle and pulled out his wand and shouted, "REDUCTO!"
Then before Bill realized, a red blade flashed to live and deflected the red spell, sending it rocketing and exploding in the sky, and then he vanished. Bill was dazed, and confused. He shook his head and held his wand limp in his hand. "Harry will want to know about this," he muttered, not noticing the faint disturbance of air a few meters away, rising up, and then flying away up and up….
Three years later
Darth Necrosis mediated in his private chambers, concentrating on the darkness onboard the ship, and the ancient Sith artifacts that surrounded him. He took a deep breath and felt it engulf him.
The feeling… the sheer power that flowed through him was truly impossible to describe. He toyed with it, lashing out and removing the grey tints in the power, purging the light and devouring the darkness. It felt so good and so right for him, and in fact, it was right.
He drifted into memories, reliving actions, reliving the addicting strength that the Dark Side of the Force. He couldn't concentrate for much, for a minute, before the alarms across the vast Super Star Destroyer Devastator-series Demolisher began to shriek.
There was only one reason why the alarms onboard the most powerful warship series in the galaxy would activate. He opened the Doors as he stood up with a wave of his hand walked into an elevator. There was no one there, most, he assumed, would be preparing for battle stations. "Report," he hissed towards his most elite Sith Officer, Admiral Herro.
Herro, Jack Herro, had been a renegade from the Fel Empire before its head went into exile. He did not believe in the Krayt Sith ways, and, with a thousand followers, stole a number of Peallon Star Destroyers. Necrosis had found Herro on a wayward planet at the edge of the Unknown Regions. He offered Herro, or rather forced him, to join the Sith Empire.
Herro had agreed, and within two years of the war with the destruction of twelve Yuuzhan Vong World Ships. Herro, he hated to admit it, was the closest thing Necrosis had to any form of attachment, surpassing that of which he had with the Emperor.
"Twelve ships just entered Hyperspace along side us," Herro said. His blue eyes looked into Necrosis red ones. His beard was trimmed, recently. "Based on their power sources, it's Yuuzhan Vong." He then gulped. "Hyperspace sensors also pick up five Nordic warships."
His red eyes flared in surprised and distaste. The Yuuzhan Vong were a deadly threat, their renegade faction was at any rate. When the Emperor was finishing off the remnants of Wyyrlok's Empire in 155 ABY, twenty one years after Krayt had been murdered, he attacked the Yuuzhan Vong remnants.
The war already begun in 154 ABY, and had already lasted long past the estimate area that the Emperor had predicted. The natives of the galaxy fought harder than any of them had expected. Then he went to wipe out the Yuuzhan Vong, seeing them as threat. Even with the massive upheavals he had committed to upgrading every ship in the Navy with the technology he stole from that 20 million light-year away galaxy, the Yuuzhan Vong used Plasma Weapons. With just a few hits they could easily pierce the shields of any ship.
The campaign had gone on well in the beginning; the few planets of the Yuuzhan Vong were caught by surprise.
But at around the same time the Emperor destroyed the planet of Coruscant two years ago, the Yuuzhan Vong fled their planets in the galaxy on their World Ships. Since then they had been a thorn, an eighty two of those infidel organic ships wiping out dozens of ships.
The Empire had, of course, destroyed its own share until estimates ranged from 5-15 World Ships left. And now, he smirked, they had come to him. But the Yuuzhan Vong was the least of his worries too, and he felt the smirk leave his face. The Nordic race was extremely technologically advanced, gray aliens were entirely clones. They were powerful, surviving in the Unknown Regions far from the Empire.
They had first been encountered by the Emperor and his early army, an army of cloned Sith Troopers numbering in a thousand. This was during the war between the Sith-Imperial war in 127 ABY. They had been encountered on the Star Forge, using some sort energy to power it at below minimum due to the lack of the Dark Side to fuel it. But even then, they had a fleet of strange hammer-shaped ships to fight the Emperor.
The war was still going on, the remnants of the original aliens fighting across the galaxy, allied to none but themselves.
Their hammer-shaped ships used Plasma Weapons, similar to Yuuzhan Vong World Ships, but they were far stronger. Their weapons weren't the only issue the Emperor had once he began to use the Star Forge to build the Sith Navy. The Nordic shields, while comparable to the Navies shield now, had been infinity stronger than the shields at the time.
