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Chapter 6: The Dark Gift
"Troubling, this is."
The biggest understatement of the entire Clone Wars came from the holo-projection of Master Yoda contacting from the Jedi temple. With Masters Obi-wan and Windu, the projections of the Jedi masters stood on the holo-table. Facing the masters was Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker and his padawan Ahsoka Tano. The older Jedi was visibly tense and occasionally spared glances at the Dominion's fleet shredding the Separatist blockade.
His alive brother's fleet!
It was almost obvious that Anakin wanted nothing more to do than take his personal ship and fly all the way to see his brother. The Jedi masters could see the conflict in Anakin. Even Ahsoka could feel the tension from her master. The air felt heavy with it.
"Of all things, another faction to enter the Clone Wars." Obi-wan said. "And they have their own Skywalker."
"The galaxy is doomed." Mumbled Ahsoka. "Another Skyguy..."
"Great, isn't it?" Anakin perked up, trying to soothe the sour mood. "I mean, we have friends to fight against the Separatist."
Mace Windu glowered at Anakin. "Jedi Knight Skywalker, you have some serious explanation not just to me, to your master, but your entire order."
"... It wasn't my place to say." Answered Anakin, getting a shocked look from Ahsoka.
"Anakin!" Exclaimed Obi-wan. "You have no idea of the magnitude this troubles me, and more so the Jedi Council. You purposely withheld information of the fact you have a brother, Anakin. You could have at least told me."
"Qui Gon knew." Anakin revealed, his eyes narrowing.
"What?" Obi-wan said, put off that his deceased master knew about Alexander's existence.
"Qui Gon knew about my brother, and his own strength in the Force." Anakin revealed. "He - I wanted, I begged Alexander to come with me when Qui Gon offered him to go as well. My brother denied. I guess he wanted to stay with Mom to look after her."
Obi-wan winced at the reminder of his failing to his apprentice to go to his mother. Anakin had visions of her death, yet no one offered him the chance to go save her. Instead, Yoda told him to accept her death, and he would have probably told Anakin the same. When he came back and heard the news himself, Obi-wan felt heavy pity for his padawan for having to bury his mother. He took a silent vow to never let his brother in spirit suffer like that again.
"Your brother denied coming to the Jedi Order?!" Master Windu exclaimed incredulously. "And Qui Gon accepted this!?"
"It is not our place to force possible applicants to come to the Jedi Temple." Obi-wan objected to his fellow master. "We would be no better than Sith."
Windu narrowed his eyes at Obi-wan. "We still should have known about the existence of a brother."
"Enough!" Yoda interrupted, and his presence in the Force despite light-years away gave the masters pause. "Past is past. Undo Qui Gon's decisions, we cannot. Accept we can only in the present."
"Deny the other Skywalker's power, we cannot ignore." Yoda continued in a grave tone, his old eyes bearing on Anakin. "Strong in the Force he is. Very strong. All the way here, I felt it. Younglings too. Crying some have overwhelmed by Alexander's power. Passionate and full of wrath his presence carries of the weight of a planet."
"But he is on our side fighting the Separatist; he's not a threat to the Republic." Anakin argued, then realizing his mistake and held himself back. "Forgive me for my outburst, masters. It's just... I've lived through years thinking all of my family was dead."
"Your brother is not a threat to the Republic, at least not directly." Windu clarified. "However, his recent message will create chaos in the Republic. I can already feel the people's outrage in the Force, and it is not friendly towards the Senate."
When the masters had nothing else to say, Ahsoka decided to say her piece. "Masters, what do we do now?"
"For now, stay your distance." Obi-wan ordered. "The liberation of Ryloth is out of our hands, and we cannot afford to make another enemy. Let our... mutual aggressor deal with this."
The transmission ended with the warble of machinery and the holograms disappeared. Anakin's shoulders slumped from mental exhaustion from that entire conversation. He turned back to look out the front of the bridge where in the distance he watched in hidden glee of his brother's fleet finishing off the last of the blockade. Ahsoka, however, looked at the destructive with apprehensive uncertainty.
"Are you really okay with this, master?" Ahsoka asked nervously.
"Relax, Snips." Anakin said without care, savoring the destruction of the Lucrehulk under the broadside fire of two capital ships and the one mothership. "Just enjoy the fireworks my brother is putting on."
