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"I don't understand. You created the Rings of Power for Sauron!?'"
"At that time, our goals were the same. To fix a land broken by generations of war. Too late did I realize my folly in trusting him, or his lust for domination."
-Exchange between Talion the Grave-walker and Celebrimbor.
Chapter 3: New Perceptions
For the Maiar, very few things of the world can actually catch his appreciation. The void of space exceeded that by miles. Ever since first getting onto a ship and soaring into the cosmos themselves, it never ceases to amaze him how vast the universe. Sauron felt as though he was part of the numerous stars that surrounded his. Operating his personal vessel SC300-Silver on an automatic course, it never ceased to amaze Sauron the unrivaled beauty of space.
Those were thoughts for another time. With a few simple presses of a button, the hum of the ships systems intensified. Azura's complete Star Map was already uploaded into the ship's navigation system, or whatever they called it. Sauron still could never understand the strange contraptions of this reality. He'd rather use his own devices from his craft now made into the Force, and luckily is still a cut above the rest. Anakin may have been the annoying runt of a mortal, but it irked Sauron that he had him beat at mechanics. The next Sauron knew, Anakin was going to create weapons of mass destruction. Considering the vision into the future he had, that may not be far from the truth.
Sauron felt himself lurch as his craft reached maximum velocity and entered hyperspace. It was weird to Sauron of this extra dimension that allowed travel faster than light itself. All he could see was a vast array of lights colliding as one around him as if he were in a bright tunnel. The former Maiar idly thought if this what the mortals in Arda saw when they died, ascending above the stars to be in the land of paradise with the Vanir and Eru Illuvatar.
They did not matter to Sauron, except Morgoth. Not anymore. He was out of their reach, unleashing him on a new reality to reshape. To wage war, to conquer, to make his rule. Perhaps at another time he would've thought this a second chance of a new life.
He never could get rid of what Anakin said all those years ago. That being alone was the same as not existing. How he absolutely hated those words. Sauron will not be forgotten much less nonexistent. He will carve a legacy into the very universe by his own two hands and the One Ring he has recreated. But as much as Sauron told that to himself there was undeniable truth in those words that still ached him to this day.
In the end, when Sauron sits on the throne of an Empire that puts fear into his enemies, it is still a lonely throne. The Dark Lord has always been alone, his own subordinates not counting. For eons, Sauron never realized or was bothered by it, but in this new life the words of Anakin still persist with vigor. How making himself completely alone is the same as not existing, just like what had almost happened to him in the void. Sauron never wanted to ever experience that again, but how does one not be alone?
Sauron growled outloud. Hyperspace travel was still taking a while, and he had gone by himself. Therefore, Sauron was left to his own thoughts and they always had a knack of dragging off ever since he was placed in a mortal body. Reforging the One Ring helped bring the Maiar in his soul, but everything else about him from his mind and body was still very alien to him. Especially in his more earlier years when he had these infuriating urges that he could not place. Only that, to his humiliation, Sauron could not stop himself staring at any feminine body when just any amount skin was shown. It never bothered him before as a Maiar, but being stuck in flesh is still so fucking confusing!
Sauron resorted to meditation to ease his mind, closing his eyes from the brilliant light show outside his cockpit. The flow of time warped for Sauron cutting himself off from the outside world. Through this the Dark Lord mastered patience as he had for former long life. With the One Ring, Sauron's immortality was restored.
Then he delved into the Force and searched through the galaxy of whatever caught his interests. It was not hard to find the biggest singularity in the Force being his brother now bathed in light bit a shimmer of grey surrounding it. A flash of irritation signified Sauron's annoyance that his twin matched him in the Force, but their development was still worlds apart. While Anakin was a beacon of light, the rest were insignificant with just a few rare exceptions. In comparison, most of the Jedi were tiny dim stars and their light felt hollow with their emotions tucked away.
They are utter fools. Sauron's brief time on the planets such as Korriban and Dromund Kaas informed them how those fell to the Dark Side. How they took advantage of the feelings of the Jedi. This generation was vulnerable to corruption as they never took time to understand much less accept emotions. The Dark Lord's own experience when fighting the kingdoms of men showed him the significance of emotions. His own malice kept him alive.