Now, they were on equal par. But even then, their Plasma Weapons and strange form of Personal Energy Projector the Nordic's were still a threat, despite their tiny Fleet size. Their spies had estimated 104 'Hammerheads' Nordic ships across the galaxy, based on the number that the Star Forge had built. They had destroyed 26 of the Hammerheads, but with so many, they had been forced to divert a vast majority of the Sith Navy to find and exterminate the Nordic's.
"How far in the Expanse are we?" Necrosis asked as the Nordic starships passed the Super Star Destroyer in the Hyperspace dimension.
"A estimate of 8 million light-years my lord," Herro said. "Should the Fleet drop out of Hyperspace?"
"Yes, and open fire as soon as the two fleets drop out as well. I do not these beings intruding on the Sith Empire anymore."
The Sith Officer bowed and walked to the front of the bridge, issuing the orders to the crewmen. "Estimate dropping out of Hyperspace is in five… four… three… two… one…fire!"
The stars stretched after appearing, and then became globs of light. All at once, several hundred Sith starships, ranging from 600 meter Interdictor Cruisers to the 25 kilometer Devastator Super Star Destroyers, appeared. Then, overhead, twelve World Ships, half the size of the Devastator SSD, and the five Nordic starships 1400 meters long, dropped out.
Immediately, the 1000 Quad Turbolaser cannons opened fire, spitting out blobs of golden energy fire. These energy weapons he had stolen from the other galaxy, their strength anyway. The other galaxies energy weapons had a slow firing rate, but caused two times as much damage as their weapons did. He had combined them to create the perfect energy weapon.
Fire erupted on the organic hull of a World Ship as the 700 Sith warships opened fire with their advanced weapons. "Release Starfighters," he hissed, "make sure none of these infidels survive."
"By your command," Herro said automatically.
The World Ship broke apart, the spirals extending from its arms breaking apart, the organic hull splitting into globs of flesh. An Eclipse Super Star Destroyer, escorted by two Executer series, charged its super laser. The Fleet had 23 of the mobile Super laser Star Destroyers. The sheer concentrated firepower was capable of piercing any shields. But the Nordic's, and the Yuuzhan Vong, knew the threat of the Super Star Destroyers and was the number one target.
The swifter and sleeker Nordic warships curved in an upside arc above an Eclipse, firing its Plasma Weapons and energy weapon cannon at the ship. The silver shields flared and held, briefly. The Nordic ship retreated as a Peallon Star Destroyer broke formation and made a futile chase against the vessel.
Necrosis held his stance as two Nordic ships bombarded the Super Star Destroyer with Plasma Weapons.
An Interdictor Cruiser covered the ship, taking the burnt of the hits and exploded. Two World Ships threw their disfigured monstrosities known as fighters out into the fry, followed by the crescent shape fighters of the Nordic warships. The vast number of Predator-class Starfighters, Reaper-class Starfighters and Sith Interceptors worked in their favor, but the shielded and repairing technology of the two forces easily outmatched his own.
The Eclipse shook took two glancing hits on its starboard from a Yuuzhan Vong Plasma Cannon, or Lava Cannon, and began to lean as explosions rumbled on the ship. The two Executors, not wanting to be taken with the ship, maneuvered slowly and evaded the tilting ship. But, with a final gesture, the Super Star Destroyer fired its pent up energy into the Super Laser. A Nordic ship, finishing off two Interdictor Cruisers with a World Ship, shook. Its blue shields flared as the energy washed over it.
Necrosis smiled darkly as the ship rumbled and ripped apart. The laser neatly bisected the ship, cutting in two half's.
The ship, still barely alive as the explosions ripped through its hull, forced its engines forward and entered Hyperspace, a green anomaly opening up with radiation spilling out.
The shields flared slightly as the ship vanished-and reappeared in front of a Nordic Ship a second later. The ship, and the Nordic ship, hit each others noses, sending a cascading wave of fire across both ships and eliminating them both. He made a fist in anger. They had 23 Eclipse Super Star Destroyers left now. Two more Interdictor's were destroyed as the allied fleet bombarded the Sith Fleet with their plasma weapons.
Laser fire and plasma fired back and forth, shields flared, held, fell, and were lost as ships detonated.
"Shields down to 45%, someone warned.
"Draw power from auxiliary power source, from subspace-time quantum foam to the shields," Herro snapped. "Split it and have our Turbolasers increase power. Do not let the shields fall below 50%."
The Sith Lord frowned deeply as an Executer, one of 57 in the Fleet, was destroyed by a mass ambush by two Nordic's and three World Ships. "Concentrate all fire power to the nearest Nordic Ship," he said fiercely, "relay the order to the Fleet, have all weapon systems, Ion Cannons, laser cannons, and heavy concussion missiles fire together. Do not release pressure until opposing craft is eliminated."
