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Chapter 5: (Tyrannical) Liberator of Ryloth

(Capital city of Morder, formerly Nal Hutta)

Nal Hutta was a mysterious world and despite over 50,000 years of galactic history did that mystery remain so. The only plausible facts of the homeworld of the infamous Hutts was that the planet was a massive world of 17,000 km in diameter, and covered in sickly green skies constantly pouring down greasy rains. Its higher than average temperatures prevented formation of major ice caps and combined with its all-around humid climate made most of the planet's terrain consist of bogs and swamps. One can simply say that the planet reflected the Hutt's themselves as a giant disease infested planet fit for criminals to congregate away from galactic law.

But now if one were to exit hyperspace into Nal Hutta's space, they would doubt they found the right planet. Instead of a swamp world of sick green was a planet charred black with covered in thunderous dark clouds and spotted with massive lakes and rivers of the lava. The planet once called Nal Hutta had been entirely terraformed to a completely different world that destroyed the home of the Hutt species forever. Most of the swamps were consumed in fire that left deep pits and valleys of black barren earth. Any flora that remained on this new hellish world were alien in nature growing near the poles where the climate was just barely cooler.

This new world's name born from the ashes of the criminal Hutt Empire was Mordor. The massive destruction that reduced the swamp planet to this near dead look was in order to fashion it into the landscape suited to Sauron's needs. When the Dark Lord came upon this world to add it to his dominion, his many followers of former slaves and other races scorned by the Hutts were more than gleeful to burn the planet in an act that would be considered the highest of war crimes. However, turning the swamp world to a barren land was perfect for Sauron as the bulwark of his military. It was here in this new Mordor where Flesh Pits were made in droves all over the planet where his armies of Uruk, troll, and all manner of foul beasts was breed and trained. From the fires summoned from Nal Hutta's core did his armies forge sharp blade, thick armor, and advanced weaponry. All over the planet massive hordes of Uruk made into separate tribes made their lives the same as they did Arda, which was a chaotic order of Uruk constantly fighting each other culling the weak from the strong. Sauron catered to his army's antics as it served him well in maintaining superior strength while keeping overwhelming numbers. Nar Shadda was transformed into a massive mining world to strip the floating rock of all of its precious resources.

Mordor was now considered the homeworld of Sauron's armies of Uruk, Olog-hai, fell-beast, and other monstrosities Sauron replicated from Arda through the use of Sith Alchemy. It was not his official capital of his Immortal Dominion. That honor was reserved for the lush planet that he found in the same star system of the Star Forge. Even since acquiring the superweapon, he bolstered his power in the creation of his own fleets of ships designed by his engineers willing to work for him. The same type of engineers who were considered too extreme in the eyes of the Galactic Republic, but Sauron was more than willing to implement their ideas. He expanded his dominion all the way in through Wild Space to the Star Forge, and claimed that lush planet covered in rich, beautiful jungles and blue oceans as his capital named Arda. The planet was also home to a sentient species of humanoid with the lower half of a snakes calling themselves lamia, who were just on the cusp of inventing space flight. They became the first official race to become a part of the Immortal Dominion, and it was from there he found another Force-sensitive individual that he made into a Nazgul by the name of Darth Karnage.

He treated Arda more as a garden world than he did with Mordor. He did not bother terraforming the planet finding the natural climate more than comfortable, and it was there he built a palace to house himself and his Nazgul while the lamia came to the palace as servants. In that palace Sauron stored whatever treasures and dark knowledge that caught his appeal, especially the frozen Vaylin. That little carbonite treasure, and Sauron would oddly find himself attracted to the frozen Force-user marveling not at the 'artwork', but peering into Vaylin's presence in the Force and finding her rather... alluring for a mortal (and not just for her impressive figure). He would even convey some words in privacy as if he was talking to an actual listener, and Sauron would like to think Vaylin was listening on some level.