The beep from his cockpit alerted Sauron of the end of his journey. Snapping out of his meditation, Sauron watched the ship fall out of hyperspace. He did know nor cared how much time had passed. His only concern was that his prize was in reach.
It was a lonely system his craft found itself in. A blue sun blazed bright in the center of the system with only four planets in orbit. The closest to the sun was a burning catastrophe. The other three however were much more hospitable with the second and largest sporting oceans and green lasts with some spots of black deserts. The third was red in color featuring ice caps instead of seas, and the last was unique holding a halo of golden plasma orbiting the planet and gave it warmth.
But levitating beside the sun was a massive space station. Four claw-like extensions were built on top and bottom upon a central, spherical structure. Sauron can sense there was much more to it in the Force. The very metal was heavy in the cosmic power, yet lay dormant waiting for someone to unlock its secrets. Someone like him.
Sauron carefully piloted his ship to a still open dock shown by a slip of blue shielding on the sphere. The ship passed harmlessly into the dark dock, and for the first time in over four thousand years a living person has stepped foot on the station. It was awfully dark within the Star Forge, but it never did bother Sauron.
His path was clear before him as clear as day hearing a whisper in the Force. Dark whispers of seductive power that the station possessed making promises to give him the galaxy. Sauron paid no mind to such nonsense; he made his own promises of conquest. That was the challenge of the way of the Sith to dominate the power of the Dark Side rather than be consumed to its whispers of power. Those that failed became the propaganda for the Jedi of what made the Sith to be as murdering berserkers. There was some truth to that, but a true master of the Dark Side can be more refined than that.
His footsteps echoed through the black halls giving further impact by his metal boots. There was something comforting to Sauron that his steps carried such heavy weight to intimidate his enemies in his advance. He missed those days when the former Maiar had a physical form that towered over any man by eight feet wielding a mace to obliterate a whole line with one swing. Speaking of which, Sauron was still trying to recreate his black mace so he can get back to crushing bone.\
Finally, Sauron reached the end of the road. Prying a bulkhead open with the Force, Sauron found himself in massive abyss like chamber that reached over a hundred meters high and evenly so below. There was only one path being a durasteel bridge leading to... a genuine and amused smile graced his face. Of all things, it was a throne that awaited sat in front of some sort of computer projecting digital solid light. Sauron could feel the Force pulse from the throne and the console, and he did not waste making his approach. The scenery around him changed like a mist taking shapes of people while reality became murky.
Sauron knew this phenomenon as Force Echo, which occurs when stepping into an area suffused in the energies of a powerful Force user. Questions to this identity were answered when Sauron looked back to once he came to find an elderly man. He was tall, broadly built, and stood straight with more than enough energy than meets the eye. He wore armor in white and gold fit for an emperor. His face sported a neatly trimmed white beard.
His eyes on the other hand were unnatural: a dark sulfur with a ring of red. Such eyes can only be the result of those deep in the Dark Side. Sauron sensed he was powerful, incredibly so that the very Force Echo this man produced put weight on his shoulders. It brought the question how powerful this Sith was in life.
"How curious to see one other has found the weapon of Revan."
It was a rarity that Sauron can be caught by surprise, but this was one of those times. The ghost of the Sith locked onto Sauron, giving the Dark Lord a true feeling of the being's power. An echo it may be, but still significant to be able to mold the surroundings.
"What a curious specimen." The Sith commented, walking around Sauron. "You are very powerful, yet your rage is tempered. Not common in Sith, who rather succumb to the Dark Side. Yet, there is something... foreign about you. Though your body and mind are flesh and mortal, I feel that your soul is entirely different. Or rather, it is too ancient."
"I have no time to play with words of a wraith." Sauron growled, turning back to his prize. "This is my hour."
His march was halted by a physical force, and he looked down to find that the specter, now in front of him, with his hand pressed on against his chest. Sauron's surprise increased that this late Force-user's effect was so paramount that his very memory was able to put physical force on him. But it also served to rile up the Dark Lord's irritation.
"Who are you?" Growled Sauron, his eyes burning a fearsome orange behind his mask.