"Yeah... your brother..." Mumbled Ahsoka. "I still can't believe you have a brother, and you didn't tell me!"
Anakin quirked an eyebrow. "That's what your so worked up about? That I didn't tell you about my personal life?"
"No!" Exclaimed Ahsoka, tugging on her montrals. "I mean - maybe? It's just this is so bizarre. There's another freaking Skyguy out there and of course I am freaking out about it."
"You make it sound as if us Skywalkers are a menace to the galaxy." Anakin said with a grin.
Ahsoka deadpanned. "Skyguy, I've known you enough that you may as well be, and with another of you around just as crazy it might as well be the whole universe in trouble."
"Hate to break it to you Snips," Anakin clarified, "but my twin-"
"Oh Force, twins!?" Ahsoka exclaimed frantically. "That's even worse."
"My twin and I," Anakin pressed on, making no room for further interruptions, "rarely see eye-to-eye."
"Huh?" Ahsoka responded, blinking in confusion as the Lucrehulk exploded in the distance.
"Despite us being twins," Anakin said, his eyes aimless as he brought up memories long ago, "we could not be anymore different. Think of me but the opposite. He was always reclusive, quiet, and snarky sometimes."
"You mean he's not as reckless as you are, Skyguy." Ahsoka poked fun with a smile on her face.
Anakin chuckled. "Definitely not. Alex would call me an idiot half the time, and the other half sulking for no reason. He didn't really have any friends, always alone. I always tried to get him to be social, but he denied me every time. We couldn't be more different, but he is still family."
Ahsoka smiled longingly. "That must seem nice to have a brother of blood. At the Jedi Temple, I only had Sierra and Samak."
"You sound like you are all really close." Anakin noted.
"We are." Ahsoka confirmed. "It was Master Plo Koon that brought all three of us to the temple. I was kind of alone without him there at the temple, but Sierra and Samak were always there for me. They were a really neat duo before me, and I was glad to that I got to join in their little circle. We practically raised each other as younglings in the temple, training together, and even meditating with each other. Well, Sierra tried to; I'll admit I was very jumpy back then. She was always so serious with the Force, but Sierra was always kind and playful. Samak was more in the middle, and he sometimes reminds me of Plo Koon and was really good with any kind of lightsaber. I guess that's why he became Master Plo Koon's padawan."
"They seem like good friends." Anakin said. "Keep them close, Snips."
"They're the best, and I will, Skyguy." Ahsoka said, gazing out to the planet of Ryloth and watching the fires of what was left of the Separatist fleet. "You're right. Those are good fireworks."
(With Obi-wan)
A few light years away where three Acclamator cruisers were on standby, one of them housed Master Obi-wan Kenobi on the bridge. He had changed dramatically from his time as a padawan, having grown a trimmed brown beard. Most of his standard Jedi robes were replaced with Republic issue armor shown on his chest, shoulders, and legs, and his lightsaber hilt was hanging off his utility belt. The master of Soresu had just ended the transmission between himself and Anakin in the wake of this shocking development and he was busy rubbing his temples to hold down a migraine. This whole operation had officially gone FUBAR faster than any situation around Anakin got worse.
And that was all surrounding the shocking fact that his former padawan had a brother! A brother of all things, and Anakin never bothered to tell him. He wanted to understand why Anakin would keep this secret, but he could only grasp at straws. Kenobi simply could not place himself in Anakin's place in his life. They make think of themselves as brothers in spirit, but there was a difference when it came to brothers of blood. Brothers who had known each other literally from birth. At this point, Obi-wan prayed to the Force that this Alexander Skywalker was nowhere near as reckless as his apprentice.
"I have a very bad feeling about this." Kenobi muttered under his breath.
Scratch that, he had an absolutely terrible feeling about this conundrum! His clairvoyance in the Force only told him nothing good in any possibility in the near future. Kenobi knew the moment Alexander called out to the Twi'leks across the galaxy and placed doubt in their minds in the capability of the Republic. He feared possible secession of hundreds of billions going to this new Immortal Dominion and this Emperor Sauron that they were apparently led by. If there was one silver-lining, it was that Ryloth may be saved from the Separatist but it may never return in the hands of the Republic. Worse, there may be galaxy-wide riots of massive Twi'leks leaving Republic systems, and Obi-wan had a sense of dread that the Senate was not so inclined to lose a member.
