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Chapter 2: The One Ring Remastered
"I hold the patience of stone and the will of stars. Your striving is insignificant. Let your death be the same." - Sith Emperor Vitiate.
(Many Years Later)
(Que Isengard Theme)
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Within a mountain of earth and flame upon a planet of eternal shadow and flame. Rivers of the world's molten blood flowed throughout the lands, and the air was suffused in smoke and darkness. Not just any darkness either made by the clouds of ash that hid away the sky, but the planet itself was cursed to be a nexus of the Dark Side of the Force. Those are the few ways to describe the planet known as Mustafar. A world that was a literal place of hell, and its conditions were so extreme that it made colonization too costly and was issued as a minor mining planet. No one in the galaxy would find this place at all to their liking unless one were insane or of other eldritch mindsets.
However, most don't know the planet's more mystical significance in the galaxy as a whole. Mustafar is one of the rare few planets that are a nexus to the Force. Specifically, the very skies and blood of the world are drenched in the Dark Side. And this day, the fires of Mustafar were put to their true potential upon the mountain where dark clouds heavy in the Dark Side swirled around like water to a drain. The audible clap of metal upon metal could be heard above the cracks of the bleeding earth and the boom of thunder. With every clap of a hammer striking down produced a miniature white star caused by the sheer being struck, and every ring of this hammer made the Force surrounding grow more into a storm.
In the mountain, there was no advanced complex built into it with generators to hold back the unstable tetonic shifts. In fact, the only structure was a previously built dock for a single ship of medium size. There was no eauipment to stop magma flow from consuming the structure of durasteel, but it seemed a more mystical force was keeping the dangers at bay. Possibly due to the myriad of runes carved onto the circumference of thrdock itself, glowing an ethereal red. From the dock was a path shaped from the rock with only meager addition of metal stairs zigzagging up the mountain all leading to a doorway framed in black metal made through Force Alchemy. One could describe the it as the open doors to hell and a perch extended forth into the furnace that was Mustafar's largest volcano.
Upon a perch only fifty or so meters from the burning blood of Mustafar below was the epicenter of the gathering fires and shadow forced under a singular will. There the source of the hammered impacts was not from some high-tech industrial of the modern day. It was simply a Ringmaker striking a hammer upon his art sitting on an anvil. A craft so old and primitive that it can be considered alien in nature.
To the artisan himself, Sauron was in his element. Unlike anyone else who would die upon heat stroke in these harsh temperatures within a volcano of Mustafar, he thrived in the raging fires of the world. Wreathed in utter black that sucked in the light around him, the Dark Side answered his unrivaled passion to complete the weapon to further his ambitions. Yet, Sauron pulled on more than offered of the cosmic power into the pitch black hammer etched in silver runes of Black Speech as he raised it into the air to strike the ebony anvil below. So much was taken that the Force was screaming into protest, but such things meant nothing to the fallen order. All that mattered was to complete this One Ring.
BANG!
"Ash nazg u durb ul uluk."
One Ring to rule them all.
With the incantation of the Black Speech adapted to the language of the ancient Sith, the hammer crashed down with the wrath of a war god. All focused on the single ring made of metal as black as the void. It did not dent at all as the powers of the Dark Side poured into it focused by a circle of Sith Runes and Black Speech to channel the massive energy. In response, one sentence in Black Speech blazed red at the edge of the ring.
While the Dark Side relished with Sauron and his craft, the Light Side screamed out in such anguish that shook the galaxy. It reached all the way to the core worlds and to center of the Jedi temple where many knights and masters of the Jedi clutched their heads in pain as they felt the scream of the Force. The weakest in Force sensitivity were hurt the most and often went unconscious after screaming their lungs out, and the masters of the Jedi felt as though their hearts were gripped in hands of metal and ice from the sheer dread of the Dark Side washing through the universe.