"I was once the most powerful Sith in the universe." Spoke the now identified Sith. "I have had many names with many faces, but my spirit is as eternal as the stars themselves. Darth Tennebrae were one of my significant names, but you may also know me as Emperor Vitiate of the Eternal Empire."
Yes, that name rang a bell in Sauron's head. If there was a man to gain Sauron's respect, it was this specter right here. He was less of a man and more as a pure force of dark destruction given manifestation. Records portray him that even at birth he was cold, a sign that he was born to be of the Dark Side, and he was the lone man to have put the fear into the famous Grey Lord known as Revan. His most famous accomplishment was Vitiate's discovery of immortality, something that was lost to Sauron until he reforged the One Ring to forcibly pull the Force in to give him strength and vitality.
But Sauron was not some sort of Sith Acolyte to bow in an echo's presence. Their time has past and was meaningless to him now.
"Out of the way, old man." Sauron said, projecting his malice through the Force. "You know what I come for."
"Of course I do." Vitiate said, his face unfazed. "The power of the Star Forge. The power to rule. The power to dominate ultimately. Such is the way of the Sith, or so says history. But I find that with you... I feel bland. Unoriginal. Because despite whatever power you have, you still make yourself the same among many that have come before you."
Sauron responded to Vitiate's words by blasting the specter with a wave of red fire shot out of the Dark Lord's outstretched hand. This spell of Pyrokinesis was possible through the Force, and much like Sith Lightning channeled Sauron's hate and malice to make his victims burn. The flames did effect the specter of Vitiate, but there was none of the lovely screams he loved to hear. Only that through the fire Vitiate still stared at Sauron with disappointment in his eyes. As though he was beneath them.
That only served to infuriate Sauron even more. What right did they have to place him per status quo? He was not some normal Sith or such, but a spirit of a Maiar reborn into a body of flesh from a recent life that spanned eons of conquest upon the world of Arda. They should be praising him for his power alone!
"How could someone so old be so narrow?" Interrupted a voice, this time feminine in nature. "Is conquest all that is on your mind?"
Sauron swiftly turned around, fury threatening to explode his mask apart. In Vitiate's place was a human woman of fair features and short black hair. Her clothee were rather drawl with simple brown robes adorning figure. Instead of the cold and malice of the Dark Side, the woman radiated warmth and comfort of the Light Side as if stretching out an offering hand.
A hand that Sauron metaphorically slapped aside as the Dark Side radiating off him in waves. The specter Jedi of the past did not flinch from the power.
"You know nothing!" Sauron barked.
"I see enough, fallen Maiar." Spoke the voice, getting shocked eyes that this ghost actually knew what he was. "You are set on this path, but do you even know the end? Do you know what you want to achieve?"
Sauron had enough of the farce, the One Ring glowing a sinister red in his rage. Flames danced off the metal and cape of his outfit till an inferno exploded off his body. The Pyrokinesis summoned through the Force pushed away the foreign Force eddies that have chosen to hamper his progress. Nothing will stop his rise as the Dark Lord of the stars, especially words aimed at the failures or so-called flaws of his life. They can never understand!
"I will have my dominion." Sauron muttered outloud, his voice deep as the abyss as he stretched his hand to the throne. "I will have my rule over the stars. And then there will be perfection and order."
But as soon as Sauron touched the throne that would connect him to the Star Forge via the Force, his vision went white. He felt ice cold water wash over him for a moment before Sauron felt the sensation of soft sand beneath his heel. Blinking his eyes to fix his vision, Sauron no longer found himself in the dark chamber of the Star Forge. He stood in the last place he would find himself in. A beach of white shores before a large bay. Greenery and nature were rich all around him, begging for him to admir-burn and bas-consume in darkness.
'What... What was that just now?' Sauron thought, confounded. 'Why did I feel so... at peace?'
He resorted to the One Ring to draw on the extra malice, but found to his dismay that it wasn't there! In fact, he wasn't in his black armor and instead wearing fair white garbs of the elves. Sauron no longer had his helm and revealed his handsome features of long black hair and a fair face. Panic started to settle in, but checking himself he still had a connection to the Force, and in turn his power.
'Where am I!?' Thought Sauron, but his answer came when he looked to the mouth of the bay.
