answers to reveiwers questions or statements:

rmarcano321: Favorite ability would probaly have to be a Force Storm.

Guest: Snoke won't be appearing in this story.

Bladewolf101: No, Peter was born a few years befor ehte Great Galactic War, almost 300 years after Revan became a Sith. As for the Shan family like Satele and Theron, yes, he's met them.

gunman: I wouldn't say she's a jaded assassin, more of a violent and dark vigilante with a slightly warped sense of justice. To be fair, Bail and others want a government that prefers to use diplomacy and hold elections and what not rather than a singular ruled government that will destroy entire worlds to keep others in line, though if you go through the Republic's history in Legends, they weren't much better. I have plans to introduce a few more X-Men characters, some on the Empire's side, some on the Rebellion's and some that can care less for either. Peter isn't too bad compared to some other Sith Lords in the Galaxy's history but he's not the nicest either, if anything he sort of falls in the middle, but he's had his moments. As for Sidious and Vader fitting into any plans Peter may develop later on, Vader he can use, it's Sidious that will have to go... and the former Chancellor wont make it easy.

Mr Holocene: Peter will consider themselves friends, Vader will see Peter as a useful annoyance.

Guest: No, Jedi and Sith are not the same, their beliefs, philosophies, their motives, are vastly different to the point that they hate each other with religious zealotry. If you actually researched the two, you would have known that. No, drawing on the light side of the Force does not change a person's appearance or very nature like the Dark side does, again if you actually researched it. He's not slower, he's just fighting people that can actually keep up with him. He drew upon the Force to provide him more energy, and he's a master of the Dark side and just because he was somewhat exhausted from his struggle with Peter doesn't mean he was about to peel over and lose consciousness.

chimera629: No, the Jedi are not damaged from using the Force because that's not how the Light side works. He's not slower, he's just fighting people that can actually keep up with him. Just because he was somewhat exhausted from his brief struggle with Peyer doesn't mean he was on the verge of collapse, once more as a Force user he can draw upon the Force, in this case the Dark side, to sustain him and provide energy for hours on end, Yoda did something similar until he felt Luke was trained enough and finally passed on into the Force. Yeah, in legends, a lot of people willingly served the Empire. You can't forcibly take control over a galaxy sized government and maintain such control for several decades unless many people were willing to live and serve under it. Legends is filled with people joining the Empire because they believed in it bringing order to the Galaxy after the Clone Wars.

Disclaimer: I don't own any Marvel and Star Wars characters seen, mentioned or used.


When Peter began to dismantle his new upgraded armor he expected to find a multitude of counter measures to either bring him to heel or kill him outright if it came down to it. In the half hour since he began, Peter has found over a dozen nanobombs in the chest piece of his suit alone and over nine in his helmet, three for each eye lens, two at his temples and one near the mouth that seemed a bit weaker than the rest. Instead of killing him outright, it'd at worse blow his jaw clean off and leave him unable to speak again without restoring to a prosthetic jaw.

Peter thought that one was Vader's doing for some odd reason.

'Heh, guess I'm growing on him already' Peter thought before he heard and sensed the door to his apartment open.

His good humor died like a flame in water.

Peter stood up from his desk and quickly walked towards his room's door and used the Force to open it with more force than necessary to glare at whoever intruded while mentally remining himself to speak with the guards that he specifically ordered to allow no one into his rooms.

"In case the guards outside didn't make it clear, I'm not taking any guests-"

"Well as host of the residence you find yourself in, I say you are, boy" Sidious interrupted with a chuckle as he stood in the middle of Peter's living room with two of his Royal Guard station at the door, silent, still.

Peter frowned at the elder man "Lord Sidious, to what do I owe such an 'honor'? It must be great to pull you away from the governing of your Empire..."

'That you've modeled after my Emperor's own you unoriginal pile of Bantha piss' Peter thought with annoyance towards the smirking Sith Lord.

Sidious grinned at Peter, as if he heard his thoughts, which given his mastery of the Force, Peter was willing to wager he possibly could "I heard of your incident with my Hand, Mara Jade..."