The Sith Officer bowed quickly. "By your law, my Lord," he walked towards the two weapon officers. "You heard the Dark Lord-open fire with all weapon systems! Once you have the nearest ship, fire at once."
"Aye, aye, sir," came the two reply's.
The ship shuddered, and from the bridge of the starship, Necrosis saw flocks of red and green laser bolts splashed across the hull of the starship, a large number going awry, but the majority hitting the blue shields. The ship's shields failed and then vanished. The ship itself vanished into a blast of fire and fell apart. The battle went in the hands of the Sith soon after.
Unfortunately, two Nordic ships managed to escape the carnage. But the Dark Lord was not truly concerned. The battle had been won, and the losses had been light compared to the other skirmishes with the Nordic and Yuuzhan Vong. Twenty five Battleships lost eighteen Battlecruisers, two Star Destroyers, thirty two Cruisers, and 1 Eclipse.
"This was… a pyrrhic victory, I have to say," Herro said with reluctance as the small 2 kilometer chuck of the Eclipse floated in front of them. "We lost many ships, and we have 622 warships left, out of 700."
Necrosis glanced at the Sith Officer in annoyance. "This is sacrifice for the Force," he declared to the lowly human. "We have many more ships, the Star Forge, a galaxy of resources. A few ships are nothing to the power that the Sith Lord has to offer to spread to the galaxy, and the Intergalactic Empire of the Sith! You would consider this victory to be a defeat of sort, yet remember the toils of the war against the Titans in the Rishi Maze that cost us twelve fleets, against the Maleficus in the satellite galaxy that is still going on?"
Herro paled as he heard of the two wars the Sith had fought previously, the most destructive wars he had ever heard of. The War against the Titans was a war he had read about in the short time period since he first joined the Sith Empire. Not content with having a few systems in the Unknown Regions, the Sith had traveled to the Rishi Maze, a smaller galaxy, nearby with a vast majority of their early fleet, all of their ships in fact.
When they arrived there, they'd found a race of Chiss-like aliens with Hyperspace capabilities, living on planets half as big as stars with massive natives, 2-4 kilometers tall. The war had lasted for a year to 155 ABY, and in that short time period had cost the Sith fleet dearly.
Were it not for the Star Forge, Herro knew, and the small cloning lab discovered on Kamino and Pegasi 85, the Sith Empire would have fallen apart right there. But it didn't, and through the victory came experienced leaders, a vast galaxy to exploit with slaves, metal, precious minerals, luxury goods. It had given the Sith Empire greater power, more than which it already held.
However… the Maleficus War was going badly, especially badly.
Two years ago, with 40% of the Sith Navy fighting the Nordic and Yuuzhan Vong, hunting them actually, and the other 60% crushing the vast elements of resistance and rebellion and the Exile Empire, a war begun in the second galaxy. And he knew, though no one else did having been there himself, that even the Emperor feared the monstrosities in that galaxy.
A lone Star Destroyer had arrived in the satellite galaxy, nicknamed G-2 due to its lack of a name, and encountered a sentient race on a planet at the very rim of the galaxy. However, rather than actual beings, they had encountered the dead. Not the true dead, but the undead. Through some Dark Arts that not even the Dark Lords knew of, or desired to now, some race in that galaxy brought life to death.
The plague had spread to the galaxy, all of it, long ago. The dead were already in state of decay, and not mastered Hyperspace, but rather used ships capable of going half the speed of light. Too late, did the crew of the Star Destroyer realize what they were dealing with, before the Maleficus boarded the ship, infected and devoured the crew, and fled to the Galaxy.
That ship had been destroyed when it exited at the Star Forge, but fearing the monsters so much if they discovered Hyperspace, did the Dark Emperor and the Dark Inheritor, Necrosis, divert all but 10% of their fleet putting down rebellions to deal with these undead monsters. But the cost had rapidly mounted in the first month, was rapidly rising with each month passing by.
Four three years that war raged, and only a fraction of the galaxy was 'pacified' of the monsters. Due to their Light-Speed travel, they were unable to infect area's they weren't at. But they did not read on life scanners, and the entire galaxy was devoid of life.
He shuddered, mentally, at the thought. That galaxy… full of flesh eating monsters that was once sentient…. Was a terrible thought, truly terrible. He wondered how that plagues that stared, where and how long it lasted. These creatures were deadly, he wondered what would happen if they were managed to spread across their galaxy, and the Universe.