"Are you fine, master?" Asked a melodic, yet young voice of female origin.
Obi-wan slowly came around, and had to hold in a grimace when he saw his newest padawan. His Twi'lek padawan by the name of Sierra Oeroj. A female Twi'lek, Sierra was a young one at the same age as Ahsoka, and carried a very rare pigmentation from her race that made her skin have a dark red sheen with violet stripes and dots over her body in a blending pattern. It almost made her look dark in nature, but one look in her onyx eyes rimmed in bright blue told of undeniable righteousness and nobility befitting of a fresh, yet talented padawan that had the honor of being mentored under him. Her lekku were not that long, only reaching her neck length since she has just started puberty.
Obi-wan was not so surprised as he had been notified by the Council he was to be given a new padawan, one of three of the rising stars at the temple. She came along with Ahsoka on that battle on Christophis. At first, Obi-wan assumed that it was Ahsoka Tano to be his apprentice until it came to a shock that the young Togruta was to be Anakin's apprentice, but he wasn't left out with Sierra. As it turned out, both Sierra and Ahsoka were considered two of three rising star padawans that had been assigned, and the third, a male Zabrak by the name of Samak, was assigned to Master Plo Koon.
The master of Soresu was impressed by his new apprentice since they began training, which Obi-wan will admit he had missed in his days when Anakin was still his padawan. Unlike Ahsoka, Sierra was far more reserved in her attitude, but had her bright moments of character once having fun in jokes with the clone troopers. She seemed more of a councilor than a guardian jedi with her demeanor and her strong connection in the Force that was above average. However, Sierra managed to show a surprising aptitude in the end as a mix of sentinel and guardian, and was always on the lookout to help those she could around her.
Speaking of her connection to the Force, Sierra carried a profound faith in it. A genuine trust and servitude in the Force that was unfortunately rare in the temple, and that made her shine bright in the Force. She was never one to overlook the helpless, showing a warm compassion that made Obi-wan greatly respect his padawan. That only grew when he learned of Sierra's preferred style of combat revolved Soresu as a foundation of sorts and then building on with Ataru. Obi-wan was a devoted master of Soresu and had studied Ataru under Qui Gon, making them an almost perfect duo of master and padawan. He honestly could not have asked better in a new student and friend.
But now Obi-wan was faced with a dilemma. He was worried for Sierra after Gen. Alexander Skywalker's speech and his very passionate goal of 'saving' the Twi'lek race from their cursed legacy. Saving in which could cause chaos in the Republic as Obi-wan definitely felt heated tensions in the nonhuman denizens of the Republic, especially the Twi'leks. Obi-wan didn't understand not being a Twi'lek himself, but his padawan was an entirely different story. As a Jedi she had an obligation to the Republic and the Jedi Order, but she also had strong loyalty to her own people that were being given this chance of a gamble for a better life, at the cost of the abandoning the Republic. She didn't show it in her eyes, but it still made Obi-wan uneasy how to approach the topic.
"I'm... not at my best." Obi-wan answered with a heavy sigh. "This whole operation has gone completely off the railing. It will have to be abandoned."
"FUBAR, sir, FUBAR." Muttered a clone officer on the lower floor of the bridge.
"Yes, this is... chaotic." Sierra said with a long pause, trying to find the right words.
"Sierra," Obi-wan said, mustering up his courage, "are you... okay with what has happened? With has come about with this new factor?"
But Sierra could read between the lines as a sad smile tugged on her lips. "You're wondering what do I think about the Dominion's promise to welcome my people, but abandon the Republic?"
This time Obi-wan could not hide the grimace. Sierra had proven since her induction as his new padawan that she had too sharp a mind. A mind that Obi-wan would joke Skywalker could use occasionally, but it hurt on the inside to even ask such a thing to his new padawan.
"To be honest, I do feel some conflict." Sierra admitted, her eyes averting down to the durasteel floor. "A part of me feels that my people should go find freedom away from the problems of the galaxy. I also see that this will cause more problems than solve them. I know that there are significant number of my people who feel the laws of the galaxy are inadequate to right the wrongs they once suffered from.
"But it all stems from a need to take vengeance on a galaxy that they feel has scorned them, and through the Twi'lek history, and this message is going to call out to that vengeance. Master, I do wish for my people to be rid of their cursed legacy of being enslaved, as trophies to the criminal empire, but not like this. I'd rather stick to the Republic and do it the right way. That is what I believe the Force tells me is right."
