A/N: So, a lot of positive feedback, some not so much, but overall very nice. There were a few points I would like to address first, however.

Firstly: The Rachni

Due to their status as a hive-minded race, I like to think of each worker being a relay for the consciousness of a queen. Get enough relays together and you can project the conscious further and receive clearer. You'll see later that they don't need to kill all workers on a planet to remove the Rachni. As long as a queen isn't on the planet, there could be a couple hundred useless hunks who don't know what to do due to lack of orders.

Secondly: Midi-chlorians

I would then like to turn everyone's attention to Star Wars canon, where someone's Force potential can be linked to their midi-chlorian count. Now that doesn't mean that the Rachni automatically have ridiculously OP Force powers, just the ones with a high force potential. Remember, it's the amount of midi-chlorians per cell, not per person. However, I am giving all Rachni high midi-chlorian counts to make up for the small number of queens, since each worker is really just a part of the queen's body. However, it's only enough to make them Siths, not enough to make them powerful.

Also, to those who think that Revan should be "meaner." You forget that Revan was a player-controlled character in KOTOR. That means that this is my Revan. Basically, I'm taking my favorite parts of Jedi and Sith and putting them in one character. Besides, he has Sith and Jedi background, and was the only force user to gain complete control over both sides of the force. Therefore he has to have some Jedi qualities in himself.

Brian 1972: Yes, they are using old-style ships. There are two Interdictor-class cruisers used in Star Wars. The ones used by the Sith in the Old Sith Wars and the ones used by the Imperial Navy. These differ greatly, so I recommend you check them out.

Also, the way I see it, the only thing holding back science is resources. It takes a hell of a lot of resources to design, test, prototype, and build any starship. However, give those scientists a blank check and you can get warships decades ahead of their time. At least, that's my understanding. You'll also find that there will be a few problems with the fact that they designed a 19 kilometer ship with no prior experience.

You must also remember that the Forge was originally built by the Rakate, tens of thousands of years before Revan found it. The Forge must have some way of updating its blueprints over time.

Rc48177: Well, yes and no. On the one hand, they'd love to fight under a great warrior and leader. On the other, they'd get a huge kick out of fighting against such a person as well. Besides, I think that they'd have a better relationship with the Mandalorians than the Sith.

And no, before anyone asks, there will not be any force-sensitive Krogan. That would just be the epitome of OP.

PSG1JOHN: I don't quite understand where you're going with this review other than giving me well-known facts about the Imperial Era. However, I think you're wondering where the crew is coming from. Well here's my question: how the hell does the Star Forge protect itself once it runs out of people to crew its defense fleet? I'm taking a wild stab in the dark and saying automated ships coupled with droids programmed to man said ships. However, now that the Star Forge has access to the Rachni, we're going to see a lot of the defense fleet crewed by Rachni.

Thorndsword: See above A/N about the Rachni and midi-chlorian counts

Thorndsword (Guest): Because a good plan rarely survives contact with the enemy.

Nazi Sumbitch: About emotions being unsith-like: the Sith ARE emotions, which is part of why they clash with the Jedi. I believe that the Sith were made over-evil because that makes for an excellent villain: some people just want to watch the galaxy burn. I believe that in real life the Sith would just be normal people with superpowers. If people hated them, they'd hate back; if people loved them they'd love them back. It all depends on the person.

Ghostrid3r220: While a meaner Revan would be closer to historical Sith, that's not what I want to go for. Revan will be heading the greyer Sith, closer to my personal views of what the Sith should be. There will be a smaller minority of crueler Sith that we're used to later though. Also, Legends EU. The Sith are the Apex Race in this story, and their ships must be capable of containing their awesomeness.

And please remember what I said earlier in chapter 3, Revan is trying to coexist with the other species because any totalitarian rule will eventually crumble. And he does plan to rule the galaxy, he just doesn't want to be open about it. Like Palpatine before his Coup.

