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Chapter 8: Welcome to the Dominion
Ahsoka Tano didn't know what to expect too busy keeping her nerves down and keeping Master Skywalker from doing anything reckless. The battle for Ryloth was swift with the forces of this new Infinite Dominion defeating the Separatists in less than a day across the planet through shock-and-awe tactics. They really couldn't see much as the Republic fleet did not dare to go near the Infinite Dominion and their huge ships. As soon as it ended, Anakin raced off to his personal starfighter with only Ahsoka able to follow him to make sure he didn't do something disastrous.
The Togruta could understand on some level, and the swirl of emotions she felt through their bond as Master and Padawan. Anakin was bursting with them from news that his twin brother and the only family alive was still alive in the galaxy. As they approached the ruined city of Lothal, Ahsoka also became increasingly anxious. Her mind came up with too many possibilities of what Alexander Skywalker looked like, and what kind of man he was to have become general in a new government.
She wasn't expecting for the very person to meet them when they landed on Lothal's ship, but that could've been Anakin's acute sense in the Force that guided him. There was no mistaking Alexander's own presence in the Force crashing down like another sea against that of Anakin. Ahsoka was certainly not expecting how awfully different Alex looked in comparison to his master. He both taller by an inch, had bright gold eyes instead of blue, and had pale blonde hair. The only similar feature that marked as siblings was their jawline, but that was where it all ended.
A black cowl hid most of his hair, casting his face in a shadow that highlighted his pale skin and eyes. Sleeves of dark royal blue and a black skirt reminiscent to a cloak gave him a sense of nobility she found in Padme. Yet he did not bother to hide away the actual metal armor of a chest plate, arm bracers, and boots that made him look like a warrior prince. The kind who naturally led armies into battle as Ahsoka had picked from both allies and adversaries. He gave this aura of royalty similar to the one she felt from Senator Amidala, as if he was some sort of prince.
'He's definitely different.' Thought Ahsoka, carefully observing the dark outfitted man. 'Just wasn't really prepared for this. If it weren't for the face, no one would think they were even born on the same planet.'
This Alex was way too different from Anakin. His posture was too stiff in a straightened way and he kept an unbreakable calm expression. Those golden eyes projected something that unnerved Ahsoka, and they heavily contrasted to Anakin's deep blue. It was like looking directly into a raging inferno, yet Ahsoka couldn't feel malevolence. In fact, reaching through the Force, Ahsoka couldn't find anything to denote his allegiance to the Dark Side of the Force. There was however no mistaking the sheer pressure of his presence in the Force that made Ahsoka feel she was standing alone in a vast sea, whereas Anakin was an unreachable pillar of might that touched a sunlit sky. Two people unreachable in the power of the Force, now standing before each other.
'I wouldn't be surprised if everything exploded with this much power.' Ahsoka thought in mild trepidation, glancing to her master.
Anakin the entire time he had jumped out from the cockpit of his starship, he could stare in disbelief at his twin brother. While now older into adulthood as they both have grown into, there was no denying those striking golden eyes. Now attuned in the Force, Anakin can tell that the strong familiarity he felt at the man standing before him was certainly his brother staring back at him. Yet he couldn't muster the strength to speak a word to him, drawing a heavy silence on the platform.
"Alex." Anakin choked out.
'Alex' chuckled. "Hello, little brother."
Ahsoka did not expect for her master to literally go into a Force Dash and capture the general of the Immortal Dominion in a hug. She didn't notice the slight widening of Alex's eyes to indicate his surprise, but he did not return the hug. He simply stood still as Anakin held him tight, afraid the moment he'd let go Alex would disappear. In that moment, Ahsoka was in shock at how vulnerable Anakin looked.
"You're alive." Muttered Anakin, reluctantly breaking the hug and held Alex at arm's length. "You're really alive. I... I thought..."
Sauron leveled a neutral stare at Anakin. "Last time I checked, I still have all my blood in my body, I don't have any life-threatening diseases, and any enemies that wish me dead ended along with the Hutt Empire. What gave such a foolish idea I was dead?"