Arda being the capital served to paint the Immortal Dominion as the righteous rule in the galaxy and where the image of one supreme ruler was the glorious jewel instead of an incompetent democracy that ignored their plight and suffering to the Hutts. The people had already put him as the emperor seeing as his famed leadership and total revolution was the result of their freedom. He really was putting on a whole new level of his 'Deceiver' moniker acting as the benevolent ruler who will gladly fight for the freedom of the people. For now, Sauron will play the act as long as it suited his agenda.

Mordor was what his true nature was. He was both shadow and flame ready to be unleashed in war as much as his armies were eager to do so. That time was coming soon. He could feel it in the earth, smell it in the air, and sense it in the Force. Soon, the whole galaxy will be engrossed in bloody clash between flesh and metal. In the capital city of Barad-dur a black tower rose to the peaks where an eye of fire raged on top, gazing into the cosmos. A chamber was built just below the peak where there Sauron sat on his dark throne, focusing his being into the replica tower of Barad-dur from his dimension. The black metal thrummed with the Dark Side since every piece of it was built with Sith Alchemy, allowing Sauron to use his Eye again. It was an even better experience having a new physical body to help himself to a glass of wine to pass the time in his gazing. No planet, star, metal, stone, or even flesh can block his gaze, and it is there he was searching for the signs of war.

Sauron saw the spilling tensions between the denizens of the galaxy. He saw how various members of the Senate have forcefully seceded themselves from the Republic for the corruption in the government. In outlying territories, Sauron saw the manufacture of vast armies of machines going aboard fleets prepared for wide-scale war. Throughout all this chaos, Sauron could see the tentacles of a shadow manipulating these events for this one individual's sole gain of the entire galaxy. The Dark Lord chuckled in amusement, finding this whole galaxy-wide conflict as a game against an unknown opponent for the control of the galaxy as a whole.

'Your move then, I'll just stay my hand.' Sauron thought, knowing this other player was aware of his existence.

On a whole, the galaxy was about to be ignited and it only needed a spark to burn the already spilled contents. He saw all of this like a pane of glass with cracks spreading through it all. Sauron would later learn this as an innate perception to see Shatterpoints, a complex phenomenon only seen by Force-users gifted with the innate talent. If he knew at the time, Sauron would have used his power with the One Ring to shift the very history of the galaxy as a whole, but he was more content to watch. Let his enemies bleed themselves dry if they want to.

Sauron finally found the climax of all these events on a desert world known as Geonosis, home to a race of literal bug people that a few of his denizens, including the lamia and Uruk, find quite appetizing. Trolls usually like food with more fat, which is why Sauron kept some of Hutt race intact to feed his trolls. His gaze focused on a coliseum where Geonosians and other races from the seceded factions were gathered in cheer. On the ground floor where the blood was to be spilled, Sauron was mildly surprised to find two familiar faces, aged they may be, and a third familiar Force signature all chained to a pillar each.

The only woman of the group was a natural beauty that Anakin would call an angel. Her body was lithe and athletic shown off by the white outfit she wore. Her skin was a healthy tan and highlighted her warm brown eyes and hair. Sauron knew those familiar eyes belonging to the same girl he met on Tatooine. Padme if he recalled correctly.

The oldest of the trio was a built man in the garbs of Jedi. He had eyes of an experienced fighter going along with a head of dark brown hair and a trimmed beard. But the remaining one on among them, who stood the tallest at 6'3" was someone Sauron knew all too well in looks and in the Force. Those startling blue eyes and that immense Force potential that matched his own could only belong to his twin brother by blood, Anakin Skywalker. Sauron will admit Anakin had definitely grown both in power and build from the last time they saw each other over a decade ago, having grown from a scrawny boy to a handsome young man just entering his adult years.

His attention was drawn, as well as the people in the coliseum, to a man coming onto a raised podium overlooking the grounds. When Sauron focused his Eye on the new man, he had to pause in shock. If there was wine in his mouth, Sauron would have spat it out thinking it was some hallucination drug.

'Saruman!?' Sauron thought.

