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"Normal Speech"
"Thoughts"
"Mental Speech"
"Alien Language"
*Hologram speech*
-Writing-
"A thousand years ago, this world belonged to us. You are the intruders here." – Teneb Kel
Chapter 23 – Tellus
(36,431 TYA / 978 ARR / 1994 A.D.)
Earth
All over Earth, Sith Imperial troopers and Massassi warriors were stationed at major locations as the planet suffered a transition period. The heads of state and government of many countries across the world had been taken into Sith custody, and taken to the United Nations, and as the day passed, and while some spoke with each other, to the extent of their linguistic skills, many questions were within their minds. Some wondered why hadn't their own countries military responded to the invasion in properly, not knowing that their own governments had already been infiltrated by Sith Intelligence, and most security protocols had been deliberately sabotaged prior to the invasion.
Yet what the majority questioned themselves was what the alien invaders wanted with them, and how exactly they looked like. The troopers were dressed in black armour, together with a helmet covering their entire heads, while the Massassi warriors, who were visibly alien, with their red skin and tentacle-like appendages on their faces, were wearing mixture of a bronze-like armour and robe. On the shoulders was a strange circular symbol, that many of those present believed to be the symbol of the organization that these soldiers belonged to. But suddenly, the doors of the General Assembly opened, and something surprised every single one of those leaders.
A woman with black hair and dressed in white and red robes entered the Assembly room, escorted by a small squad of Imperial troopers. As she got closer to them, most noticed the glowing yellow eyes of the woman. She looked at them, as a predator looks at its prey.
"Who serves as your…spokesman?" she asked.
The shock of the fact that the woman looked human was replaced by the shock of her speaking English. Although the Prime Minister of Great Britain and the Queen noticed that the woman spoke with what resembled a heavy welsh accent. However, most looked towards a man who nervously stepped forward.
"That would be me." he said "I am Boutros Ghali, the Secretary-General of the United Nations."
"I am Darth Lachris, Lord of the Sith and member of the Sphere of Defence of the Empire. By the orders of the Emperor, I was selected to become the Governor of this world. However, the Emperor had allowed the continuous existence of your governments, but under Imperial supervision."
"Y-You mean you are not the leader this force?"
"Technically, I am. However, the Empire is ruled by Darth Revan, our Emperor and Dark Lord of the Sith. Under his rule, the Sith have lived for a Golden Age that has lasted for millennia since he ascended to the throne. Under him, the Dark Council runs the day-to-day operations of the Empire, but they are not concerned with the Emperor's personal ambitions."
"Let me make it clear however, that the Empire will extinguish any attempt at rebellion painfully. And if you even find a way to actually threaten us, well will turn this planet into dust in mere minutes." she said "You are also to be informed that we have taken an interest in the ruins of the place you call Egypt. He has knowledge that you have removed several objects from the tombs, and therefore we shall take them into custody, while others shall be returned to their rightful places."
And with that, the Sith Lord turned around, and left the chamber, leaving behind her a group of people who were extremely unsure and somewhat curious with the current situation while wondering why Darth Lachris had referred to herself as a Lord of the Sith, and not as a Lady of the Sith.
Hogwarts School, Scotland (U.K.)
The Dark Lord of the Sith ignored many of the looks he was getting, and as he headed towards the Great Hall, he ordered the guard to secure the Ebon Hawk, as he wanted it to be kept away from prying eyes and hands. Once inside, Revan noticed that Dumbledore was no longer there, but he decided to ignore the absence of the former wizard. Behind him, Daphne removed a gauntlet from her robes, and handed it to the Sith master, and he examined it slowly.
The gauntlet's design was very similar to the one of those used by the ancient Sith Lords of the old empire, and that was later adopted by Exar Kun's Sith Order. Unlike those however, the one that the acolyte had created lacked the crystal that normally stood on the dorsal area of those types of gauntlet.
"I find it interesting that you chose to use this design for your pet project, my acolyte." said Revan "I presume that you are aware that most things that are designed by the Sith have as one of their functions the amplification of power. The tombs in Korriban, warswords, the armours, and even objects such as these call upon the power of the dark side, and the excess energy that they produce is expelled back into the infinite reservoir of Force energy."
The acolytes, Daniel, those who were in the Great Hall listened to the words of the Sith Lord. But as his eyes suddenly became purple, and a purple and red aura appeared around his empty hand, most took a step back, in fear of what the Sith Lord was about to do.
"Hadzuska tsamria, rirmi iw naktis, kirazi iw zûtadijsatsa! Zo rirtsa iw midwan, zami tutsatsa!"
The Sith magic engulfed the gauntlet in what resembled purple and red strings. For a few moments, it seemed as if nothing had happened, and as the dark power faded from view, most wondered what Revan had just done.
"My Lord?" questioned Daphne.
"One of countless Sith incantations, created to empower artefacts before finishing them." he answered "It may seem rather basic, but it is not. One needs to have a vast control and knowledge of the Force before even thinking of tampering with such advanced Sith sorcery."
The Dark Lord handed the gauntlet back to Daphne. Upon touching it, the acolyte felt a surge of power flowing through her. It was…intoxicating. And yet it lacked something.
"I sense that you wish to ask me something." said the Sith Lord.
"Uhm, yes my Lord." she said in Basic "From my research, I believe that a way of completing these gauntlets is by adding a lightsaber crystal to the dorsal area. Knowing how a wand works, then a crystal would be able to produce a similar effect, but without the negative effects of the wand."