Flanking each side of the bay were very familiar statues that the Dark Lord never thought he would see. They were statues of elves, holding pikes in guard for the opening. And upon the horizon was a brilliant golden glow of light. Terror filled Sauron for he knew this light. He thought he had escaped the judgement meant upon him. He vowed to never even look upon the West where out there at sea his kin waiting to bring his fate. But being so close to these shores and to the light where they waited was enough to illicit the fear in Sauron for he knew what fate would be upon him.
"How cowardly you are." A voice, masculine and muffled, spoke behind Sauron. "You begged to your own brothers for mercy and they gave you the right to be judged."
Sauron whipped his head around, fear replaced by wrath ready to tear apart whoever called him a coward. A tall man stood before them wearing dark grey robes fit for combat, a garb that could only come from the galaxy Sauron was reborn in. No amount was shown with black gloves covering his head, a hood to hide his air, and a red Mandalorian mask to hide his face. At his waist hanging from a belt were two lightsaber hilts.
"I'd say that is generous considering what you've done." Continued the stranger. "They could have killed you on the spot. Yet you lied and stayed away so you never can face such shame. And you call yourself a Dark Lord."
"Don't you dare insult me!" Roared Sauron.
Using Pyrokinesis, Sauron blasted a red inferno from his hand ready to burn whatever contraption the Force had summoned before him. The entity did not move, unperturbed by the imminent death racing towards him. The masked man looked as though he was sighing in exasperation and held his left palm forward. An invisible bubble of the Force projected from the man by five feet away and effortlessly protected him against the burning onslaught.
When the man pulled on the Force in his remaining hand, Sauron was perplexed by what he sensed. It felt both Light and Dark surging towards the man, but they didn't battle for supremacy. To Sauron's shock, the two polar opposites mixed, creating greater power from the combination. His concentration was broken and he was left unprepared when the man released the built up energy in Force Blast so intense that it cracked like thunder. Sauron was sent flying like pebble bouncing off the water from the power alone in the Force Blast. He would've eventually sunk into the depths of the water if an invisible grip on Sauron's entire body didn't keep him floating above the surface, courtesy of the strange entity.
"Tsk tsk tsk, Mairon." The man admonished, waving a single finger. "Violence begets violence after all, especially when we can be civil with words. Something you can appreciate after all. Then again, your constant delusions of conquest seemed to have dulled your common senses."
With a flick of his hand, Sauron was pulled back to shore and unceremoniously dropped back onto the beach. Sand flew up in the air, getting stuck in Sauron's hair and his clothes. Eyes bleeding a fearsome crimson to match the fires of Mt. Doom glared upon the man as if in some intricate way to turn him into ash. Despite the mask, the man only seemed amused.
"Not so high and mighty, are you 'Lord of the Sand?'" The man commented.
Sauron could not stop his left eye from twitching. Was this low-life making a joke out of him!? If there was a way, and he will find one, the former Maiar was going to skin him alive. And then he paused when he remembered that this man knew that name. Mairon, his first and real name given to him by Eru Illuvatar when he was created. No one in eons in Arda remembered Sauron's original name, so how was this possible?
"What - are - you?" Sauron demanded/asked.
"Oh yes, that is the question, isn't it?" Mused the man, the Force of both Light and Dark swirling around him. "I am the manifestation that is beyond the imagination of Jedi and Sith. I have been savior and conqueror. I was Jedi Knight and then a Sith Lord, but I never belonged to either order. I shall always stand alone, neither light or dark. You have never faced the likes of me. I am the Grey Lord, the Voice of the Force. I am Revan."
It clicked in Sauron's mind and all he could do was stare at the masked man basking the Force. Everyone who studied the Force knew the name of Revan. A name so profound his fame lasted for four thousand years still because of his accomplishments that known in the eras after could match. His name went down in the Force as the only one to have mastered the Force in its purest form, both Light and Dark. Jedi shunned the knowledge of Revan in his days as a Sith Lord despite him being the reason the Republic was around, but Sith on the other hand worshipped Revan for hundreds of generations trying to follow in his footsteps to attain the same power he had. To the Sith, Revan was power incarnate as he was in some ways the Force incarnate in all sides and shapes.