"But, on Tatooine, you - Mom," Sputtered Anakin, "I thought when the Sand Raiders got to Mom, they also killed you. I didn't even sense on Tatooine and I can only know the worst."
"I simply left Tatooine." Alex deadpanned, putting his hands behind his back. "We have ships, so I simply boarded on, and I started my own journey in the stars... Wait... 'Also killed?' What about Mother?"
"You... don't know?" Anakin said hesitantly.
"Last time I saw her was over half a decade ago." Alex explained. "The money you earned in that race left her well-off, even if she was a slave. Anakin... what happened?"
"Mom's dead." Anakin admitted, too sharply to prevent himself on focusing on those words. "Killed by those raiders. I had a vision of her death, but I couldn't do anything to stop it. I all I could do was bury her."
Ahsoka winced, feeling the tension in the air rising the moment the topic came up. She felt she was in the middle of a massive geostorm to rumble the earth. Alex was deathly silent and his lips set in a flatline. Nothing betrayed the emotion he felt, but Ahsoka could swear they were actually glowing.
"Mother's... dead?" Alex said slowly. "I... should have known."
Sauron, in truth, can freely admit he had no love to his so-called birth mother. To him, she was merely a mortal that served as his entrance into this new reality. Yet, this flesh body he still had, could not summon the disgust to taunt the woman in her death. A typical Maiar would have praised her as a good-natured person she was in raising two sons with love despite her life as a slave. In some deep level where the dim light of Mairon lingered had respect for the mortal woman for her enduring spirit.
"I'm sorry." Anakin said.
"Why are you sorry?" Admonished Sauron. "You aren't the one who killed her, are you? Apologies like that are pointless. Who's the runt with you anyway?"
Ahsoka almost squawked in indignation of being called a runt and apprehension when those golden eyes landed on her. Anakin smiled in amusement at his padawan's startled face. How could he not when he did not see the cold, calculating eyes boring into Ahsoka.
"I... am Master Skywalker's padawan." Ahsoka said, forcing herself not to gulp as she met Alex's gaze.
Alex quirked an eyebrow, glancing back at Anakin. "Padawan?"
"Let's say a lot has happened when I went to join the Jedi Order." Anakin said, slightly puffing his chest out. "You are now looking at Anakin Skywalker, fully-fledged Jedi Knight and master to Ahsoka Tano here."
"By the Vaule, the galaxy must be in some irreparable turmoil if anyone can label you a 'master', much less a responsibility." Alex 'bemoaned'.
"Oi!" Anakin exclaimed.
Ahsoka really couldn't believe it. Even if she had no experience with actual blood relatives, Ahsoka knew how siblings can act around each other. Her bond with Sierra and Samak taught her that much. Even if it was small, Ahsoka can see it between the snide remarks from Alex and the antics from Anakin as well as his joy she felt in their bond. They truly were siblings... or at least as much as Sauron put up the front through his guise as the 'Deceiver'.
"And now here you come to me after my liberation of Ryloth as a general of the Grand Army of the Republic." Alex continued, his lips still in a flat line but there was something evident in his voice towards the mention of the Republic. "And here I am, general of the Immortal Dominion. You aren't here to open hostilities with me, are you?"
"No, no, no!" Ahsoka panicked before Anakin could answer. "I mean, it's just weird you and your forces came out of the blue like that, but we aren't going to attack you because you took out those Sepies for us and freed Ryloth in the process."
"What she means to say is," Anakin cut in, "is that the Republic has no interest in anything to do with the Immortal Dominion, as you have announced to the entire galaxy. I came here on my own accord."
Alex snorted. "That doesn't look well if for a Republic general being a loose cannon."
"You have no idea." Ahsoka muttered under her breath.
Anakin awkwardly coughed into his fist, drawing attention back to him. "Before a general I am still a Jedi, and as a Jedi I can serve as diplomat. So as a representative of the Republic, I humbly request to open talks with you and the Immortal Dominion."