But for one Jedi in particular that had the greatest presence in the Force despite still being a Padawan, he felt the scream of the Force like a powerful gust of wind threatening to push him off his feet. There was something else as well in the nature of the Force that brought up memories years ago on a desert planet with a loving mother and a lonely brother. He could not help but look in one single direction to Mustafar and could feel as though his twin brother from Tatooine was standing right in front of him.
The hammer of dark metal forged from matter forced into a specific component through the power of the Dark Side was raised yet again above Sauron's head. Fire and smoke from below swirled around the head of the tool like a funnel, empowering the Dark Side energies the metal was made from. The Force of the Light screamed in protest of this defilement as the mountain was filled with the screams of a hundred men in agony. Sauron and the Dark Side drank in that anguish greedily and the hammer was brought down again.
"Ash nazg u sundog ul."
One Ring to conquer them.
The impact of the hammer upon the One Ring sent out a quake in the Force that affected both sides. Throughout the galaxy, all those Force-sensitive felt the greatest tremor in the Force that put dread in their hearts. When they closed their eyes, it was to see an eye of shadow and flame with a gaze to pierce metal, stone, and flesh.
Within the halls of the Senate and in the office of Supreme Chancellor, the one known as Chancellor Palpatine, or to a select few he was Darth Sidious, suddenly stop in his musings. His composure of a politic broke as his eyes bled a golden glow. He could feel the quake in the Force and how the Light side was screaming. But what put shook Palpatine to his core was the laughter of the Dark Side, and the brush of another presence in the Dark Side more powerful than he has ever seen. A part of him wanted to lash in a mix of anger and fear, but oddly he felt a sense of elation.
BANG!
"Ash nazg u baj uku."
One Ring to make eternal.
In the reaches far from the Republic, three entities, the Ones, that embodied Dark, Light, and Balance suddenly turned their heads to the source of the quake in the Force. A power that seemed to drain the limitless energies of the Force like a drain to one singular point. So much being forcefully taken away that the very universe could feel it. In the center of the Maw, an entity of Chaos within the Force paused in her musings and looked in shock at the rising power that was rivaling her own in the Force. She tried to stretch her presence to entice this source of power, but to her shock her own presence in the Force was pushed away, and for the first time in a long while Abeloth felt a hint of fear seeing a great eye of flame that simply felt wrong in the universe.
BANG!
"Ash nazg u barash ulub draut agh ishi the burzum krimp ul."
One Ring to crush their light and in the darkness bind them.
The last strike of the hammer proved to be the last. It was the one where he poured all his malice, cruelty, and wrath of his very being into the ring, and upon impact a visible blue wave of pure Force energy unleashed itself. Rock of the mountain cracked like glass, and the magma below was forcefully simmered down. The wave of Force energy continued to expand across the surface of Mustafar. In its wake, every volcano suddenly erupted and every tectonic plate below was shaking or crumbling apart into smaller pieces. Mines of companies were unable to last as magna erupted and drowned them in fire. That day, over one million workers died in an instant. No survivors.
Outside the reaches of the galaxy, a massive fleet of ships of organic make were flying through the void of space. They are the Yuuzhon Vong, a people bent on conquest and war. This thirst of blood was caused by the Force rejecting them via the destruction of their homeworld, leaving thr Vong in constant pain. The Vong had destroyed the galaxy they camd from and had this eons long journey to conquer another.
Such thoughts of conquest were momentarily cut off. Pain and anger were drowned by inexplicable unease, or even fear. Despite cut off from the Force, the whole race could feel its screams and the tremor that shook the universe. Destiny itself has been changed, and no one can stop the rise that will come.
(End Song)
Sauron was not in the least bit effective for that power was his own and only his own. The dust and ash built up from the blast settled down enough for his mortal eyes to take in the Maiar's greatest creation. The mighty anchor that Sauron had forged from Sith Alchemy from durasteel the best of Hutt money can buy had crumbled into dust. Only a singular pillar remained from the construct of black metal where stood his new One Ring.