"What do you want with me?" Sauron said, his eyes more analytical of this development. "Surely, there is more to this meeting than to stop my acquirement of the Star Forge."
"Quite the sharp mind, as I would have expected from the race of the Maiar." Revan said, noticing Sauron's eyes twitch in mild fury and confusion how he came by such information. "Don't tell me you doubt the reach of the Force ever since you have become used to it. For the Force has a will of its own, and its reach of knowledge and time is limitless even to something as foreign as yourself.
"And as to answer your inquiry, it's more of a yes and no. I myself in the Force was typically... unnerved some other ambitious Sith had sought out the weapon. The last time that happened, my sworn enemy, the Sith Emperor of that time, had found it, but the galaxy is fortunate that his ego was too big to use the weapon that once belonged to me. Yet, we are having this meeting simply to talk. Despite how powerful and cunning you make yourself ought to be, you are no different than every ambitious and power-hungry Sith Lord that has come before you. I sense that the very definition of conquest has been on your mind, twisted it to be so narrow. It makes you blind to the workings of the world around you. And I, or rather the Force, wants to get rid of the narrow."
Rage filled Sauron yet again at the insinuation by the manifestation of Revan. To call him a fool, a being who has lived through eons and seen the deaths of kingdoms of both elves and men, was preposterous. He knew his goals well to make his dominion over everything the light touched. Using his rage, Sauron called on the limits of the Force, and as a result his Pyrokinesis surrounded his body till he was masked away in both shadow and flame.
Then, the flames and shadow grew taller from the six feet of height to a towering darkness of over eight feet. When the flames dispersed, it was hardly to say Sauron was a man anymore, and instead there was a tower of black metal of a humanoid body. The very same body that earned his infamy and plagued the nightmares of Arda as Sauron the Dark Lord of Mordor, and all complimenting the pitch black mace in his hand.
This Force technique that Sauron called upon was his own creation to what he deemed to be called Force Reality. An ultimate usage of the Force that connected the soul to the physical realm to shape it to his desires. That meant altering his own body to the same image of darkness and terror that was the Lord of the Rings.
"Fool!?" Sauron roared, his presence booming over the beaches. "You dare call me fool?! I have caused the deaths of entire kingdoms. I've set the earth scorched in fires and war at my beck and call. I have commanded legions of conquest and you dare you call me!?"
Despite the sheer terror Sauron radiated in his original form, so much that the Light around him dimmed, Revan did not quiver. All he did was glance up at Sauron's helm, cross his arms...
... And shrugged. "Eh, if you want to call yourself an idiot then go right ahead."
That was the last straw. With a cry of rage, Sauron lifted his massive mace over his head and swung it down to squash the Grey Lord. In return, Revan summoned twin lightsabers to his hands and ignited them in blades of beautiful violet and crimson red. He crossed them together to block the incoming strike of the mace, holding it less than foot away from his face. Sand flew up in the air from the force of the blow, but Revan did not relent an inch.
Finding his own strength insufficient to match the giant, Revan instead pivoted off his feet, using Sauron's own strength against him to overextend his blow. The Grey Lord was nothing but a blur to Sauron as he twisted around the Maiar. He tried to defend his side knowing he was going to attack, but it was too late when Revan's purple lightsaber struck his left ankle. Fortunately, the blow was not enough to melt through the dark metal, but it was enough of a painful blow to bring Sauron to his knees. He quickly lifts his head, using the pain to fuel his rage and the Dark Side, only to stop once feeling the twin lightsabers close to his throat.
"Tell me, Sauron, why are you so driven to this conquest for so long?" Revan wondered. "What is your endgame?"
"To bring perfection and order to the world." Sauron said with a hint of passion. "That has always been my goal, and my Master made me realize how the world was flawed. I need to conquer it."
Revan chuckled. "How amusing. You're so much of a Sith, you even had a master that twisted you for his own goals."
At that, Sauron stilled his movements. Mostly Sauron had nothing but reverence to the god that showed him the truth and his ways of conquest. Yet, a very small part of him, the one that was still Mairon of the Vala Aule the Smith, suspected that he had been used for Morgoth's own plans. While his former peers praised his love of order and perfection, it was also a glaring weakness that led to his fall to darkness as that love was turned into an obsession.