Star Iron: I would love for people to point out my mistakes! That's how I know what people are confused about and where I need to correct my mistakes. Speaking of mistakes:

SHOUT OUT to hornet07 who pointed out that I accidentally called the Salarian Union the Hierarchy. I had started writing that chapter and was using Turians when I realized: "oh wait, THERE ARE NO TURIANS YET YOU MORON!" So yeah I went back and fixed stuff but apparently missed that. If it was a larger, more obvious mistake I'd go back and fix it, but it's not so I won't.

Also, there's a Hierarchy down at the bottom for those interested. I'm going to be giving out titles and ranks here, so use that if you're curious.

ONWARDS TO SLAUGHTERING er, I mean, FRIENDING THE CITADEL!

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The Star Forge Effect

The shuttle carrying the single most important person in Sith space was a rather unimpressive thing. However, any who knew the Ebon Hawk would know not to underestimate it. The ship had served Revan well, and it was only fitting to begin his first true interaction with the new species on board his personal ship.

"I still think I would be the best person to go with you." Bastila complained over the comms system. "We should make more of an impression on these…" She searched for the right word, not too crude, not too nice. "others."

"And for the last time, Bastila." Revan replied, sitting in the co-pilots chair as one of the Sith Troopers ferried her emperor to the Citadel. "The Sith Priests on board need you to lead them in Battle Meditation in case things go wrong. Besides, I brought Scourge's squad as security. Do you really think sixteen Sith can't handle C-Sec?"

"I still don't like it." She grumbled. "It's not very Sith-like."

"Says the ex-Jedi."

"So are you!"

"With all due respect, Acolyte Shen," Scourge said over Revan's shoulder. "It is not the student's place to question the teacher." Revan grinned behind his mask, he could almost hear Bastila grinding her teeth.

"What do you say to Master Scourge, Bastila?"

"Yes," She gritted out.

"Yes what?"

"Sir, we appear to have lost connection with the Intimidator. Would you like me to attempt to reconnect?" The Warrior asked from the pilot's seat.

"No, that's alright." Revan said, the amusement clear in his voice. "It'll get sorted out later."

"My lord, why do you insist on your wife being your apprentice? Would it not be better to have someone you have no connection with so you do not feel pain when you must kill them for trying to murder you?" Scourge asked from the seat directly behind his Emperor.

"For the same reason I told the other Lords, Scourge. I wish to see her potential fully realized, and I don't think that will happen under any other. Besides, she doesn't have to kill me. It's only a tradition."

"You're hilarious, sir."

"Ebon Hawk, please move along the designated flight path to your assigned hangar or you will be fired upon."

"Hannah, would you care to explain why we're being threatened?" Scourge said, glaring at one of his Warriors.

"My apologies, Master Scourge, but Lord Revan ordered me to annoy them a bit on our way in." Hannah Shepard replied, glancing down at the navigational display. "They shouldn't be willing to shoot at us this close to the Citadel though, so we should be alright."

Scourged raised an eyebrow at Revan, who merely shrugged.

"The other Lords wanted me to just straight-up conquer them. I convinced them to rule from the shadows. We won't join them on the Citadel, but we should be enjoying some rather nice relations with them."

"Especially the blue ones!" Came a shout from the common area.

"You're hilarious, Tadius." Hannah called back, her voice laden with sarcasm.

"Aw, don't be like that, Hannah!" The now-named Tadius called back. "You'll always hold a special place in my heart!"

"And I'll remember you fondly after I gut you!" Hannah began to get up before she seemed to remember who was sitting right next to her. She turned slowly to look at the hidden visage of Lord Revan.

"No please, by all means," Revan said, even more amused than before. "Don't let me stop you. Should make for some decent entertainment." Hannah blushed a bright red before turning back to the controls and piloting the ship into the hangar given over to the diplomatic party. As soon as the ship was set down, she stood and all but fled to the common room for last-minute armor checks. Once she was gone, Scourge spoke.

"Revan, please stop scaring my troops."

"I can't help it." Revan said, standing and making his way out of the cockpit, Scourge right behind him. "It's too easy."