"What about it?" Peter asked with a quirked brow before a look of mock understanding crossed his face and he nodded "Oh I see. You came here to reprimand me and order me to place nice with the little Acolyte hopeful?"

"Far from it" Sidious said with a wave of his hand "In fact, I'm more curious as to what you think of her"

"What do you mean?" Peter asked, confused.

"If she'd make a appropriate Sith one d-" Sidious began before Peter held his hand up and stopped him cold.

"No, she won't, not as she is now and is being taught"

The Emperor stopped and stared at Peter with a blank expression under his hood, his mood unreadable as he waited for Peter to continue.

"She's reckless, undisciplined and seems to have a poor understanding of how the Sith draw upon the Dark side and utilize it to it's absolute limits and beyond" Peter said as he mentally ran over what he's seen and sensed from the young red head "I've met freshly minted students straight out of the Academies on both Dromund Kaas and Korribian that would make her look like a ideal Jedi in comparison... both of which, I've met in the past"

"Indeed..." Sidious said with a chuckle as he turned and approached the large window that took an entire side of Peter's living space "Perhaps she could use a bit of re-education. And perhaps better insight and explanation on-"

"No" Peter said with a shake of his head, causing Sidious's own to snap towards him, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"No...?" the Sith Lord repeated in a low voice.

"I'm not gonna teach her" Peter said as he folded his arms across his chest and leveled a dark glare at the old man before him "Partly because I'm not a Darth or even a full fledged Sith Lord yet, only they may take any sort of student or apprentice and just because the Sith of this era have grown lax doesn't mean I will too. And even if I wanted to teach her, she's your Sith hopeful, you teach her. Or have Vader do it, I'm sure his near seven foot tall asthmatic butt can squeeze in training an apprentice when he's not wandering around the Galaxy like some rabid Terentatek looking for Jedi to butcher"

Sidious chuckled at this "A most astute and accurate description of Lord Vader, young Peter"

"Glad someone thinks so" Peter said with a snort as he saw Sidious go back to looking out his window, one spot in particular drawing his attention.

"Tell me my boy, did you ever visit, or at the very least, lay eyes upon the Jedi temple in your time?"

"Once..." Peter said as he followed Sidious's gaze to the distant shape of the Jedi temple "I was part of the strike force led by Darth Malgus to attack it"

"And how as it?" the Sith Lord asked as he turned his eyes to Peter again "To slaughter so many Jedi with your own hands? To watch them burn? To burn their very temple to the ground while the Sith bombed Curoscant to the ground?"

Peter's eyes narrowed at the Sith Lord as memories of the sacking of Curoscant began to slowly creep their way back into Peter's mind before he quickly closed them off "Started off fine... ended off badly"

"Oh?" Sidious said with interest "In what ways?"

"Your the self proclaimed Master of the Sith of this era, figure it out" Peter snapped, causing the Emperor to chuckle.

"I believe I shall..." Sidious said as he turned and began to make his way to the door "And perhaps you'll visit the Temple? See if it's changed much since your day. I'll let the Grand Inquisitor know you may be by at some point"

"How thoughtful of you, 'my lord'" Peter said with a slight bow.

Sidious paused at Peter's remark and glanced back at him briefly with anger in his eyes before he clamed himself and silently left the room with his guards. Peter snorted at this while he returned to his own room.

"Well... at least he's somewhat competent at keeping his emotions in check. He would have gone far in the Empire" Peter said as he used the Force to call over his armor and Lightsabers and began to attach them to hid body.

Perhaps he will give the rebuilt and now long abandoned temple a look, if nothing else, to cure his boredom... after he had a nice long 'talk' with the guards he instructed to keep people out of his room.

Emperor be dammed.

...

"Are we there yet?"

"No, my lord"

"How about now?"

"No, my lor-"

"Now?"

"N-No-"

"Are we there now?"

"No my-"

"What about now? Are we there now?"

"N-"

"It's a simple yes or no question trooper, are we there now- oh look we're there!" Peter beamed as he watched and felt the Lambda-class T-4a shuttle begin it's descent before the long stair case that led up to the Jedi temple.