Obi-wan smiled down at his padawan. She truly had a one of a kind spirit, but the way Sierra put it out made Kenobi feel a lump of dread for the Twi'lek race. It felt as though they were trading one slaver for a potential worse one in the Immortal Dominion.
"I sense your worry, master." Sierra noted, her lips going into a small smile. "How about another spar lesson to vent it out? I still want to shape up my Soresu to flow with Shii-cho."
Kenobi chuckled in amusement, but nonetheless nodded in agreement. Sierra's eyes brightened up, and she was almost on the verge of jumping on the spot. Her strong points were more in her strong connection in the Force that Kenobi will admit exceeded his own, but she was eager to learn more of the arts of the lightsaber. Obi-wan was more than happy to continue teaching his new padawan in Soresu and Ataru. The pair soon went down the elevator to the lower levels to find a secluded chamber to practice their saber forms.
Still, there was a feeling of worry for the world of Ryloth, not just from Obi-wan but also Sierra as well. This operation was meant to liberate her homeworld from the Separatists and give the homes back to the Twi'leks. They were supposed to be on the ground freeing her people and making sure minimal destruction on their homes. The dark fleet that obliterated the Separatist did not look for liberation. It sought what was the most common in war: conquest.
(With Sauron)
The Jedi were to 'liberate' Ryloth. They were to save the people and homes of this planet. Be the so-called noble Republic in the face of the Twi'leks in their demise.
How utterly naive. That way of thinking was no place in war. In war, it was fight or die. There was no unnecessary destruction on a scale such as this. In a war for the galaxy, the only goal is to win. If a planet is to be freed, the enemy opposition must be given no quarter. The Twi'leks of Ryloth have been abused and subjugated by the Separatist as merchandise.
Sauron could taste the darkness as his ships descended down on the planet. He fed on the despair, fear, and anger of the Twi'lek populace like an antique wine. The Dark Lord particularly liked the heavy thirst of vengeance. A vengeance that the Republic would only give at the bare minimum as they focus saving the populous instead of winning a war. Unlike the GAR, Sauron planned to wage actual war, and that meant no mercy to the obstacle that stood between him and his acquisition of Ryloth and possibly the Twi'lek race as a whole into his Immortal Dominion.
The Emperor of the Immortal Dominion joined his servants of Uruk and Olog-hai in the coming battle. The whole army was carried in the giant mothership with smaller ones in the carriers. Enemy cannon fire from the ground threatened to bring down his transport ships. Who said he was using drop ships?
High above the enemy outpost too close to artillery, the giant mothership and carriers suddenly released a salvo. At first glance, it looked like hundres of bombs to destroy the Separatist occupation despite their captives. However, the 'bombs' were far too big for the usual weaponry in the galaxy, at least on the legal side, and they were nowhere close to cause damage. These 'bombs' did not explode on impact with the ground and rather the hull held sturdy and destroyed whatever earth was in the way.
One descended with an audible whistle at an angle that trashed the front gate being as the 'bomb' was even bigger. It was an odd looking contraption, lacking anything to give out an ignition system or engines. The head of the 'bomb' was rounded and near the epicenter a huge hatch the same diameter of a tank was elongated and thickened from the rest of the structure. As if it was meant to open up...
'Begin the attack. Destroy all machinery. Keep Twi'lek losses to a minimum, but there are always casualties in war.'
That was the mental command that went through the entire army of the Immortal Dominion. The voice of their lord and god echoed in their heads, summoning the drums of war, and making black blood boil for battle. The droids that came to investigate the bomb suddenly jumped when a bang came from the head of it. They slowly stepped back while having their blasters trained on the head of the ship. A still silence settled in the area, and the command droid watching the scene via a holo transmission waited silently.
One of the droids decided to settle its weapon. "Probably some faulty bu-"
The droid never got to finish its dialogue suddenly being swatted away into the cliff in multiple pieces. A dust cloud picked up, but the droids' circuits were on overdrive hearing the sounds of their brethren having their metal bodies torn apart. Their sensors picked up a shadow from the dust cloud coming closer to them and way bigger than it should be. It leered back a giant head before suddenly thrusting forward for the Separatist, and soon the galaxy at large to see a whole new type of terror.