"Everything is ready, Revan. Now, let's get this show on the road." Mand'alor said as they entered. He stood in full armor in front of twenty Mandalorian warriors, all in full battle armor. Revan nodded, and the Mandalorians trooped down the ramp into full view of the Citadel. With speed and precision, they took up positions around the Hawk's perimeter, pushing back the more curious residents through sheer intimidation.

Following behind them were Canderous, Revan and Scourge, who were followed by Scourge's Sith Squad who fanned out behind them and stood at ease, their battle armor covered by their black robes in an effort to appear non-aggressive.

The delegation was quickly approached by a contingency of C-Sec officers led by four Council Guards, who marched shoulder to shoulder with their rifles resting on their shoulders. The C-Sec officers stopped a good twenty meters away, but the Council Guards came much closer. When they finally stopped, just a few feet away from Revan, they parted, making a hole between them for the Asari ambassador who had been hidden by her tall guards.

"Welcome aboard the Citadel, Ambassador, my name is Benezia." The Asari said, bowing to the delegation, and missing the twitch of Scourge's mouth at her error. "It is my honor to escort you to the Council Chambers, where the Councilors await your arrival." She waited for his nod before turning and leading the group towards the nearest elevator, which would take them to C-Sec HQ.

Half of Benezia's escort went with Revan, Scourge, and eight Siths on the first elevator, while Canderous and the rest waited for the next lift. The silence was terrifying for the young maiden who, unlike other Asari of her age, was doing work for the Council in hopes of one day becoming a Councilor herself. Unfortunately, that meant that she was closest to hand to greet the new race. She gulped.

"Is there anything you would like to ask, Ambassador?" She finally asked, if only to break the silence that flooded the small elevator.

"Only what your instructions were." He replied, amused at her continued use of the title of ambassador. There seemed to be some lack of communication between her and her higher ups. Benezia, however, assumed she had done something wrong. Maybe a forgotten greeting or such.

"The Council sent me to greet the Ambassador of the Sith Empire and his or her escort and escort them to the Council Chambers." She said, her mind racing for anything that she might have forgotten in her anxiety.

"I see." Revan said, growing even more amused at the discomfort of the woman before him. Finally, he decided to alleviate her concerns. "You've done nothing wrong, if that's why you're so anxious. I was merely curious as to why you were addressing me as ambassador."

Benezia, who had been feeling less nervous at the beginning of his sentence, felt her chest tighten again.

"I apologize for any slight I might have caused." She said, as the doors to the elevator opened and they emerged into C-Sec HQ, where a multitude of officers were waiting, standing at attention to greet the Sith delegation. "If you would prefer I use a different title, I would ask that you inform me of such a title."

"No, no, it's quite alright." Revan said, grinning behind his mask as he followed the escort across the open room to the next elevator. "I was merely curious."

"Thank you, sir."

The next elevator ride was as silent as the first, but less awkward now that the ice had been broken. After a few minutes, Revan began to grow annoyed again.

"How slow are your elevators?" He asked politely, expertly hiding his annoyance.

"I'm sorry?" Benezia asked, confused by the question.

"How long is this ride? It's a pet peeve of mine, standing still." He reiterated.

"Er, I'm not quite sure." She said, glancing around as if for inspiration. "The elevators have always gone this speed, and nobody has ever questioned it."

Though not entirely satisfied with her answer, Revan nodded once just as the door opened. He breathed a sigh of relief, only to be annoyed by the presence of another elevator not fifteen feet from the last.

"Apologies, Ambassador," Benezia said, "But this is the quickest way to the Tower without using a vehicle."

"Then why didn't we just take a vehicle?" He asked, growing more and more impatient.

"Because all vehicles on the Citadel can only fit up to five Asari, and we didn't know how large you would be." That might have raised an eyebrow had Revan not already known about the Elcor.

"Of course." was all he said.