Without waiting for the pilot, who Peter sensed to be relieved that they finally arrived, he hit the switch to open the hatch and leapt out of the shuttle when it was still a good six meters off the ground and landed in a crouch. His hood and Kama fluttering from a combination of the wind and the engines of the descending shuttle behind him. Peter stood up and gazed up at the stair case and nodded as he adjusted his hood and glanced back at the cockpit of the shuttle and opened a line to the pilot with his suit's commlink.

"Keep the shuttle running Ensign, shouldn't be too long"

"Yes my lord..." the pilot said in a resigned tone.

Peter smirked underneath his helmet as he spoke "careful pilot, one would think you sound almost reluctant to obey my orders..."

Even though the man's face was covered by the black helmet of an Imperial pilot, Peter knew the man's face went a few shades paler and his voice dropped to a ow fearful whisper.

"I-, s-sorry my lord... it wont happen again" he stuttered out.

"We shall see, pilot" Peter said with a hum as he turned and began to climb the stairs to what was once the home of the Sith's greatest enemy.

Peter often wondered why the Jedi had such a long stair case to their temple. It coudlnt be to intimidate people, the Jedi were too merciful and spineless to think of doing such a thing and it couldn't be some sort of defense against a would be invader or attacker. The Jedi's arrogance and belief that nothing could touch them at the heart of their precious Republic seemed to surpass even the Sith in some cases.

'Maybe they just like long stair cases, some sort of calming and tranquil thing. Should have asked Satele for clarification... then again, she might have responded with something along the lines of not being able to understand cause I'm 'blinded' by the Dark side' Peter thought with amusement as he climbed the stairs at a slow pace. He reached out into the Force towards the temple, half expecting to feel the sickening warmth and glow of the Light side of the Force that he sensed within the temple several thousand years earlier when he last visited it, but found it to be cold, and dark.

"Oh if only Satele could see how far her Order's temple had fallen..." Peter said as he looked up at the Jedi Temple, it looked almost exactly, if not out right exactly like the temple the Jedi of his era used. A frown formed under his helmet at this before he begun his climb up the steps.

'Really, they couldn't bother changing it up a little? At least when they moved to Tython after the war, Satele gave their new temple a new more humble looking look' Peter thought as he reached out into the Force to see how many people were in the temple.

He was assured that only a small skeleton crew of security personnel and a few 'Inquisitors' inhabited the Temple, but he wanted to be sure. Aside from a few dozen signatures, several of them belonging to Force-Sensitives, the Temple was indeed largely abandoned. Seeing that none of them were close by, Peter continued on into the temple and began to examine the faint damage that was left over after Sidious and Vader had taken over. He saw plenty of signs of blaster fire, thermal detonators going off and even scorch marks from both Lightsabers and flamethrowers. The Jedi it seemed, did not go quietly into the night...

"Heh, some things never change I suppose" Peter said to himself as he pulled his hood off and stared up at the faded and damaged images of the four Jedi masters who founded the temple so long ago before he went ahead towards the main staircase inside.

Faint memories of the last time he was in this temple, with over fifty Sith warriors under the command of Malgus and Adraas begun to drift through his mind. Echoes of screaming, of dozens of Lightsabers clashing, of fire, blaster bolts, stone breaking, fires burning and just noise, noise everywhere. Peter was one of only twenty that survived, thanks in part to his training and the rituals performed and overseen by his God Emperor. Peter came to a stop in the middle of the massive chamber and slowly looked around as the environment changed ever so slightly as his mind wandered back to what he would arguably say was the peak of his time in the war...

...

With a growl of annoyance, Peter ripped his blade from the Jedi that laid dead at his feet, the light draining from their eye and their Force signature right behind it. Fires burned all around him and the twenty other Sith left standing. Some was everywhere and Peter knew that if he didn't have his helmet filter it out, he'd be coughing up a lung by now. He quickly looked around and did a head count of who was still standing. Most of the Sith, Peter included, weren't Darths and most of them that made up the strike force were just barely a year out of the Academies on either Dromund Kaas or Korriban. Aside from Peter, Darth Malgus and Darth Adraas, only two other Sith were actual veterans of the soon to be ended war...

'Speaking of veterans...' Peter thought as he picked out one Sith in the group that remained standing, the shape of their body signaling them out as a woman, the only woman in the strike force.