ROOOOOOOAAAAAR!
(Cue Shadows of the Past)
An ugly head unleashed an animalistic roar, sending foul-smelling spittle on the rest of the droids. It was a humongous figure at thirty feet covered in advanced armor colored a dark grey over gray thick skin and under that lying ten tonnes of muscle. Mean beady eyes glared at them in nothing but wrath and hardly had the intelligence of a normal sentient being, indicated by its flat skull and face. The mouth opened up to jaws of stubby teeth and a sharp purple tongue. Three thick digits for fingers were gripping a giant black club as big as two men and strong enough to damage a tank in its right hand. The left hand was occupied holding the hatch like an improvised shield. On an armor brace on its right forearm was a muzzle for a tank cannon connected to a giant power battery on its back.
This was the most devastating and formidable shock troops of the Immortal Dominion, the troll copied and created from the ones of Arda through the use of Sith Alchemy. A troll that was already a dangerous beast of power and muscle enhanced for galactic war with advanced fit for galactic war and armed with the modern day weaponry proportionate to its size to have the same firepower of a tank.
"What is tha-" Panicked one of the droids as it started firing its blaster.
The red bolts dissipated harmlessly on the troll's armor and in response it snorted at the tiny machines. With a groaning growl, it swung down its giant club on top of the droids, reducing the both of them into two piles of scrap heap. The hulking creature gave another bestial roar, calling forth smaller, shrill cries from the apparent pod.
Hopping from the pod was a whole platoon of burly humanoid bulky in muscle and armor. Thick black armor of a design not seen since the days of the Sith Empire adorned their entire figure dotted with white blinking lights to indicate internal circuitry. Some had helms displaying terrifying red eyes and a breathing apparatus that either looked like gnashing teeth or horns. Those who didn't bother with head protection revealed faces hungry to wage war. With skin ranging from dark grey to pale yellow to pitch black, the faces of the humanoids were not a sight to see. Eyes of red or yellow peered with unrivaled bloodlust for battle and were more like a predator on the hunt. Their lips would part in snarls to reveal sharp teeth meant to tear into flesh, pointed ears, and greasy hair going down their backs.
These are the Uruks creatures born from Sauron's machinations and born for war. Compared to his army in Arda, they were far better quality exceeding the Uruk-hai Saruman created. Where the Republic had clone troopers trained to peak and the Separatists swarms of metal dolls, Sauron's hordes of Uruk thrived in war. His honed craft adapted to Sith Alchemy actually made the Uruks significantly more appealing in looks compared to the ones in Arda where the first of their brethren were made from the mutilation of elves. Though Sauron had made pits on his world of Mordor to birth them, they were perfectly capable of reproducing naturally with a female companion. Sauron idly wondered if in that way an Uruk, or half Uruk, would be born Force-sensitive.
In their hands they wielded rifles that had a spiny look to it on the top. The barrel extended to a pronged point sharp enough to pierce through Republic-issue armor (not that it took a lot of effort to do so) where it shot off a bolt of green upon the droids standing the road. Running from the tip of the barrel to the trigger was a serrated sleek vibroblade brimming with green energy, and a battery chamber extending off the side allowed the Uruks handling on the gun as a result. The butt of the rifle was made in a way that the Uruk if he so chose to could wield the rifle like a single-edged blade, and with deadly efficiency.
A brief exchange of green and red bolts filled the street before the droids were dealt. The troll took the charge ahead and more Uruks poured out till another troll crawled out of the giant pod. This was such a similar occurrence where every pod was dropped pouring out the armies of the Immortal Dominion. From hyperspace, enormous transport cruisers entered the atmosphere and invaded the planet from all sides. Within those dark hulls were the chants of Uruk to go into battle with their drums bellowing through the steel hulls.
There was only one slight change concerning one pod that landed inside the outpost. It was far smaller and darker in appearance, and the overly large hatch wasn't there. B1 battle droids accompanied by super battle droids aimed their sights on the pod. Their programming had updated on the threat and were now programmed for instant termination.