Could it have been possible he wasn't the only one to have come here to this new realm?! No, that was not the case once Sauron took a more studious look peering into the elderly man's heart and soul. While the human shared the same looks, regal attitude, and even the fucking voice, it was not the traitorous White Wizard that once served him. Yet there was still some parallels between this Dooku and Saruman. He was once a Jedi Master who left the order to finding the Jedi being incompetent, only to have turned to have betrayed them when he fell to the Dark Side.

Sauron continued to watch the events unfold in interest from the three combatants fighting for their lives against three blood-thirsty monsters to the unveiling of a small army of Jedi that had infiltrated the whole event. He rolled his real eyes when he felt his brother's untamed love for Padme like some bad romance novel. The Jedi were soon surrounded by hordes of droids, only to be saved by an army of their own in the form of soldiers of clones dressed in white armor. Well, more like plastic considering all that armor did was add melted material to a plasma wound. He made sure the armor on his Uruks and trolls were actually made to absorb a healthy amount of firepower.

The Dark Lord smiled on his throne watching the massive battle unfold between the armies of the Separatists and the Republic, the first of many, many battles in conflict that shall be known as the Clone Wars. His interests eventually shifted away from the battle to his brother where master and apprentice dueled against Count Dooku. The former Jedi Master showed himself as an absolute master of Makashi that overwhelmed both Anakin and his master in his skill. Sauron sneered in disappointment watching how Anakin was foolish enough to attack Dooku alone only for the Count's red blade to slice off his brother's hand. He at least expected Anakin to show his prowess in the Force to move objects around him to rain down on Dooku or even drop the ceiling on top of them, but it would seem Anakin lacked the discipline to use his vast potential. In the end, a small, old gremlin of all things had to come to the rescue and drive Dooku away.

"And so it begins." Sauron mused, his eyes glancing to his side where Darth Angmar stood awaiting orders. "However..."

Sauron's Eye of flame directed its attention to the far north of the galaxy. At the galactic edge beyond mapped space lay a fleet of extraterrestials having finished a journey across the great void. It was a fleet of ships made of coral and flesh housing a people cut off from the Force for their crimes. This fleet had been sitting at the edge of the galaxy with their massive world ships waiting for the right moment to strike. Unfortunately, Sauron had no place for an outside factor such as these brutes.

"My servant." Sauron rasped, getting Darth Angmar's attention. "Double our production and development. Once you have amassed a fleet approved by me, I want you to go to the northern edge of the galaxy. Whatever you find there, I want you to completely obliterate them. I will not have rivals to my rule."

"Yes, my master." Replied the Witch-King in a bow.

"Bide your time, my most loyal servant." Sauron said. "Soon, you shall have your dark hour to unleash carnage as will your brothers and sisters. All in my name."

"To your immortal rule, Lord Sauron." Angmar hailed.

'To my eternal reign.' Sauron thought oddly glum. 'Yet still alone. I need a way to fix... that.'

It never ceased to bother him how at the end of the day despite being surrounded by loyal followers he felt so alone. What he needed for some notion of companionship was no servant, but someone who was willing to be with him. A partner of some sort out of free will in order to cure him of this loneliness. He could only distract with war for so long, but for now he had a such a good show to watch. Perhaps another talk with Vaylin can soothe his mind.

(Time-Skip; Battle of Ryloth)

It was not looking good for the Republic this day. The GAR had managed to secure a victory in the destruction of the Malevolence to cripple their means of a massive superweapon, but it the troubles were not stopping. It was a great shock throughout Republican space of the horrid occupation of Ryloth by Separatists. Even worse how the Separatists were using the local Twi'lek civilians as bargaining chips for secret routes of criminals.

For certain alien species of the Republic and one General Skywalker, it angered to no end of selling a whole people into their nightmare of slavery for war intelligence. Twi'lek citizens especially of the Republic cried out for the GAR to liberate their homeworld from this atrocity. Chancellor Palpatine had soon approved of the operation to liberate Ryloth from Separatist control if only to ensure the Republic was not abandoning its own people.