Peter sent a small pulse through their Force bond towards her and waited for a response. She glanced briefly at him and even though her face was covered, he knew her eyes had reverted from yellow back to the emerald green that Peter treasured more than anything else in the Empire, in the entire Galaxy. Peter nodded at her and watched as she did the same before she returned to conversing with one of the newly promoted acolytes beside her, likely advising him to forget what he may have sensed or saw if he wished to see home again all the while she mentally began to seize various Jedi Lightsabers and discreetly pull them to hear so she could extract their Kyber crystals.

'I swear, her lust for power is only surpassed by her lust for such treasure valuables. At this rate, I'm half expecting to hear the various museums of the Republic call to say their most valuable artifacts and jewels have been stolen' Peter thought with bemusement as he wandered over towards Malgus and caught the elder man's attention as he helped his Twi'lek slave to her shaky feet "What are we going to do about the Temple?"

Malgus turned his attention from the female in his arms and addressed Peter in a curt tone as he began to gently maneuver the Twi'lek towards the Temple's destroyed entrance "Destroy it... this temple shall be the Jedi's tomb"

"As you wish..." Peter said as he watched Malgus escort the Twi'lek, Eleena he believes her name was, away with the care that seemed... loving.

'Careful Malgus, consorting with a non-human is all he'll need to bring you down' Peter thought as he noticed Adraas watching the pair as well.

The Sith assassin quickly turned to the rest of the surviving Sith and gave them orders to start setting up the charges while he and a few others went through the bodies to recover their fallen, wounded and make sure what Jedi and Republic troopers lived joined their brothers and sisters in arms in the afterlife. Once the charges were set and the wounded were accounted for, along with the dead, Malgus had the survivors of the Strike Force gather before the entrance of the temple, all the while Curoscant came under attack by Darth Angral's arriving Sith armada.

"Such a shame that Malgus wants to destroy this place..." a woman's muffled voice spoke up beside Peter.

The young Sith turned towards the fully armored and clothed female Sith next to him with a raised brow under his helmet as he and the rest took cover behind Malgus while he prepared to set off the charges that would level the temple and the Jedi dead, dying and trapped within.

"How so?" he asked with a hidden grin under his helmet.

The Sith turned towards him and spoke with a tinge of amusement in her voice as the bombs went off, almost drowning out her response "I was hoping to turn the Grandmaster of the Order's room into my own personal closet and their council chambers into my own vaults"

...

Peter withdrew himself from the memory and continued farther into the temple, curious to see the famed Room of a Thousand Fountains room he heard so much about during he Great War but never had a chance to see before the original temple's destruction. He passed more evidence of the Jedi's fall, more blaster marks and deep gouges from Lightsabers and even a number of skeletons, still garbed in the tattered remains of the Jedi's infamous robes.

'Well, at least I see where Sidious stands on treatment of Jedi corpses' Peter thought with amusement as he stepped over the skeleton of what was once a Jedi Iktotchi and into what was once the great Jedi Archives.

Peter stopped at the entrance and slowly removed his helmet and placed it in the crook of his arm as he stared at the long dark Holobook shelves, some knocked over and riddled with small blaster fire marks. It appeared that some of the most intensive of fighting took place within this library. Peter was almost saddened he missed such a thing, perhaps he could find the recordings at a later point. Peter continued deeper into the halls, passing more skeletons, more destroyed Holobook shelves and terminals before he came to a stop at the very center of the archives, the Rotunda.

More bodies littered the area and even a few craters from what Peter could only assume were the cause of either thermal detonators or rockets.

"Who the hell would shoot off a rocket in the middle of a kriffin library?" Peter said with a raised brow as he examined the damage.

"A very overzealous Clone, perhaps?"

Peter turned, drew and activated his Lightsaber and aimed it at the throat of the person that snuck up behind him in one fluid motion.

X-23 quirked a brow under her cowl "Did I startle you?"

Peter eyed her for a moment, his blade still at her throat before he lowered it "A little. Not many people, Sith, Jedi, whatever, can sneak up on me"

"I've had years of practice doing both" Laura said in a indifferent tone as she examined the abandoned library "What brings you here?"