The droids froze when a red blade of plasma burned through the hull and made a quick cut of a circle big enough for two people to fit through. That did not come close to the fear overloading the droids' sensors when shrill screech reverberated from the pod. A shriek so loud it reached to all corners of the outpost and miles out, making the living who heard it try to cover their ears to stop the screaming on their souls. Black was all the droids picked up before the next second they were cut into pieces of melting scrap and standing behind them was a being wreathed in shadow of a cloak. He had a stocky build standing at six feet currently, but a red thick tail covered in scales stretched out from the confines of the dark cloak for at least eight feet. In iron-clawed hands was a saber pike as tall as the living shadow and the bright red plasma blade went on for three feet in length. The face was hidden by the cowl that summoned pitch darkness, but occasionally a serpent's tongue would hiss out. On his left index finger was a peculiar ring of dark silver with a red gem.
It sprang into a black and red blur down the street, swinging its pike in wide arcs through the platoons of droids patrolling the village. Behind it, a company of Uruk followed the Nazgul picking up any stragglers with brutal ease. Where enemy fire could rain from and from the homes of the Twi'leks, the Uruks responded with heavy weaponry in light machine guns and four-barreled rocket launchers. They soon came to a road block in the form of a tank. One of the retreating B1 droids stopped to the tank.
"Blast those scary organics." The B1 droid shriekd.
The droids operating the floating tank acknowledged the words of its brethren and prepared to aim its barrels. The serpentine Nazgul loomed over the tank, his tail carrying up in the air by 13 feet. He stretched his right arm towards the tank, and the war machine found itself unable to turn its turrets as it was caught in some unseen force.
"You cannot stop the Nazgul." The voice of the lamia said, his voice a hissy rasp. "Know the power of Darth Karngae."
With a flick of his wrist, the barrels of turrets were bended in odd angles by the Force. Darth Karnage did not stop there launching forward and cutting through the top half of the tank in one arc of red. Slowly, the head of the tank slid off and it fell to the ground once its systems failed.
"Go forward." Darth Karnage hissed to his soldiers, pointing forward. "Have none of these scrap dolls stand in our way."
"You eard 'im, you maggots." Shouted a large Uruk with a dark grey face and a banner of a red eye coming from his back, standing on a platform built on the shoulder of a troll. "Break down these walking dummies."
The Uruks gave a war bellows, the same a pack of ravenous predators would make on the hunt and they ran forward with fervor. Wherever they went, destruction followed in their unrelenting attack to destroy the enemy droids. Homes were not spared, reduced to rubble and flames. Finally, Darth Karnage and his followers came upon the center of the outpost where in a pit were the villagers taken hostage and at the sidelines were the anti-air cannons. Those same cannons were being turned on them.
The commanding Warchief on the troll was quick to make an order. "Bring out the boomsticks."
A heavy weapons unit rushed to the front, garbed in thick plates of black armor decorated in war paint of red eyes. In their hands they hefted a massive weapon in the form of a red rocket launcher. The head of it was carved to resemble a breathing dragon and from the mouth were four barrels with an extremely HE projectile made from components considered illegal in the Republic. They aimed at the cannons and each fired one missile for each. Like four red comets, they streaked through the air visibly smaller than GAR payload but on impact they created a rather large boom that destroyed the walking cannons in one shot.
It was the single for the trolls to charge in and wreck havoc through the ranks of the droids. Red bolts were unleashed on the behemoth only meet its overly sized shield. The Warchief on its shoulder fired from a mounted gun on the droids, cackling with sadistic glee as he did so. Some of the Uruks lost their senses going into close quarters where they tore the limbs of droids off and beating them with their own parts. Darth Karnage slithered to the center where the Twi'leks were huddled, and on sight of the Nazgul they shivered in fear at his aura of dread.
On the either side was another few platoons that had engaged and conquered the enemy on the other side of the village. Their own Warchief, Solgef the Angry, was a ten feet tall Olag-hai dressed in armor from head-to-toe while blasting down droids with a personal cannon attached to a power battery on his back for ammo. But at the very spear point of the group dashing through the ranks of droids and slicing through the hulls of the tanks was Karnage's fellow Nazgul. He had a height of 6'3", an average given his species, and his black cloak did little to hide his burly figure. Behind the darkness hiding his face were snarls and growls akin to a Warg. The Nazgul attacked like an animal, notably dashing off three of his limbs while his right arm gripped his lightsaber, one of unique design using the hilt of a mace and having a hollowed out head of a serrated club separated into four sections a foot long. From the center did the blade emerge, making the weapon taller than the owner, but little did hinder the brutality that was Darth Ghrond. A Shistavanen that was worthy to be made a Nazgul as he proudly displayed his Ring of Power on his right clawed finger.