Sauron could see the hidden intention as clear as day from Anakin. As a Republic general, he could not act as freely as he did just to simply talk with him. By using the guise of diplomatic talks, it gave Anakin the freedom to speak with his brother without some sort of fallout with the Republic and his reckless act of now. Ahsoka had an internal sigh of relief that Anakin was clever enough to think this, but another thought came to mind.
'Skyguy doing diplomacy?' Ahsoka thought. 'Has the Force gone mad?!'
"Fine then." Alex said. "Let us have a talk then over a meal maybe. You are after a guest to a foreign military power that is willing to have you here. Perhaps we can pick up from we both have been doing this past decade."
"Alright." Anakin perked up. "Snips, send a message of Obi-wan that we are on official Jedi duty and are opening talks with the Immortal Dominion. I'm sure that will ease his mind."
"Yeah, Skyguy." Ahsoka replied, taking out her holo-communicator to record a message for Master Kenobi.
'Though, I'm not sure that will calm him down.' Ahsoka doubted in her head.
"Walk with me, if you will Jedi." Alex announced.
Turning his back with his cape flaring from the movement, Sauron gestured the two Jedi to follow him. Anakin did so without hesitation and Ahsoka followed her master just a step behind. Unlike the Skywalkers, she had an expression of unease feeling something from the capital city of Ryloth. It was as if a black miasma was settled across the city and was spreading across the planet. Her attention went back facing forward hearing the hum of the mechanical doors slide open into the interior of the capital's grand tower.
The bombardment upon the capital left most of the systems damaged, leaving the lights turned off shut off. The rooms were filled with clinging shadows and the only light was from the sparks of damaged lighting systems and the sunlight from the high windows shining down on the tan stone walls. However, repair work was under by the newly freed Twi'leks. Anakin and Ahsoka were surprised by how fast the people of Ryloth were moving on after just being under Separatist oppression, and they were now focusing to restore their home to a state before the war.
"My Lo-." Spoke a feminine voice from a female human leaning on the wall.
'For now, address as 'general.'' Sauron's overwhelming voice thundered in her head. 'We can't be too careful with Jedi here.'
Anakin and Ahsoka froze from the voice so similar to Ventress only lacking the shrew detail in it. It sounded more like a melody of a song, but carrying a sense of dread. Their eyes went to a find a female human leaning against the wall. That being was Darth Azura, her hood pulled back to reveal her sharp features beautiful for a female human with paler-than-average skin and yellow eyes with flecks of gray. Her hair was a rugged mess of black and red strands going down to the middle of her back, a contrast to senators and noble women who would have their hair tied and made neat enough to fall down smoothly like a waterfall. There were distinct black tattoo markings on her face with flame-like patterns coming down her forehead from her hairline, and there was a distinct thorny vines wrapping itself in wreath with a flower in the center on her left cheek. In her right hand was black vibro knife she was flipping and only stopped when she spotted her master walking down.
"Evening, general." Greeted Azura, going into a bow before Sauron.
"Azura." Sauron addressed. "This is one of my elite agents. She was the one who ended the battle by capturing the leader of this occupation. Wat Tambor was his name if I remember."
"Can you tell us where he is?" Anakin asked, venom starting to seep into his voice. "He needs to be brought in by the Republic for his crimes."
"You might have a hard time with that." Alex answered. "I left the slime ball to the judgement of the Twi'leks. It was his transgression on them after all. Suffice to say, Wat Tambor wanted to live. The Twi'leks were not a fan of that."
Anakin's expression turned to a frown, but he was honestly not sorry for the Separatist leader. A dark part of his mind was not only happy the he was dead, but wished he had done the deed himself. Ahsoka however gave a wince as the idea of killing a person without a proper court dealing did not sit well with her code as a Jedi.
"He should have been put forward in a court of law of the Republic." Ahsoka said suddenly, drawing some unfriendly stares from the surrounding Twi'leks. "A fair trial should have been given to him since Ryloth is part of the Republic."
Azura tittered, her face splitting with a devilish grin. "Silly Togruta. Haven't you heard the news? Ryloth has now seceded from the Republic, and will soon join the Immortal Dominion."