Thankfully, this ride was only a minute or two before the doors opened and the group stepped out into the entrance hall of the Citadel Tower. The group stood in place and waited for the second half of the delegation, which appeared after five or six minutes. It was equally odd and amusing to see the obviously armed and armored C-Sec officers escorting the eight Sith warriors, unknowing of the danger they were dancing with in doing so.

"Now that your people are here, Ambassador, shall I take you to meet the Council?" Benezia asked, waiting on Revan's word.

"Of course," Revan said, "lead on."

The entourage walked across the hall and up the stairs to where the platform stretched out towards the Council.

"Councilors, it is good to see you again." Revan said, walking out on the platform before stopping at the very edge to look down. Disregarding the amazed looks that the Lord of the Sith Empire had come personally, Revan looked down at the sudden end of the platform.

"You know, you should put a railing here or something. Preferably before someone important falls off." Councilor Penezi raced to collect her thoughts, which were all of a sudden in disarray, before closing her mouth which had slightly opened at seeing Darth Revan.

"Welcome to the Citadel, Darth Revan." Penezi said formally.

"We are honored to have the Sith Emperor himself come to meet us." Tiwip said, examining every detail he could see of Revan now that he wasn't being shown through a hologram. He had the same mask and robe as before, and the mask was even more terrifying now that it wasn't being shown in all orange. Instead, the silver and red colors seemed to highlight the fear the mask induced.

"It is an honor to be here, Councilors." Revan said, playing the part of friendly envoy. "But please, just call me Revan. The Darth is for incredibly formal occasions, and I would hope that this is just a greeting between neighbors."

"Of course, Lord Revan, as you wish." Penezi said, much to the annoyance of Revan, who frowned behind his mask. "Now, as a sign of good faith we gave you information on our history and culture. Now I don't mean to be rude, but we are curious about your people's history."

"Oh, not much has happened really," Revan said, trying to move the conversation towards something more worthwhile. "Strove for knowledge, reached the stars, fought some wars, became united, and expanded to a few close systems. Now, I believe that we should talk about something more worthwhile, don't you?"

Penezi was taken aback by his obvious avoidance of the question, which only raised more questions than it answered.

"Lord Revan, I must insist. It would be best for relations if we had some copy of your species' history so that we might find some common ground."

Revan frowned. He had been hoping to avoid this topic. So of course it was the first thing that the Councilors brought up.

"Refusal to share information. Possible blemish on history. Genocide perhaps. Possible war with another species. Doesn't want to share in case we turn them away." Tiwip said, staring at Revan as though trying to see through his mask.

"I'm sorry?" Revan said, turning to stare at Tiwip. "What was that you said?"

"What Councilor Tiwip meant to say was that you might be in the middle of your own war, which you don't want to share in case it damaged relations." Penezi said hastily, trying to cover up her fellow's blunder.

"That was most certainly not what he meant." Revan said, turning his unseen glare on the Asari. "He insinuated that we're like barbarians, come to join civilization. I can assure you, councilor, that we are most certainly not barbarians." He growled, before taking a deep breath to calm himself. He continued, albeit in a more controlled manner, "I must also stress that the Sith Empire has no intention of joining your…" He searched for the right word, "collective. No matter the outcome of this meeting, we will be nothing more than neighbors. Friendly ones, I would hope, but neighbors nonetheless."

Penezi was shocked at his declaration, and rushed to fix the situation, but was unfortunately beaten to speak by her fellow councilor.

"High performance jamming technology and alternate form of FTL. Incompatibility between systems where yours is louder. You have no significant advantage. It would be best for your people if you joined the species of the Citadel. Otherwise-"

"Otherwise WHAT!?" Revan demanded, feeling the Force respond to his anger as objects around the Council Chambers began to shake. "You know nothing about my people." He seethed, his hand twitching towards his lightsaber, which moved ever so slightly closer. "About my Empire. The Sith have existed for millennia, and we will continue to exist long after this Citadel has turned to scrap. After your Council has fallen to pieces."