"You believe in perfection so strongly, you have become blind to the hard truth of the matter." Revan said, his tone sage-like. "That hard truth is that perfection does not exist, and rather imperfection is an importance to the universe as a whole. That is how life is possible as our sentience is a mix of light and dark, making us all grey no matter how bright or dark we try ourselves to be. That balance makes us alive.
"You are no exception. It is what makes you alive, Sauron because you are imperfect yourself. If you are perfect as you claim, then why is it you have failed in your conquest each time. Even when you had the power of the One Ring, you still lost to a host of people, all imperfect. They won because they embrace that imperfection, and it is how they can never stagnate. If by some chance you do have your promised dominion, I can see that it will soon fall into disarray for your so-called perfection. Your empire will still and decay like a corpse till all that is left is you on a lonely throne. Forever alone."
Alone! Alone!? The very sound of the word had a profound effect on Sauron, dimming his anger with fear. Why did that word have such an effect on him!? The Dark Lord of Sauron, afraid of isolation!? He wanted to scream in rage and tear him apart, but then the images of the void came back to him. How the darkness, the same thing that he coveted, surrounded him to consume him completely into nothingness, not even a memory being left behind.
It was a pathetic sight to see. The might Maiar lost strength in his form. Revan chose to release the Maiar as Sauron sank to his knees and his body transformed back to his fair form without the use of Force Reality.
"You see it, don't you?" Revan said. "The darkness will lead to only what you fear most. You will only be ruling by yourself and only on your own will. And then eventually, your rule will kill out the rest of the galaxy."
"Don't you dare try and bring me back to the light!" Sauron barked. "I will never go back!"
"I am not trying to make you change sides, Sauron." Revan consoled. "I am trying to tell you that you are not all darkness, and that not all your actions should follow that path. I can see it, the one that used to be Mairon of the Vala Aule, is still there. The same Maiar who was unique among his peers because while his kin carved stone and jewel-"
For some odd reason, Sauron was drawn to look at the sky above. The once blue immediately shifted to night black and the whole sky was filled with the beautiful myriad of stars. He could not keep his eyes away from the many lights that just seemed so perfect. So flawless in the sky, making the earth obsolete. Sauron had never seen the stars of Arda for eon until his rebirth, but he was always captivated by it.
"-you marveled the stars in the sky." Revan continued. "You thought them to be more perfect than anything on the earth, and so you sought to turn jewels into stars on the ground. They gave you company and made the Maiar known as Mairon. Your quest of conquest that you sought after will not bring the end you want. No, it is rather you no longer know the end any longer."
"As I said, is it useless to sway me!" Sauron reiterated. "My soul is already as black as the abyss, and I have no intention of returning to the light."
"I'm not so sure of that." Revan said, motioning his head up to join Sauron's gaze of the stars. "Everyone has both light and darkness within them, no matter how much they rise and fall. It is how we can laugh and cry. How we cam hope and despair. How we can hate and love. That is what makes us alive, Sauron.
"Even if your very darkness can blanket the skies in black," Revan continued, and Sauron watched as seemingly all the stars went out, leaving only a black void, "there shall always be a light, dim and small, yet still alive within you."
And that is when Sauron saw it. Among the impossible darkness that no doubt represented Sauron's soul, there was one speck of white directly sitting still in the sky. It was barely bright and so hard to see it would be considered a hallucination. Yet, it was there enduring the harsh darkness that surrounded it. Suffer it may be, but it could never die.
"I am not trying to convince you to stray from the path." Said Revan. "Nor do I want you to change sides. All that I ask, Darth Sauron, is that you open your mind to more than conquest in life. Think on it and for yourself as well. You can deny the will of the Force, but are you sure that it is your own will that you follow, or Morgoth's?"
That left a stunned silence from Sauron. There was no anger in his stare, only a blank stare. His chest felt oddly empty at that moment, despite the fact he never had much sensations as a mortal. Was his life truly worthless like that? Had he been no more than a mere puppet to Morgoth when Sauron thought his conquest was to bring perfection?