Ahsoka gaped. "But - What!? Wasn't this a liberation!?"
"Oh, it is." Azura said with glee, as if taunting Ahsoka. "You see, this was a decision Ryloth made on its own. We are just following what the people want to do."
"This is..." Ahsoka exclaimed. "This is so wrong-"
"Ahsoka!" Anakin's voice boomed, laying his robotic hand on Ahsoka's shoulder. "Calm down. You're letting your emotions get the beset of you here."
"But-"
"We will figure this mess out later." Anakin interrupted. "Until then, let's not make pointless accusation to our hosts."
"For once, you are making sense, Anakin." Alex agreed. "Perhaps a talk over dinner will help ease your minds, if just your padawan here."
Ahsoka relented and forced herself to stay quiet by the look from her master. The trio continued their way through the tower complex built into the mountain. Not even twelve paces later did they hear the fast approach of running footsteps through metal boots, accompanied by the metal clinking of armor. Coming down the hall was an Uruk wearing advanced armor not seen since the days of the Sith Empire, his helm gone revealing a face of pale yellow, grisly hair, and crooked yellow teeth long enough to be considered a stabbing weapon. His not-so friendly visage that made Ahsoka recoil in fright and Anakin to hold down a grimace.
'And I thought a Shistavanen was hard to look at.' Ahsoka thought, trying to take in the pale yellow skin and the sharp teeth of the Uruk.
'If only you could have seen how they were in Arda.' Sauron thought, sensing Anakin and Ahsoka's shared shock at the Uruk's face. 'And this actually one of the ugly ones.'
"Great, general." The Uruk growled as his tone forced to do, taking a knee before Sauron.
This particular Uruk was a Warchief as noted by the unique accents of orc teeth hanging off his armor and paint designs on his armor. The gear mark on his forehead and the random burns on some of his exposed skin revealed him to be part of the Machine tribe of Uruks, specializing in forging weapons and armor. At his hip was a vibro blade shaped into a cleaver-like broadsword with the rifle and a bayonetted plasma rifle on his back. One of his shoulders had greater bulk in the armor where a small turret was mounted on, which was now folded down behind him.
"Report." Sauron commanded.
"All fighting across the planet has completely stopped." The Warchief said, his head bowed to the floor. "Our forces are pulling out while we have... relief efforts to assist the Twi'leks."
The Warchief dared not voice the venom when mentioning the relief efforts in the presence of his lord and god Sauron. These relief efforts were in fact non-orc forces created by the 'citizens' such as the lamia and other sentient species of the Immortal Dominion, and they had the sole purpose of giving help to those who were in the crossfire. The orc cared nothing for these Twi'leks in all honesty and would rather have them burning or at least dominated into service. Still, he knew that these acts of good will went along in enthralling the Twi'lek race into Sauron's grasp, where he would have total control over them.
"Good, have the bulwark of your forces return to Dominion space." Sauron ordered. "I will have a small tangent of the navy to safeguard Ryloth and advance the Twi'lek people."
The Warchief gave a nod of acknowledgement and stood up to sprint down the hallways to join with his brethren back in the fleet. Ahsoka seemed to breathe easier with the absence of the Uruk, and the Twi'leks went back to work on repairs.
"Advance the Twi'lek people?" Anakin wondered with a raised brow.
"Tell me, Anakin, what are the Twi'lek people famous for?" Alex said. "No, rather what is the first thought in most of the galaxy when one thinks of the Twi'lek people? Are they revered ship builders like the Mon Calamari? Specialists of cloning technology like the Kaminoans? Or do they have a fearsome reputation like the Mandolarian clans?
"The sad answer is they do not. No, in fact what most galaxy think of them is an 'exotic' commodity, and for the more... immature listeners here, let's keep it at that. Throughout the history of the galaxy, the Twi'lek people have been suppressed and locked in chains as a 'valued' property. The filth of the galaxy views them as easy prey to make money off of or other rabid desires. These thousands of years of oppression and enslavement have made the Twi'leks looked down upon by most of the residents of the galaxy at large. And I am not sorry to say this, but your Republic has done nothing to help them escape from this stain on their reputation."