The Maiar did not waste time to pick up the ring in his right hand covered in a black metal gauntlet with claw-like fingers. He marveled in glee at his creation as he caressed the ring between his thumb and index finger. No words could put in the amount of joy Sauron felt at how perfect his One Ring was in both the power it held and the will reflected from its creator that poured his soul into it. This new One Ring was more than the original that he created in Arda from the fires of Mt. Doom. Sauron had scoured the galaxy of planets the held powerful connections to the Dark Side, such as Korriban, Exegol, and Dathomir. From them, he collected metals from each planet and infused them in the Dark Side. In his journey, Sauron had also found tombs of the ancient Sith via the Dark Side calling to him, allowing the Maiar to have a good grasp on the teachings of the Sith from their holocrons and spirts. One such use was when he found the tomb of T'zarkan the Ever-knowing, who made his life to hoarde Sith holocrons, and one which had a reference to a weapon known as the Star Forge.
He had spent the last nine years creating his new empire with only the power of the Force and the wit of an ancient Maiar that proved his title of the Deceiver. Sauron first went into the deserts of Tatooine to unite the Sand People under his rule via his strength, even making them worship him as a god in mortal flesh. It proved that while the Sand People in individual tribes were a nuisance to the Hutt clans, but united they were the true rulers of the desert planet as an unstoppable horde. In the first year, Sauron scoured and pillaged advanced settlements owned by the Hutts as well as rallying slaves to his side and stealing their space-faring ships.
The second year he had Tatooine under his unofficial control since forcing Jabba the Hutt to abide to him while putting up a front to hide Sauron's rising conquest. There was no need to bring up other factions in his play then, not yet anyway. From then, he created Flesh Pits and with the help of Sith Alchemy revived his army of the Uruk once again using the Sand People themselves who were more than happy to sacrifice themselves. With his ever-growing army, Sauron took over the Hutt empire from the inside out, using the Force to crush their fleets and his space-advanced Uruk armies that were unstoppable now armed with advanced weaponry of laser rifles combined with their cruel thirst for slaughter. He slew through multiple Hutt clans or either had them utterly submit to his will to put a false front as well. It took five years, but Sauron had now owned the entire Hutt Empire that had stayed unchanging for over 50,000 years, and the rest of the galaxy was none the wiser.
The multitude of slaves under the Hutts became his military composed of minds of various fields. He already had a ragtag group of engineers that were thankful for Sauron's liberation to start designing new ships for a standard fleet. It was a slow process given they weren't exactly professional, but Sauron excelled in patience. His thoughts went back to the One Ring in his grasp, a band of black metal with red writing on the surface that gave a presence of pure evil. Sauron slipped the ring on his right middle ringer and instantly felt power rushing through him. Behind his helm, Sauron's face was split in a maniacal smile as he felt the power of his soul, the power of the Maiar, rise to the surface. Reality was forced by his will and roaring flames came to life around him, giving him the appearance of a giant eye with his body as the slit pupil of pure shadow. Finally, the power he craved since his defeat by the last alliance of Elves and Men returned to him.
The high of the power subsided into a low thrum at his very core. Sauron stared at his right hand now holding his favored One Ring, savoring the sight and making a mental note to never have his finger sliced off again. How he fell for that shall forever be the biggest humiliation in his existence. But now... now was the time to start his conquest.
First things first, Sauron needed a bigger army. The problem of ground troops was not necessary with Tatooine still nurturing more armies of the Uruk. Sauron even recreated his device from his past life in Arda that created a veil of shadow in the sky, and now multiple parts of Tatooine were now barren lands resembling Mordor where the Uruk armies can flourish and beasts such as the Krayt Dragon were mutated by the Dark Side energies making these lands into beasts for his own purposes. So far on that front, the Maiar had recreated trolls, Olog-hai, and fell-beasts. The Uruk still put up the discipline of the sword, and advanced armor and weapons were shipped to the planet where his army quickly learn to use them for deadly efficiency.