"For give me… my lord," he whispered.
Necrosis, not wanting to appear soft, raised his hand and began to choke Herro, eyes glowing. "Do not fail me again Officer. I will not accept any remarks such as what you said previously." Then he let go of the officer and walked away. "Begin the travel again. Get us to that Galaxy quickly… or you will pay with your life."
The door shut behind him.
The next near 40 days of travel was excruciatingly uninteresting.
He constantly trained his skill, keeping himself at top physical peak and Force. He checked on the cloning facility onboard the Flagship. The cloning facility could only create a small number of clones, 100 per year. Anything more and they would be less than perfect, and prone to Clone Madness.
The Silent Invasion of the Galaxy, Operation: Yuuzhan Vong after the conflict with the Yuuzhan Vong a hundred years ago was a small invasion. One Fleet, his fleet, was all that could be spared.
The Sith Empire was powerful, the dominant form in two and a half galaxies, but with the Maleficus still consuming warships, the Exile Empire still out there, the Nordic and Yuuzhan Vong committing guerilla warfare, and the remnants of the Galactic Alliance fighting skirmishes here and there, there was only so much that could be offered.
There weren't that many that could be trusted to command the most powerful ships in the galaxy.
There were several fleets unmanned at the Star Forge, and he knew, if nothing had radically changed, that there were only enough trusted officers to man a quarter of those ships. The cloning facilities produced only so many clones. Two hundred thousand was being bred per year, and it wasn't enough. Eventually, he had no doubts that the Emperor would be forced to draft sentient beings, untrusted, to man the Navy.
And when that day came, not in the distant future, the Sith Empire would not longer be powerful. Unless they could find or build more cloning facilities, which the Star Forge was incapable of doing, and they were very expensive… he pushed that thought away and walked towards the bridge.
He smiled behind the black mask and walked on the bridge. "My Lord, Darth Necrosis," the Sith Officer said bowing. "Perfect timing as usual, we are beginning to slow for Real Space Access. Two Squadrons of Reaper Star Fighters are ready for deployment as soon as we exit Hyperspace."
"Do it," he ordered.
The stars appeared, streaks of light, as did the void of space. He felt other presences now, strange alien presences. They were not familiar to those he usually felt, touched, ripped open, pried into, etc. These were alien, partly alien anyway. He knew them, barely… the races of the far away galaxy….
He was here.
The planet to be the first to see a Sith Fleet had been the very first planet he visited with the new Intergalactic HyperDrive's. It was a backward planet, much like a large number of planets in his galaxy. It had limited artificial intelligence, early stages of primitive laser weaponry, interplanetary travel on Slower-Than-Light ships, and so many more things.
The inhabitants of this galaxy called this planet Terra, or Tau'ri. But the inhabitants called it Earth, and themselves humans. They were just like the humans of his galaxy, but primitive.
They were also other humans in the galaxy, seeded through out the vast number of planets, a mere fraction, though, of the planets in his Galaxy. The majority of them were primitive although a small number of them were industrial societies, and there were two, he was aware of, that had achieved Interstellar capabilities, one of them known as the Aschen and the other called Tyl's.
However, of all the humans he encountered, the ones known as the Jaffa were the most common. Like his Sith Troopers, they appeared to be expendable and used as shock troopers as well.
They were biologically changed, to be a superior human than an average one. They also used some sort of staff weapon capable of firing a bolt of energy far stronger than a blaster rifle.
They were inaccurate, but his scientists and technicians had modified them to make them much more precise with twice the range. All of his Sith Troopers had them, the new standardized weapon for the Sith Army. The Dark Jedi was also given rudimentary understanding of the Sith Staff's, as was he due to its resemblance to his double-bladed lightsaber.
"Reaper's launch," Herro announced. "They're scouting the surrounding system with their long range scanners."
Necrosis smirked. The Reaper's were the next generation starfighters, second behind the Sith Interceptor's. They were the main fighter's of the Sith Navy, all purpose crafts, with the Sith Interceptors built for fighter combat. The Predator Starfighters were reconfigured to bomber-class, to take out the shields of enemy ships.
Two hours later, nearly depleted of fuel, the Bombers returned. "This is Flight Leader Alano of Fighter P-47118725. We haven't encountered anything else but a ancient form of interplanetary space travel vehicle, some strange hulks, and many satellites, artificial in nature."