Various pieces of furniture, scarce as they were, along with objects scattered about the room began to slowly orbit around Revan. Scourge, who had been standing barely two meters behind Revan, retreated to the rest of the escort. This was the Lord of the Sith, whom he swore allegiance to. Not some pacifist, but a true Lord of the Dark Side. Canderous merely looked on. He had decided that whatever path Revan took, he would accept. That this path he was seeing unfold before him was closer to his personal choice was by no means the reason a smile was growing behind his mask.

The Council Guards, however, were not so amused. Instead, they began readying weapons which had been holstered or put at attention. Rifles and pistols and shotguns were pointed at Revan and his escort while more C-Sec troops were called into the hall.

"Please, Lord Revan," Penezi said, trying to calm the furious Emperor. She wouldn't admit it, but the biotic abilities he was displaying scared her. Not to mention the complete lack of any biotic aura. "The species of the Citadel want nothing more than peace-"

"PEACE IS A LIE!" Revan roared before chanting. "There is only passion. Through passion, I gain strength. Through strength, I gain power. Through power, I gain victory. Through victory, my chains are broken. The Force shall set me FREE!" He shouted as the furniture which had been orbiting him basted away, smashing into walls and against the reinforced glass behind the Councilors. The glass floor between Revan and the Council shattered, but didn't fall. Instead, it hung motionless in the air. Revan took a deep breath and sighed.

"I suppose I should thank you, councilors." He said, confusing the two. "I had thought that I had chosen the way that was best for my people, but you have reminded me of the basis of our Order. The Sith Empire will stand alone, and you will stand away from us or kneel before us. There is no other option." The glass shards rose like a wave and began to swirl around Revan, closer and faster than the furniture had.

"You will do no such thing!" Tiwip shouted. Anger, an emotion he had little experience with, began to course through his veins. It was strange, the anger was his, but it seemed too large to be completely his. But he would not recognize this until later, when his actions were irreversible and the damage done.

"You will not leave this station alive, and your people will join the Citadel under a more civilized race, such as mine!"

The glass exploded from Revan, all headed towards a single target. The small maelstrom of glass shredded the Salarian councilor's skin, and if not for his shields he likely would have died.

"I declare your life forfeit, Salarian, and until reparations are made, the Sith Empire will kill all Citadel species on sight!" Revan declared. "Consider this your final warning, council-"

Before he could finish speaking, a dozen Council Guards opened fire from the balconies while six more sprinted from the Council's room and dragged the councilors to safety.

Unfortunately for the guards on the balconies, they were facing Sith with projectile weapons. If they were energy, and there was only one Sith, they might have stood a chance, but as it was they were facing a Sith Lord, a Sith Master, and sixteen Sith Acolytes.

Every bullet that was fired missed, as though some invisible force was pushing them away from the Sith. Revan turned and fired a blast of Force Lightning from his fingertips at the guards on the left balcony, killing three. Scourge leapt from where he was next to Canderous to the top of the right-most balcony, where his lightsaber snapped to life and sliced through the nearest two guards. Canderous, by the time he brought his heavy repeater to bear, had nothing left to shoot. He glared at the Sith Acolytes.

"Aw hell," He said, turning and leading the way back down the stairs to the elevator, "I call dibs on the next guy that crosses our path. Damn Sith, fucking Force." He muttered.

"Scourge," Revan called as the group walked toward the elevator. "I don't suppose you'd like to explain why I felt so angry all of a sudden. I meditated before coming here, I should have been in complete control of my emotions." Scourge shook his head.

"I don't know, my lord." He replied honestly, "I will not deny that such a thought passed my mind, but I decided against it, knowing that you'd notice my presence in your mind."

"I should have, yes." Revan said thoughtfully as they all crowded in the elevator. "There's something wrong with this station. I don't know what it is, but it seems to be…"

"Angry." One Acolyte, Shepard as Revan remembered, spoke up. "It's angry, but it's muted, like it's asleep."

"You make it sound as though the station is alive." Another one spoke up.