The actual problem was a fleet. Designing a fleet was one thing, but actual construction was another. Sauron wanted an instant creation of these advanced ships to overwhelm the rest of the galaxy. Thankfully, there was such a possibility in a reference to a super-weapon known as the Star Forge, found from a holocron that contained what was known as a partial piece of a Star Map. He had assigned the task of finding this weapon to a close agent of Sauron.
A blissful sigh left Sauron's lips. The time for pondering can happen at a later time and now he needed to focus on the present. Sauron walked back to the doorway, his task done with. As he walked, Sauron raised his fist in the air with the fingers in a tightening motion. His powerful pull on the Force caused cracks to appear in the walls of the mountain around him and became increasingly frequent the more Sauron's fist tightened. Finally, Sauron slammed the hand down and the whole top of the mountain collapsed behind him to bury the pool of magma below.
There Sauron stood at the cliff beyond the doorway, looking over the hellish landscape of Mustafar. All of the mountaintops erupted at once to spew lava into the growing rivers below. He marveled the world of fire and ash that once was a dream of Sauron to see the cities of men to look like in his reign. A world that Morgoth himself would envy to be in Sauron's place to enjoy the pure destruction and darkness suffused in the planet.
But such thoughts cannot take the priority as to what Sauron put his attention back to. His yellow eyes of fire behind his helm locked on another figure dressed in black. It was a cloak stylized to his faithful servants the Nazgul only the cloth was much more pristine to give it an ebony shine. The cloak was roomy enough to hide the black plated armor underneath with only a peak of he solid chest plate.
The hood was pulled back revealing a young human male with slick black hair falling down his shoulders and the front of his pointed ears. His skin was awfully pale and his lips formed into a sneer. His facial features were quite unblemished and unspoiled due to his age of at least fifteen years, yet his built with proper figure and muscle for combat. His eyes were a cold dark purple, but the eyes had the odd addition of black veins around them. This was caused by the dark energies running through the boy's veins thanks to the ring worn on the index finger of his left hand. A Ring of Power to be exact that gave the servant powers of the Nazgul at the cost to serve Sauron ultimately.
Sauron had long forgotten the name of the boy he once found on one of the slave oriented worlds of the Hutts he dominated. Specifically, Sauron found the boy in one of the privately owned slave pens of a rich Hutt he recently had given to his Uruk to feast on slug. The boy was hunched over the bodies of his dead parents then, but it was the feel of power he generated. The storm of emotions that the child unleashed revealed him to be strong in the Force like the former Maiar himself. There was no reason to abandon the child with such strength, and thus put the child under his wing. All to become the first in the revival of Sauron's deadliest servants, the Nazgul.
By all accounts, Sauron had made that boy into his apprentice of the Sith, but to him he was entirely different. He trained the boy harshly into powerful servant to bring the best of his power to weaponize, and made sure the boy was a cruel soul to kill any without hesitation. When he was ready, Sauron 'awarded' him with the first of new Rings of Power to remake the Nazgul, and by Sith tradition named him Darth Malus.
Malus, the first of the new Nazgul, immediately bowed his head before the Dark Lord of the Sith. His face was void of emotion except for a slight frown that gave him a grim look. Sauron was welcome to know of Malus' undying loyalty to him, and the former Maiar didn't need to pull on his will via the Ring of Power he wore to do so.
"Rise, my faithful servant." Sauron spoke, his voice oddly smooth than it was deep behind his helm and despite the fact his mortal form towered at 6'4".
"My lord." Said Malus as he eyed the One Ring on his master's finger, his voice deep and slightly rough. "So that is it then. No matter how small it is, it is hard to believe that it alone holds such tremendous power only you are worthy of wielding."
"Well put, Malus." Sauron replied, moving his left hand to take hold of the mask part of his helm.