"Anything else your sensors could pick up?"
There was a pause. "I do have some more information… but I'm not positive if it's accurate…."
"Say it, all information is required," Herro demanded.
Another pause, two as long as before; "My Wing has unconfirmed scans of a large facility under a large desert area, easily the size of 300 or 500 meters, the scans aren't conclusive. I suspect it to be a shipbuilding facility of some sort; we found a shell of what appears to be a vessel in it, two of them in fact."
"Which, if they have any ships, will make them well hidden and hard to find-impressive thinking," Necrosis muttered, "but does it mean they are in capable of making orbital shipyards, are they fearful of an attack?"
"Return to the hanger bay," Herro said, "makes sure your tanks are full-"
"There is another thing," he said interrupting Herro. "Sensors also found a large number of possible Force-sensitive's on the planet hundreds of it not thousands at least. Most of them are situated on these areas. I'm relaying the information back to you."
Herro and Necrosis looked at the information. He recognized these areas, what are America, Brazil, China, Greece, and India. He had sensed Force sensitive's before, but he had been focused on finding the power source which fueled all of the Sith starships.
Then, out of nothing, alarms blared across the ship, not dulled and rang loudly on the bridge. The room was bathed in red light. "What is going on," Herro barked, "why are the alarms on? Are we under attack?"
"Sir, the bombers have something on their long range sensors, as do we. A small vessel, about the size of one of our Battleships, is approaching us at 1100 miles per, per second." He was alarmed and shocked. Imperial starships could move only at half that speed per second, due to their large weight and size of course. "Presumed threat level is low." He paused and looked at Necrosis. "My Lord, the ship is hailing us. Shall I put them on a ship channel?"
"Put it on the Bridge Channel," he said, "I wish to hear them." These were the first ships he encountered in this galaxy, besides the ships the Jaffa used, and the images he took from the tablets on the planet. He had expected a pyramid shaped ship, not this awkward looking craft.
The vessel was made out of a different metal than Durasteel, a more refined and durable metal which he had previously thought impossible, in fact it should be impossible.
The design, he noticed, was compact and seemed to waste no space. It was unlike his Super Star destroyers and regular warships that were thousand meters long to a few hundred and had only half of the weapons its size could use.
"This is Captain Lionel Pendergast of the USAF Prometheus Battle Cruiser," a gruff voice spoke, "Pull your ships back and tell me your intentions or prepare to be fired on."
Necrosis narrowed his eyes, a dimming of the red glow, and replied back. This cretin would dare speak to him such a manner? Human or not, ignorant or not, this was not acceptable. But he had to maintain some temper. "This is Darth Necrosis of the Devastator class Super Star Destroyer Devastator. The presence of my fleet is not a threat to you. No, we have come a long way here and I wish to speak to the leader of your planet – reply."
There was a pause and the 'Captain Pendergast's' voice came back. "No hostile intentions? That sounds too good to be true. Pull back now or be fired upon – this is a warning."
"I repeat," Necrosis said in a darker voice, quickly losing patience and becoming very annoyed, "I have come on peaceful -"
"My Lord, they have launched nuclear missiles!"
The missiles traveled rapidly, at near Mach 3.7 speed. He looked interest as they smacked into the shields in front of the bridge, 12 meters from the surface. "Those were powerful nuclear weapons," Herro said in awe, "shields dropped down to 97%, more than what was expected."
"Return fire," Necrosis ordered, "low power, forward batteries. Disarm their shields, do not damage the hull."
The Sith Officer bowed and repeated the order. The forward Turbolaser cannons, 5 missing from their encounter with the Nordic and Yuuzhan Vong 40 days ago, took aim at the rapid craft, locking on with the new computers, and opened fire. Golden energy fire raced forward, and smashed into the shields of the alien ship, golden in color as well. Twelve bolts vanquished the shields, the rest missing. "Fire a missile in front of it, disable it."
"Aye, my Lord, removing locks from a missile."
A streak of smoke flared for a brief second, as a missile raced out from a launcher next to the bridge. The alien ship fired off more missiles, 4 more, as well a rapid firing projectile weapon. The shields actually felt damage, dropping .4% per hit, and hundreds were being fired at Mach 5 speed.
The ship did a summersault, evading some stray laser fire, but ran straight into the path of the missile. It detonated, covering the ship in a bright flash of energy. The ship swam through, on its side, floating. "Do you see our real power," he said, "we come with peaceful intentions – respond."