"It is." Shepard, Revan, and Scourge all spoke at once.

Their chat was cut short, however, as the doors opened and the group charged out, throwing themselves on the C-Sec troops who had apparently been waiting for them.

All sound seemed to drain from the world as Revan immersed himself in the Force, becoming one with it, and allowing it to guide his movements as he danced through the C-Sec forces that swarmed the Presidium. He jumped and leapt and slashed in harmony with the other Sith. This was why he loved battle, he remembered. Why he so enjoyed the Mandalorian Wars, and the search for the Star Forge. This was the way a Sith should live: free and with his fellows.

They danced their way to the elevator and piled in. Revan, deciding that he no longer had to worry about breaking things, called to the Force and pushed down, forcing the elevator to go shooting downwards at easily three times its normal speed.

The elevator reached C-Sec HQ, and the Sith grew nervous, failing to sense any life forms beyond the doors. When they opened, Canderous shouted a joy-filled war cry and charged out, his heavy repeating blaster spitting out waves of energy, only to stop when no one returned fire.

"What the hell?" He asked, looking around at the deserted area. "Where are all the targets?" He demanded.

"Most likely being dispatched by your men." Scourge said, relaxing as he felt the battle being waged back at the hangar through the Force. It was just at the edge of his senses, so he really had to focus, but it was there. "Looks like we'll have an easy time of it."

"Well come on, then!" Canderous shouted, running to the opposing elevator. "The sooner we get there, the sooner we get to kill things!"

"Mandalorians." Scourge muttered.

Thankfully, the ride was short and the group arrived at the hangar bay just in time for Canderous to mow down the last three C-Sec who were taking cover behind crates with their backs to the elevators.

"So unsatisfying." He muttered as they jogged towards the Ebon Hawk where the Mandalorians waited behind temporary cover they had formed from nearby crates.

"Any casualties?" Canderous asked, glancing over his men.

"Not a one, sir." One of the soldiers, with yellow stripes on his shoulder, said. "I think Jenkins stubbed his toe, but that's about it, sir."

"And fuck you too, sir."

"Excellent," Revan declared as he strode up the ramp into the ship. "It's time for us to be getting back, then. Shepard, I believe you're the pilot."

"On it, sir." She said, following right behind him.

"What the hell is with all these 'sirs'?" Revan muttered to himself as he walked to the cockpit.

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Sith Hierarchy

Force Path: Force Sensitive - Adept - Devotee/Witch - Sith Acolyte - Sith Priest - Sith Master

Duelist Path: Force Sensitive - Apprentice - Assassin/Marauder - Sith Acolyte - Sith Warrior - Sith Master

The Force Path focuses on the use of the Force and utilizes higher-level force techniques.

The Dueler Path focuses on extended training of the lightsaber and usually has more unique lightsabers.

Sith Lords have earned the title of Darth and are given their Sith name. They have mastered both Paths of the dark-side and take on apprentices.

Sith Masters have mastered only one of the Paths and do not deserve the title of Darth. However, they are still a force to be reckoned with and take on apprentices.

Priests are high-level force users and can be found commanding Force Support Squads on starships.

Warriors are commanders of Sith Squads, which are comprised of Assassins and Marauders depending on the purpose of the squad.

Acolytes have achieved the ranks of Devotee or Witch AND Assassin or Marauder. They are capable of filling any position any of the lower ranks can fill, and are chosen by a Master or Lord to apprentice under. They then begin to specialize their path.

Devotees are more focused on supporting others with their Force powers.

Witches focus on attacking others with the Force.

Assassins are quieter, swifter lightsaber wielders focused on dueling styles.

Marauders are more focused on brawling styles for larger battles.

Adepts and Apprentices have completed their first few years at the Academy and have chosen their path to Mastery.

Force Sensitives have been found to be force-sensitive and are only just beginning their learning at the Academy.

Sith Squads are each led by a Sith Master who commands four Warriors or Priests who in turn lead three lower Siths of their choice.