However, it would seem the initial attack on the Separatist blockade was to end in crushing failure. The operation had opened up with Ahsoka, the padawan of General Skywalker, to lead her own squadron of fighters to take out the bulk of the blockade, including the lead Lucrehulk Battleship that sent a swarm of Vulture droids in the hundreds outnumbering the Republic fighters. Yet for what the Separatists had in quantity they lacked in the quality of the clone skills that breached through the swarm and flying straight towards the blockading fleet.

However, it became a trap for Republic fighters and the attacking fleet as a whole when the Separatist blockade called in reinforcements in the form of five Munificent Battlecruisers. Anti-fighter cannons lined on the hulls fired down on the shocked Republic fighters, instantly crippling their bombing run to the Lucrehulk. Anakin had ordered his padawan to retreat, but Ahsoka was not an experienced leader. Succumbed to her hubris, Ahsoka pressed her squadron forward to despite the amounting danger, but this mistake born of pride had costed not only the lives of Blue Squadron but also heavy damage sustained to the fleet overwhelmed by the Vulture swarm. In the end, the Republic fleet was less than half of its strength with the loss of a whole Venator with the other two heavily damaged and a whole squadron lost.

"Sithspit." Cursed Gen. Skywalker as he was helping his admiral to the medical bay.

Skywalker had changed since the events of Geonosis. He was one of the only Jedi generals competent in their leadership, and was widely respected among the clone army as the "Man Without Fear". Anakin kept his men safe and fought alongside them while being quite the talented general in the war. No longer a padawan, Anakin grew into his new title as a Jedi Knight wearing Republic issue armor on his shoulders over combat Jedi garbs. His face was more rugged with a scar running down one side of his face, adding to his handsome face.

Anakin could feel the frustration welling inside of him at how the operation was spiraling downwards. While the GAR had his assigned to lead the operation of freeing Ryloth, the Chosen One had a personal claim in this. As a former slave himself, he understood more than anyone the hardships the Twi'lek people on Ryloth were subjected to. How families were being torn apart being sold off like trinkets. He could practically feel children crying out for their parents, and it made his blood boil how these scum could do that. But now his mission to free Ryloth was becoming a distant dream if Anakin couldn't breach this blockade. If he failed, how would he ever face his mother and twin brother in the afterlife?

"Sir!" Alerted a clone officer, his monitor giving a blaring alarm. "I'm getting new readings from hyperspace. I-It's off the charts. Whatever is one its way, it is massive and has company."

Anakin's heart went cold at the news, and it was shared throughout the rest of the burning bridge. Did the Separatists have more reinforcements on the way to finish them off? Was this entire occupation of Ryloth just a way to deal a brutal blow to the Republic with his death? He did not know the answers, and it made a vicious scowl appear on his face.

A deep thrum echoed through the void of space, pausing all combat over the planet of Ryloth. All eyes of both Republic and Separatist stared at the new craft that put fear in all sides. The new fleet that made its self known was that terrifying a sight to see.

(Cue Vasari Theme)

Like a flock of black against the starry void and they loomed ominously like a giants. Each ship was a stark black with sharp patterns in the hull and claw-like protrusions on either bow, stern, or even starboard and port. The biggest shocker of the fleet was that most of the ships were at least bigger than a Venator, and that was not coming close to the monsters that could only be considered miniature dreadnoughts casting shadows down on Ryloth.

At the front were ships of two different designs each being over 1,700 meters in length. The first one at most of the bulk at the stern and thinned down to a neck of sorts for half of the battleship's length to a head of two prongs for massive cannons. The hull was sleek and smooth in appearance, but was covered in weapons for war in the form of missile silos near the base of the neck, a port sat on top firing a burst of yellow in a laser, and whole line of laser cannons sat the rest of the length of the ship for heavy assault.

Flying alongside it was a ship of the same length, but a much more sturdy build. The ship was divided into three sections, two on each side mirroring the other while connected to the middle. These two sections resembled an interlocking segments of a shell and the middle of the ship thinned down like a bill of a aquatic bird the further it went to the front. The whole ship was littered with weaponry, most of it lined up on the either side of the ship in massive gill-like patterns.