With an audible click, the face plate that hid him away came off into the grip of his hands. He slid it down and held the plate in his left hand, revealing a face that was simply impossible to replicate. It was the face that Sauron took long ago in his 'fair' form featuring perfect smooth skin, solid jawline, silky long black hair, and the complete lack of baby fat. In simpler terms, Sauron's face of his mortal body was as beautiful as the elves of Arda, a small comfort for Sauron's irritation to be stuck in a body of flesh. The white hair was result of enhancing his body through Sith rituals of channeling the Dark Side through him, making muscles bulge and his overall growth to go above average. And this is to mention that his mortal body is of nineteen years of age.
"Any news of the outside galaxy that needs my concern?" Sauron asked as his own knowledge of the present events in the grand scheme of things in the galaxy were outdated by over half a year.
Malus nodded. "There has been talk of unrest within the governing body of the Republic known as the Senate. Our own intel gathers that several sectors will secede from the Senate and declare war on the Republic itself. It brings more suspicion of upcoming war with the revelations of one known as Count Dooku, a former Jedi Master that abandoned the order and reclaimed his noble birth. He has been the voice for those multiple factions going against the Republic."
"Hmm, so war is on the horizon." Sauron mused, slightly off put the fact a war was starting without his meddling in the affairs. "Then it is obvious what our next move is."
"My lord?" Wondered Malus with a quirked eyebrow.
"I see the galaxy consumed in unrelenting fire in this war." Sauron said, his eyes in a daze as he peered into the Force. "They will all burn in fires that consume entire worlds. All the good will fall, but I see a new order will rise from it all. While the fools slaughter themselves in war sparked from ugly truth and covered with sweet lies, we shall build our own force. We shall show them the true machine of war by the sword and the spear and the iron hulk of our ships of the Uruk."
Sauron can see it in fact. From Mustafar across the vast distance of stars to the worlds of the 'Hutt' empire, Sauron looked as his army of the Uruk continued to build for war. From the fires of their industry fueled by perpetual war to come, they hammered upon molten metal to create the sword to gut their enemies and built the rifles to slaughter them from afar. Low in intelligence they may be, but even the orc will adapt to space-faring technology as long as there is war to come.
Malus dared not voice doubts as he heard the ambitious words of his master, and crushed any that threatened to pop up. For over five years, Sauron was the epitome of the galaxy itself. He was a being of both untamed power and unmatched intellect, and Malus should be glad to be in his service for the power he gave to him.
"How shall we accomplish this, my lord?" Malus said. "To construct such a fleet can take a decade. Time we don't have in the impending conflict that will find us out."
"I've already decided on the solution." Sauron assured. "Tell me, what news from Azura?"
Azura, or as her full name goes Darth Azura, is Sauron's most recent apprentice in the Force and the second member to the new Nazgul. She was another straggler strong in the Force Sauron found two years ago in the aftermath of conquering Nal Hutta. He discovered the girl trapped in a metal compartment for a home that was being crushed in on itself by the pressure of her power. The reason of such raw power being unleashed in the Force was being fueled by fear as prior to his Sauron's successful conquest she was going to be sold as a concubine to a Hutt. Ironically, her Force powers awakened by her fear drove the Hutts off in fright of falling victim to her.
Since 'saving' the human girl into his service, he also trained her up in the apprenticeship of the Sith. She was given the name Darth Azura on the day Sauron forged her Ring of Power. While not as good in raw swordsmanship as Malus, Azura proved to excel in espionage and spy work. For her talents, Sauron had sent her on a quest to recover the rest of the Star Maps to eventually lead to the famed Star Forge used by an ancient Sith by the name of Revan to overwhelm the Old Republic long ago due to its capability of creating whole fleets in less than a year.
"Yes, I have a received a report this morning in fact." Malus answered as he took on one knee.
His right hand fumbled in the confines of his cloak and pulled out a cylindrical device. A click of a button and a miniature image of Darth Azura herself appeared floating above it. Unlike most holograms, the devices such as the one Malus owned were more advanced, allowing holograms to have better life-like appearance instead of blue light projection.