The Shistavanen's Force senses alerted him of danger and pounced away from a blast of a tank. Red eyes darted to the broken wreck of one of the Separatist cannons. Using the Force, Darth Ghrond lifted one of the legs via telekinesis and rammed through the tank with the precision of a spear. A growling chuckle could be heard from darkness inside the hood.
The commander droid's computing systems were malfunctioning having failed to adapt to this unprecedented situation. His programming was designed to counter the GAR, not this new faction known as the Immortal Dominion. Their brutal tactics and destruction in warfare were a stark contrast to the GAR. Suddenly, the commander droid found itself in an invisible grip and was floated out of the tank cockpick and found himself before Darth Karnage and Darth Ghrond, and surrounding them were the Twi'leks that the Separatist harrassed.
The cowl of Darth Karnage turned to the gathered citizens. He could smell their fear to himself and his armies, but beneath that was a boiling need for vengeance against the droid that has abused them. Without a word, Darth Karnage threw the droid down before the people.
"Let this be the first of the many gifts our Emperor gives to you." Darth Karnage hissed over the crowd. "He is giving your eternal freedom from a galaxy that would sooner see you in chains. The Republic will only give you temporary liberation. The Immortal Dominion offers you a paradise and vengeance. So accept this and take your well-deserved vengeance on the scum that would see you no different than the dirt."
Though some of the Twi'leks did not understand Basic, Karnage's voice was laced in the Force that coaxed their rage to the surface. The fear in their eyes gave way to a sweet wrath that the Nazgul gleefully took in. The Twi'leks unleashed their wrath on their former oppressor and they took glee tearing the droid's circuitry apart. However, Karnage could gleam from the Twi'leks they would gladly rip out the guts of the living Separatists that would enslave them. For today, they declared to be slaves no more.
'Outpost in the north sector is secure, my lord.' Darth Karnage spoke via a mental link to Sauron through his Ring of Power. 'And we are gaining more support of the people.'
'Good.' Replied the powerful voice that was the Dark Lord Sauron, echoing inside of the lamia's head. 'Make the denizens doubt the strength in their current masters. Have them come to us willingly while the Republic tears itself apart trying to be kept together. Their distrust and so-called democracy will be their downfall.'
'At once, my lord.' Karnage repled in perfect obedience, then coming back to reality where the denizens were cheering in victory while brandishing droid parts, and even some imagining them to be limbs of the living.
A dark smile stretched within the darkness of the Nazgul's cowl. Yes, these people who have oppressed for thousands of years will make an excellent addition to the Immortal Dominion. Most importantly is their inborn rage against the rest of the galaxy, and the Immortal Dominion will gladly have them unleashed on the Republic.
I want to write more, but I thought it would be better for the next chapter instead. Now we have seen the power that is the Uruk armies. And we've done it, peope. We have give trolls with big-ass space guns! There is something about a lumbering pile of ugly and muscle armed with a tank cannon that is absolutely terrifying. The inspiration for this concept of LOTR trolls armed in space armor and weaponry came from Gears of War and those hulking creatures with cannons on their heads. For the Uruks, I wanted to have a weapon that can double as a sword because I can't unsee them in close quarters combat, and that Uruks cannot resist the temptation to gut the people up close. We have also seen the new Nazgul, Darth Karnage and Darth Ghrond, a lami and wolf man respectively. I have no clue what the rest of the Nazgul could be. I am still up for suggestions.
As for Obi-wan's new apprentice, I felt that a slight balancing was needed, and I always figured that Obi-wan wanted to teach again. It certainly would help in his character to have a new student and friend, and one that shares his likeness in Soresu. Sierra's style of lightsaber combat is to open up with Soresu and then building on it with either Shii-cho for crowd control or Ataru. With her, Ahsoka, and Samak, there is quite a bit of history between them that makes them entirely unique in the Jedi Order. Samak is sort of the leader of the trio and is the most prodigal as I wanted to put in an OC that reminds me of Kao Cen Darach, who shall forever be remembered as badass for wielding a saber staff and a regular lightsaber at the same time against two Sith Lords and killing one of them. For the new OCs lightsaber colors, I will leave that for you to guess.
Up next is Chapter 7: Reality of War.
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