Behind these massive ships and supported by massive Venator-sized cruisers were capital ship carriers going over 2,100 meters in length. The bow was a curved, trident shape while the stern featured a fin-like design. Lining the sides were arrays of docking bays releasing squads of fighters and bombers in strange craft blazing red ionic energy in their wake. Right below these bays were cannons ready to unleash a full broadside at any given moment, and anti-fighter cannons unleashed lasers of red upon the Vulture droids.

In the very back was a massive ship even by the rest of its own fleet. It was like a strangely-shaped egg of sleep black and red with no discernible angles for guns and other armaments. By length it was 4,000 meters, but it was two Venators in total for the height and width, making it in short terms one hell of a fat ship. The only weapons array that seemed to be there was a line of green that glowed for a moment before unleashing three-burst, green blast shaped in a crescent wave added with ports for cannons.

"Disruptor technology!?" Exclaimed an officer. "But that kind of weaponry was banned centuries ago."

Flanking this 'mothership' were two capital ships each 1,600 meters in length sporting two protrusions at the bow and a tail at the stern similar to that of scorpion species. The 'claws' were armed with long-range cannon fire shots of green disruptor energy while the tail shot off a literal beam of green blazing through space. And accompany these titans were massive cruisers the size of Venators unleashing salvos of heavy weaponry with frigates supporting anti-fighter fire that were only half their size.

In all this shock, there was a bright silver lining in all of this. Despite the seemingly new danger brought down upon them, this new fleet was not here for the Republic's destruction. Fear turned into joy when all those weapons were being unleashed on the Separatist blockade. Already in the first salvos of red and green fire, three Munificent Battlecruisers were reduced to burning scrap.

"We have friends." Gasped a clone, laughing in victory. "Holy blazes guys, we've got some really good friends and they're giving us some neat fireworks. Gen. Skywalker, where did the Republic find some allies?"

"They didn't." Muttered Skywalker. "I don't know who this is."

But his attention was drawn to what he felt in the Force. There was an undeniably very powerful Force signature on board the mothership commanding this entire fleet. More concerning was the fact Skywalker felt on some level he knew who this rather courteous leader was helping them.

"Incoming transmission from the big one." Informed an officer. "Its going to all channels throughout the Republic."

"Play it." Anakin ordered.

On the barely operable holo-table, a red light projection of a tall man in black and red robes fit for royalty with black iron armor over his torso and limbs for open war stood over them, arms out in a wide berth. For a projection, the man gave himself a regal appeal and combined with his oddly youthful face (that was still so damn familiar) gave him a charismatic aura. His eyes however unnerved Anakin with their piercing gaze, and the kind gaze from them was very odd. A dark red hood hid away the top his head and framed his smooth face.

"Hear my words for I give this message to all Twi'leks in the galaxy." The man spoke in a baritone voice but ripe with passion. "Hear me for I come to your people not as conqueror or ruler. Nay, I come to the Twi'leks as your savior! Yes, that is right. I have come to save you Twi'leks not just from the Separatist occupation, but your cursed history. A history of a beautiful people that has been stained by diabolical acts of rape, exploitation, and slavery by the rest of the galaxy that took pleasure in your suffering. I have come to lift you of that curse forever for it has gone on for too long.

"The Republic will not help for it has failed in its promises time and time again. Even now, I see that it has sent a meager force insufficient to free your homeworld when the Republic clearly has the power to do so, yet refuse to send more for your people's liberation. And how many times throughout galactic history has your people begged to the Republic to free you of this enduring suffering on your people. They may outlaw diabolical acts of slavery within the government, but how many of your people are still out there crying in cages and dragged in chains by slavers that see you as property made flesh? Do you even feel you are a citizen to the Republic? You feel the looks, the stares that make you quiver in fear like prey in a corner. But I have come to tell you while the rest of the galaxy will look down on you, we of the Immortal Dominion will uphold the long overdue bargain that the Republic refuses to pay back!