Like Malus, Azura wore the ebony cloak that masked most of her figure, but she was noticeably small in stature due to the fact Azura was only twelve years of age. She wore clawed gauntlets and pointy metal boots, and her cloak was open to reveal the battle armor she wore underneath. Azura did not have her hood on, revealing a very young face of porcelain skin, golden eyes of the Sith, and a cascade of black hair that had noticeable red highlights, a feature that revealed she had ancestry of a Mandalorian clan. Her lightsaber, stylized hilt with scaled patterns of red and black with one black marble pommel on one end, was noticeably hanging at her waist. As soon as the message was playing, Azura took a kneeling position in submission to Sauron as she assumed.
"Lord Sauron." Azura said, her voice slightly distorted. "I have finally finished the Star Map per your grand wishes, and as you have ordered I have sent the Star Map in this message for your personal use. I have not dared to look at it, and I have made my way back to Mordor."
The projections of Darth Azura disappeared and was replaced with a 3D projection of the map of the galaxy with a diameter matching Sauron's height. It was the same as every map of the galaxy except for one small detail of hyperspace pathway going from Tatooine in the northeastern reaches of wild space where Sauron's prize awaited. Malus did not hesitate to offer his communicator that held the map to Sauron.
As soon as the Dark Lord pocketed the device, the whole land suffered from an earth-shattering quake as the tectonic plates of Mustafar's crust were slipping in the magma like soap. Eruptions of the world's blood of molten rock spewed forth from every crevice. Rivers of lava were quickly starting to become lakes and possibly seas if the tectonic activity continued. The worst part of the situation for the planet is that the same occurrence was happening all over the planet, thus making sure whatever populous was left was annihilated and provided a good excuse to the sudden death when the Republic finds out. Only Malus and Sauron were spared because of the Black Speech made Sith Runes engraved into the dock that repelled the natural dangers of Mustafar with the Force. They unfortunately would not last long.
"It is time that we leave this land of fire before its wrath turns on us." Sauron said.
Malus nodded in a bow. "Yes, my master."
They soon boarded the craft, an XS Stock light freighter to be exact painted in black and red instead of the usual tarnished chrome with stripes of pale yellow. Inside, the interior was outfitted with a more advanced decor with shining white walls and a black floor. The systems of the freighter were upgraded from the crude construction of the Hutts to a cleaner layout, especially the lack of system errors that needed custom work-arounds as bounty hunters would use.
The ion engines ignited and lifted the ship into the air, just in time to escape the destruction of the constructed dock as well as the total eruption of the volcano itself. Malus, acting as the pilot with Sauron sitting behind on a raised, activated the afterburners to soar out of Mustafar's atmosphere in seconds. Now in space, the freighter's engines gave off a familiar hum before it completely disappeared into hyperspace towards Sauron's empire, leaving a planet glowing orange from the fires it spewed all at once.
Thirty minutes later, a Republic ship would enter the space of Mustafar to collect precious minerals only to find to their horror every form of life was extinguished in the magma flows of Mustafar. That day would mark as a dark 'tragedy' in galactic history that took millions of lives. If only they knew how all those lives were lost because of one entity entirely.
I don't expect this story to go long. In fact, I belive I will get out at most 35 chapters for completion because I will mostly skip over the events of the Clone Wars. But know this, the Clone Wars will forever be different as Sauron's faction enters the scene.
Another reason I will write this shorter than expected is that I am planning of having Exiled Light being the sequel to this story. For those who don't know, Exiled Light is a RWBY and Star Wars crossover story I am planning where Ruby is the descendant of Revan, Bastila Shan, and Meetra Surik, making her one of the most powerful in the Force. That overall plot will revolve around the Empire and the ultimate confrontation of Ruby, RWBY, and JNPR facing off against the Nazgul and Sauron himself to stop his tyranny.
Up next is Chapter 3: The Star Forge
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