"I see. Indeed, a lightsaber crystal would be an appropriate…power source for the gauntlet. But be mindful that normal lightsaber crystals, both natural and synthetic, are not capable of enduring and storing a very large amount of Force energy for a very long time. But if it is your favoured choice, then I have a few crystals in the Ebon Hawk that can be used for this experiment."
Daphne's eyes shined with glee.
But as Revan turned around to head towards the Training Grounds, he saw as the doors of the Great Hall opened, and a few adult wizards entered. He had seen some of them when he had visited the ministry, and from a small research he discovered that they were the "police force" of the British Wizarding World, the so called Aurors. Immediately, the two remaining Imperial Guards ignited their lightsaber pikes, and adopted a battle stance. From the corner of his eye, Revan noticed that his apprentice had summoned his lightsaber with the Force, while the three acolytes had grabbed their own training lightsabers and ignited them. The Dark Lord however, remained as he was.
Most students stepped away from the group of aurors and the from the group of Sith, eying the confrontation silently. It was then that one of the aurors stepped forward, and pointed his wand at the Sith Lord.
"Harry James Potter, you are under arrest for assault against Albus Dumbledore." said the auror, before he was silenced by a woman next to him.
"Do I have to remind you who held the highest rank here Dawlish?" she asked.
"No ma'am." he answered in a near murmur.
"Good." she said before looking towards the Sith Lord, and those that stood around him with the intent of protecting him against any threat "I suppose you are Harry James Potter?"
"Your belief is correct Madam Bones." he replied "And from what your subordinate has revealed, you are here to…arrest me?"
"In all honesty I came here because I wanted to know the cause of having Albus Dumbledore crawling out of a floo connection and telling us that he had been attacked by you, before conveniently taking the time to describe you and offering the one that captured you a lifetime supply of lemon drops."
Revan's eyes widened in surprise.
"He…he actually did that?"
"He did."
Revan resisted the urge to facepalm himself. It seemed that the effects of old age on the old man were starting to speed up. This was proving to be…interesting.
"I assume that by your actions, or lack of them, that you are not a blind follower of Albus Dumbledore." he said.
"I have no reasons to be loyal to the old man. He may be a powerful wizard, but other than that…I see no reason to support him."
"Even so, while I may have assaulted Dumbledore, I was in my rights to do so."
"Explain." said Madam Bones.
"Dumbledore attempted to cast a spell at me. I defended myself, and proceeded to render him…powerless."
"Powerless?" asked Amelia, confused.
"He permanently severed Dumbledore's ability to use magic." answered Daphne.
Amelia eyes widened slightly and the woman gaped, trying to speak, but unable to pronounce any words.
"It doesn't matter what you attempt to do here anyway." said the Sith Emperor "This world is once again under the rule of the Sith. My rule."
"What?" asked Bones confused.
"Go and take a look outside Madam Bones. If you look at the sky, then I believe that you will be most enlightened."
Amelia Bones and the auror team glanced at the doors to the Entrance Courtyard, and decided to see what the seemingly young Potter wanted them to see. Upon leaving the Entrance Hall, the group of aurors didn't even need to look at the sky, as they saw a small group of ships on the horizon.
"Wha…What…What are those things?" asked one of the aurors.
Revan, who had followed them, chuckled darkly.
"Space ships. And at this very moment, across this planet there are dozens of these, alongside countless Imperial troopers, taking control of this world, putting it under my control."
Amelia looked towards the Sith Lord, her face showing shock and disbelief.
"How? How can this even be possible?" she asked "Who are you?"
"Harrison James Potter, also known as Harrison Thul. Heir of Tulak Hord and Dark Lord of the Sith." he answered, allowing his body to show some of his corruption, his skin becoming pale with cracks and his eyes glowing with a golden colour.
"I am your Emperor."
Sith Citadel, Ziost
Within the depths of the ancient fortress, where no common citizen of the Empire or any other Sith, excluding those that have been favoured by the Emperor himself, have been allowed entrance, a woman awakes from her thousand year deep slumber. Grey eyes slowly open to the galaxy, followed by a small headache. Rising from the bed-like structure, the awoken Sith Lord examined her surroundings, before trying to get on her feet.
"It worked…" she thought "It actually worked…"
As she supported herself on her feet, the awoken Sith felt somewhat dizzy, deciding to sit on the "bed".
"Must be the hibernation side-effects."
But then a single thought came to her mind.
"Vaner!" she whispered in an alarmed way, reminding herself of her son.
Looking around the room, Bastila Shan attempted to locate her only child, and moments later, her eyes fell on a figure lying on a bed similar to the one where she had been moments before. Forgetting and ignoring the headache, the Sith Lord and Empress quickly walked towards the sleeping form of her child. She looked at him, his features unchanged by the passage of time. The young teenager shared with his mother the dark brown hair, and while his eyes were closed, they held the brown colour that once belonged to his great-grandmother, Dorea Potter. It had been one of the many things that Bastila had found strange on the features of her son, as she had expected him to inherited either her grey eyes, or Revan's green ones. The boy's skin was of a natural pale, sometimes creating a confusion between illness and healthiness for those that looked at him.
Moving towards a reflective surface, Bastila examined her appearance. Like with Vaner, she had not changed at all since entering stasis. Her long brown hair was still tied in a strange and overly complex hairstyle with a ponytail, and she was still wearing the modified version of her former Jedi robes, now with a darker colour, reflecting her alignment. Speaking of alignment, of the many thoughts in Bastila's head, there was one that dwarfed the others.
"Where's Revan?"