The man's voice came, softer than before. He coughed and there was a buzz of static. "Oh my god… Alright you can come – but leave your oversized ships out of our system and meet us in the White House – I'm sending you the coordinates right now."
A quick check confirmed this. It was impossible to miss the big White Building in such a large city. "Herro, you shall accompany me. Contact Knights Lucifer, Nero, and Tantalus, they shall also accompany me. Have a shuttle prepared with a cloaking device in ten minutes."
"By your word, my Lord," Herro said.
This was to be the first step in Galactic Conquest.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft, Isle of Ireland
Harry Potter, Boy-Who-Lived, vanquisher of You-Know-Who, Auror Captain, and what not, was bored. He was twenty three years old, and one of the most powerful wizards in world. He had defeated Voldemort a decade ago, and since then there weren't any threats to the world.
He yawned and reclined in his private ward in the vast castle school. This place was a home to him, a real home. He knew every nook and cranny, fought and bled, made friends and had fun here. It was also the site of the final site of the Second Wizarding War. But even with Voldemort gone, there had been a lot of Death Eaters who still were out there.
Under his wing, he had captured a dozen Death Eaters, saved a few families, took away the memories of a few Muggle's, and bought new Brooms, Thunderbolts, for the Department. He paid for them himself. He smiled. Pretty soon, the Wizarding World would be at peace at long last.
He closed his eyes, and began to sleep. "'Night Gin," he mumbled as he fell from reality….
And found him in a misty, dreary looking place. Instantly he pulled out his wand looked around. The place was unfamiliar, he knew that. The grass was short but the weeds were long, up to his knees. He heard a river gushing, and saw the ruins of some castle in the distance. His heart leapt into his throat. He hoped that wasn't Hogwarts.
"Hello, anyone there?" He shouted.
Nothing, not a sound, even the river became silent.
He shouted again, and got the same reply. He was about to shout for a third time when he saw something, a shadow in the distance, covered by faint fog, whisk away from him. "Hey, wait up!" Harry shouted, running. "I am Auror Captain Harry Potter; I am wiling to use Force to stop you!" He said warning. Most people stopped running when he shouted his name. But this one kept on running.
He brandished his wand and bellowed, "Stupefy!" The jet of magic erupted from the tip of his wand and sped forward. The spell went wild, a mile long. He fired off two more spells, casted a disarming spell, and finally yelled, "Reducto"
The spell was true. The figure flinched and the slowed down, enough for Harry to leap forward and tackle it. To his shock, surprise, fear, and what not, he suddenly felt his scar tingle. He yelped and went through the figure, which paused. He pressed his hand to his scar and looked up…
…. And straight into a pair of shockingly familiar red eyes, pale, skull like face, and malicious smile. "Harry Potter," Voldemort sneered as he pulled off his hood and took out an ebony wand from nowhere. "How long has it been since you killed me, sent me to this Limbo?"
"Silencio," Voldemort hissed.
Harry opened his mouth to speak as Voldemort cast the silencing charm. He then picked up his Brother Wand, and snapped it. "You want be needing that," he said with a smile as Harry looked at two shards of wood.
Unable to defend himself without his wand, he looked up at the ghost of the most feared Dark Lord ever. "Times are changing Potter," he said, "There are stronger wizards boy, do not forget theat. I am but the first wave, the first wave of many Dark Lords to come this era. The Dark Lord is coming, and the Emperor of Darkness is watching. Legions of servants are at their fingers, and the Dark Lord shall have a name to raise the dead. And now for revenge," he smiled at Harry, "CRUCIO!"
"AAAHHHHHH!"
Harry shouted as he woke up, sweaty. He looked around and grabbed his wand, relieved it was still there. He felt at his scar, and sighed in relief as there wasn't any pain. He wondered if that was a dream, or a vision. He hadn't felt his scar hurt since he killed Voldemort. He conjured a snake quickly.
"Speak," he said, hissing.
The snake looked at him, hissed back and began to slither away. He let out another sight of relief. He still couldn't speak to snakes, that was good. He cast the snake away and put his wand away.
The doors creaked open, swinging rather, and his wife ran in. "Harry, Harry, are you okay?" Ginny whispered concerned. "I heard you scream and I came as fast as I can."
"I'm okay Gin," he murmured. He kissed her lightly. "I just had a bad dream, that's all honey."
In his mind though, he wondered what Voldemort meant by 'first wave.' He also wondered who the 'Dark Lord' and 'Emperor of Darkness' was.
He decided he didn't want to ever know.