In an instant, Sauron was no longer on the western shores and back to exactly the same position he was left in. His hand was petrified and just inches away from touching the throne. He stared at the metal chair that housed the computer systems at the Star Forge for several seconds. This hesitance was a first for Sauron, and when he reached out to the alien metal his motion was mostly numb. The One Ring on his finger glowed red, pulsing with his powers of the Dark Side that flowed into the machine.
"I will not stray from my dream." Sauron said, the circuitry of the Star Forge glowing red as he used his powers to dominate to his will. "My dominion will be forged. That is inevitable, but..."
But what will his rule actually be like if perfection is impossible to begin with? Clarity had been given to Sauron on this truth, opening many doors on a path he never saw, or was rather blinded too. Was he still Sauron if the one known as Mairon still existed?
For the first time in his long life, he was unsure how or if he should continue. Revan did not want him to stray from his own path, but to look at what life has to give. Life that Sauron has continuously overlooked and it was implied he needed to learn if he wanted to follow a path separate than his master's. Conquest and forging was all Sauron ever focused on into his very being, and that was his weakness. He was completely ignorant to everything else that life offered.
Sauron wanted to put aside such doubts, but it stubbornly put itself at the front of his mind. The Force was not helping giving him clarity, only the sense that he should pursue understanding more of the universe on a deeper level than his own vision that he followed for eons. He needed to think what the mortals think, see how they live, and why is it they embrace their mortality. Perhaps it will give him the answers of his own failings in the past, and maybe actually live.
A growling sigh left Sauron's lips. This was so fucking confusing! He didn't imagine such... abstract intricacies getting in the way in how to live. He wondered if this is what people called 'food for though'. He certainly had quite the banquet and wasn't sure he alone could answer the questions in his mind.
"Disengaging carbonite freezing." Announced a computerized voice.
What was it!?
The reason of this whole segment is to show a sort of conflict of identity and goals for Sauron. As far as I know of him, he's much like a robot in terms of his own priorities and overall character. Yes, he is a living entity full of hatred and malice, but not in the sense of human psychology. He's basically like a child in the sense that he is still ignorant of most, if not all, aspects of living like relationships due to his very, very hard on for conquest. For example, finding a love interest unless he actively seeks out what is love in the first place. His feelings of hatred are more like a fuel to reach his objective of conquest, like a machine. Sauron has no real passions besides that, and it is not really an objective of his own making because of Morgoth in the first place corrupting him when he was formally Mairon. It was because of Melkor that he is evil and has put that sort of notion into Sauron by twisting his values of order and perfection. His morals will be more grayish, but he is still plenty evil.
I am using loneliness as a recurring theme with Sauron to build more character on him and give him more of a reason for companionship. It serves that his brief time in the void terrified Sauron so much that it traumatized him, and the possibility of being alone in any aspect frightens him. This is more damaging especially the fact his previous nature as a Maiar makes him immortal and the subject of nonexistence, much less death, is completely foreign to Sauron.
I have several pairings that I have an idea of. The top two are listed as:
-Aayla Secura (Opposites attract.)
-Vaylin (Emperor and Empress)
Depending on which one decides Sauron's basic moral grounds. With Aayla, it is more gray; a very, very dark grey to be precise, and such a relationship slightly brings out the pure Mairon that Aayla via her strength in the Light Side of the Force brings out in Sauron and attracts him to Aayla. Vaylin is more aligned on the subject of Sauron seeking that relationship to rid himself of his fear of loneliness, and explores Sauron on a darker road whilst attracted to someone much like himself. There is a chance of multiple, but I will leave the scenario up to you.
More are on my mind, but that is for another time.
Here is a list of the Nazgul Sith that I have thought of so far:
-Darth Angmar; Witch-King (formerly Darth Malgus)
-Darth Malus. (Inspiration from Warhammer)
-Darth Azura. (Mandalorian)
-Darth Ghrond. (Shistavanen.)
-Darth Karnage. (Alien lamia)
I have no idea who to include in the remaining last five spots or what their names would be. Let me know in the reviews.
If any are wondering when Sauron and Anakin will meet again, it will probably be during the first season of the Clone Wars when Sauron arrives on Coruscant as a 'diplomat' for the Immortal Dominion, playing the title of Deceiver.
Up next is Chapter 4: Sith Blast from the Past
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