"But how has it that you can believe me? How is it that my promises are genuine? That is because I know the suffering of your people. I have felt it myself. I was born in slavery, born in cruel chains! My first memories were my family begging for food to get along while we clinged to rags! But the Republic will never have give the freedom your people deserve. They'd rather give the criminal scum leniency while they have your families chained to walls like toys. Gaze now upon the Immortal Dominion of our Emperor Sauron. To the Separatist, to the scum in the Republic, and every rot in the stars, I GIVE NO SUCH MERCY!"

The words were carried with such passionate wrath that Anakin visibly felt it in the Force. Every Force-sensitive for hundreds of light-years could feel the man's powerful tremble in the Force. Non-sensitives felt the conviction in his voice, and to anti-slavers and Twi'leks in the galaxy it was a rallying cheer. For every criminal slaver left in the galaxy, it made this man their worst nightmare imaginable.

"RUN, RUUUN!" Roared the man. "That is my only warning to the Separatist who have harassed Ryloth and to every slaver in the galaxy. Run to whatever pitiful boss you serve or lowly deity you pray to. Tell them - I come for them! And to every Twi'lek in the galaxy, I offer you a place that is the glory of the Immortal Dominion. For the dominion is the Emperor, and the Emperor protects his own. That is a promise that I, General Alexander Skywalker, Bane of the Hutt Empire, give to you."

(End Theme)

The whole silence was palpable when the message ended that a pin would drop. Ahsoka had just arrived on the bridge, her previous sad mood of losing her entire squad forgotten in that moment hearing that last sentence. Specifically a name that shook the entire Republic and the galaxy as a whole, and all eyes locked to the only other Skywalker in the room.

Anakin was the most profound in his reaction having become numb the moment he heard that name. Shock and joy flashed in his blue eyes and his breathing was haggard. Ahsoka and the clones all watched in shock as Anakin confirmed the truth of the matter as he broke down in tears, leaning his weight on the holo-table to support himself. Sobs escaped his mouth, but his lips was in the brightest of smiles Ahsoka had ever seen.

"He's alive..." Cried Anakin. "My brother's alive..."

The minds on the bridge went blank from Anakin's reaction and they all continued to stare at Anakin with open jaws. Only Ahsoka managed to get her wits back, only to loudly express her thoughts.

"THERE'S ANOTHER SKYGUY!?" Ahsoka exclaimed.

(Aboard the Dominion Mothership "Grisha")

'All according to plan.' Sauron thought, sitting comfortably in his throne in the bridge, overlooking Uruk officers managing their monitors with gleeful expressions as the ship fired upon the Separatist blockade.

He had to admit to himself Sauron was living up to his moniker of the "Deceiver". Not even his old allies in his dimension would ever have thought the Dark Lord would speak such words for freedom for a people for the purpose of deception. The best part was Sauron meant every word, to a certain extent. He will give the Twi'leks their desired freedom and equality, but it was all a part of his plan to tear the Republic from the inside. His words will create a ripple through the nonhuman community within the Republic and eventually lead to civil unrest. They will riot about the Republic betraying their trust and letting their slaved brethren suffer. The Twi'lek citizens and Ryloth as a whole will want to secede to the Immortal Dominion, and Sauron knew that the Republic was truly rotten enough to make sure they stay by force. The problem for the Republic was that the Twi'lek race ranked very high in population in the galaxy, and the unrest will spread to other nonhuman races that have felt scorned the same way.

The Republic will be forced to fight on two fronts, one at home and one against the Separatist, while the Immortal Dominion makes itself the hero devastating the Separatist. As for his station, Sauron did not believe to reveal himself the actual emperor of the dominion, and found it more suitable in his plans to be the top general of the navy instead. Perhaps he could invite some people like Anakin to his palace on Arda to reveal himself as the actual emperor. It would certainly be quite amusing.