"Curiosity and boredom, you?" Peter replied.

"I live here" was the woman's dry response.

"Really?" Peter said with a look of amusement "You live in a temple that's more a tomb for a bunch of Jedi?"

"It's either here or the Palace while my master is away" Laura said with a shrug.

"What's wrong with the Palace?" Peter asked.

"You live there, you tell me"

"...Fair enough" Peter said after a few seconds of silence.

The two said nothing as they eyed one another, Peter trying to see what exactly it was he was dealing, because he could sense that this was no ordinary woman, while Laura mentally cataloged his movements, looking for signs of possible aggression.

"So, you mentioned a master" Peter said as he cleared his throat and adjusted the grip on his helmet "And I'm pretty sure I briefly heard your voice before I lost consciousness back on Dromund Kaas, so that would mean you-"

"Serve Lord Vader? Yes, I do..." Laura said with her eyes narrowing behind her cowl's lenses and her voice gaining a slight edge to it "What's it matter to you, Sith?"

"Just curious is all" Peter said with a shrug.

"Hmm..." Laura hummed as Peter turned and approached the destroyed Rotunda and pressed a few buttons to see if any terminals would work.

He doubted it, but he needed something to distract him from the awkward tension in the air.

"So tell me..." Peter said as he turned towards Laura with an expectant gaze on his face.

"Laura"

"Laura" Peter said with a nod before he returned to trying to access the terminal "How does one such as yourself come into the service of such a powerful Sith Lord like Vader?"

"He appreciated and valued my skills" Laura said as she watched Peter try and fail to get the terminal online.

"What kind of skills?" Peter asked with a smirk thrown towards the young dark beauty.

"The kind that sees to the death of Jedi with extreme prejudice" Laura said with a slight growl in her voice and the very tips of her Phrik claws emerged from between her fingers.

Peter gave her a sheepish grin, sensing the rage within the young woman and a slight whisper from the Force warning him to stop "Of course..."

Laura grunted as she folded her arms across her chest "Will you be staying or heading back tot he palace?"

"And here I was starting to enjoy your company Laura" Peter teased with a grin as he looked around the archives "But if this is what the rest of the Temple looks like-"

"It is" Laura interrupted.

"-Then I guess I'll head back and torment Mara for a while" Peter said with a laugh "I wanna see how much I can piss her off again"

"And here I thought yo had refined tastes" Laura commented dryly.

"Aww what's wrong, jealous that I'll be giving her my attention?"

"On the contrary, I hope you kill one another and rid the Galaxy of both your presences" Laura said as she turned to leave.

"Yeesh, way to make a guy feel loved" Peter said as he watched Laura make her way down the second hall of the archives.

"Love I find, is overrated... and useless" Laura replied as Peter placed his helmet back on and watched the young woman disappear behind a Holobook case, her presence in the Force oddly muffled and almost hidden.

'I can see why Vader keeps her' Peter thought with a grin under his helmet as he began to make his way towards the Temple exit 'Odd, she reminds me of someone I used to know... maybe their related'

Though given his late friend's love life and the apparent need to sleep with powerful, damaged red heads, Peter wouldn't be too surprised if a bit of his lineage made it this far.

'I wonder if she drinks or has cheap tastes in bag cigars from the Outer Rim' Peter thought with a snort as he began to descend the Stair case to the shuttle at the very bottom, fully aware that he was being watched by someone on one of the upper balconies.

They were Force Sensitive and deeply immersed in the Dark Side, but what really caught Peter's attention was just how powerful they were. No where near Vader or Sidious's level, not even his own, but they were definitely above the likes of Mara Jade and the rest of the 'Inquisitors'. Peter stopped and spared a glance at the temple, pretending to take it in while he had his helmet zoom in on the location he sensed the powerful Dark sider. For a brief moment he made out a young woman, barely out of her teens with fair skin, red hair and green eyes before they quickly vanished into the temple.

Peter hummed at this 'Curious...'

He then turned and resumed his trek back down the stair case.

...


And done.

Next chapter, Elektra finds her services being contested over by both Rebel and Imperials alike...