Speaking about his brother, Sauron felt him on one of the Venators. His connection to the Force was far stronger than it was years ago on Geonosis, and perhaps stronger than Dooku. Sauron could feel Anakin's roiling emotions when he revealed his birth name, mostly being joy. He... honestly did not know what to think about his twin brother or his apparent joy of his return. Did Anakin think he was dead? Even that thought of Anakin thinking on Alex being dead was weird. It should amuse him, but Sauron could only feel weird about that.

A sigh left Sauron's lips when a ripple in the Force from Anakin. No doubt his brother wanted to reunite with him for some convoluted reason of family that still alluded the former Maiar. He has heard of love, but such mortal concepts were beneath him, or so he thought. In a mortal body, those concepts were forcefully shoved upon him, but Sauron never recognized love. Lust maybe in some moments of humility Sauron buried away in his mind, but love was so... abstract. Mortal love escaped Sauron's understanding unlike all the others, and even that was a stretch certain times.

But enough of those trivial thoughts. Maybe talking to Vaylin again when he returned to Arda will clear things up. For now, Sauron was just going to enjoy these spectacular fireworks that never seemed to get old. His Uruks seemed to be enjoying themselves blowing them up.

While Sauron will play the hero, his plans are much more sinister. Sure, he could fight both the Republic and the Separatists, both he doesn't need to have two opposing forces unite against him. The fact is his forces are actually in half concerning he sent Darth Angmar's fleet to fight the Yuuzhon Vong. Sauron isn't taking any chances with getting his rule over the stars.

So yeah, I did base Sauron's navy off the Vasari. The Vasari were one of my favorite sci-fi factions as owners of some the coolest ship designs. They were perfect for what Sauron's fleet should look like. I obviously scaled them up to massive sizes because I want Sauron's navy to equal that of the Empire in its days. The Separatists can bridge that gap slightly with their own ships, but they are not prepared for the Uruk and trolls with laser guns and space armor. That is a terrifying thought. Here's how I compare the strength of Vasari ships to give you an idea.

-Enforcer-class Venator/Munificent.

-Skirantra-class (Carrier) Lucrehulk. (Lucrehulk falls behind in firepower and endurance.)

-Vulkoras-class Assault Ship Star Destroyer. (Star Destroyer falls behind in firepower.)

-Kortul-class Battleship = Star Destroyer. (In terms of versatility.)

-Vorastra Titan = Super Star Destroyer Eclipse. (Share the same firepower and endurance.)

If anyone is confused about Sauron's appearance to the public without his usual armor and mask, he basically looks like the Hand from Shadow of Mordor. Lovely game by the way and great sequel.

I have new ideas for stories I like your thoughts about. I can't help it. These things come whenever they fucking want to.

White Light of Life, a RWBY and Green Lantern crossover.

Summary: Ruby's Silver Eyes are powered by her love of life. The white light of the Entity is powered by life. What do you get when you give Ruby Rose a white ring and lantern of unrivaled cosmic power? You get the first and most powerful White Lantern. Arkos, ReNora.

-White Lanterns: Ruby Rose, Summer Rose (resurrected), Aya.

-Red Lantern: Yang Xiao Long.

-Blue Lantern: Lie Ren.

-Green Lantern: Jaune Arc. Nora Valkyrie

-Violet Lantern: Pyrrha Nikos.

-Indigo Lantern: Weiss Schnee.

-Yellow Lantern: Blake Belladona.

Fastest Huntress Alive, a RWBY and Flash crossover.

Summary: Ruby isn't really that different than her usual self. She still loves weapons and her Crescent Rose. It is just that, well, she's a little - actually a lot faster. Fast-enough-to-beat-everyone fast. Fast-enough-to-time-travel fast. And she also needs to wear a special suit to not catch on fire when running - and needs to eat a lot more. *Sigh* And this all started when Roman decided to go international and steal experimental Atlas tech. Speedster Ruby. Probably crack-fic.

I am surprised that I get at least seven hours of sleep with all this.

Up next is Chapter 6.

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