"Then how will your rule under your 'Immortal Dominion' be any different for us?"
Alex, Anakin, and Ahsoka looked ahead to the source of the voice. It came from a male Twi'lek with orange pigmentation walking alongside a group of Twi'leks. They brandished weaponry as if scavenged and outfits that looked to be more rough around the edges. These were looks that Sauron identified them as freedom fighters. and he was half-expecting a group like this to meet with him if just do doubt his reasons. The orange Twi'lek that spoke was apparently the leader, and his voice had made everyone pause in their work at who they looked upon was a hero of their people. Despite the question, there was no real heat in the male's voice.
"Greetings." Spoke Alex, unperturbed by the silence of the Twi'lek's words. "May I know the name of yourself?"
"You may address me as Cham Syndulla." The male Twi'lek introduced himself. "I have endured the oppression upon my people and have risked my life in the fight to free my people from the control of corruption. I will say this, General Alex Skywalker of the Immortal Dominion. I am thankful for you freeing my people, but I will not allow Ryloth and the Twi'lek under military occupation. My people have already suffered that from the CIS and I will not endanger the corruption in the Republic."
Ahsoka looked like she wanted to rebuke against Cham, but Anakin held her back with a raised hand. The younger twin of the Skywalker siblings withheld any opinion and kept an indifferent expression. Sauron on the other hand gave a small smile in response to Cham's words. This Twi'lek was one type of many people in the kingdoms of Arda that offer themselves for the betterment of the people around them, and he knew how to make such people dance in his palm.
"Ah, a man of the people." Alex mused, his smile (falsely) fatherly to convey sympathy. "Are you Ryloth's leader?"
"I am not their senator, but simply a man wanting to protect his people." Synduall said, a scowl making its way on his face. "Our 'gracious' Senator Orn Free Taa decides to cower himself in his own fat and riches in Coruscant while we of Ryloth were fighting for our lives."
"Then it makes you question why the Republic would ever have such scum to lead you, and yet here Ryloth is in such a state." Alex said. "There is a saying I give to you, Cham Syndulla. 'The Emperor gives, and thus our strength is the Emperor.' Emperor Sauron rules with the intent to have everyone of us be the best we can possibly be. He knows that with Ryloth and the Twi'lek race as it is, it cannot defend itself. We offer you confederation not to protect, but to have the Twi'lek people ascend."
"What... are you implying?" Synduall said, confounded to what Alex was suggesting.
"Always, it is your people that suffers." Alex continued. "Always, it is the Twi'lek people that are chained and treated so less across the galaxy. They all look at you either in pity or lust. The Emperor offers you the chance for the entire Twi'lek people to break the chains that history has bound you all too. Imagine a galaxy that revere the Twi'lek people. Rather than a pitiful race of slavers' bounty, the Twi'leks are to be reckon with. Where they see weakness, they will soon see strength. Let the galaxy know the ferocity of your people from the millennia of enslavement and oppression. Let the scum of the stars know that no longer will you beaten down and chained, but instead you are the ones to be feared."
While Alex spoke, the former Maiar used an extremely subtle use of the Dark Side on Synduall and the Twi'leks' minds. Just enough to coax the well of dark wrath and vengeance created by a history of oppression to trickle to the surface. This small influence made their minds conjure images of a better Ryloth filled with cities of gleaming skyscrapers while nature itself grew in harmony. The skies was filled with express ways for vehicles, and in orbit was a defensive fleet of their creation. Twi'lek formed an elite militia to safeguard Ryloth's people, armed with advanced weaponry and trained for any sort of combat Children laughed in the streets and no one suffered from fear. Across the galaxy, they looked to a Twi'lek and they saw a people to look up to like majestic warriors of grace that called for respect. To Syndulla, it was all paradise.
"Can... Can you really do this for us?" Syndulla said, his voice shaky.
"Consider it a promise for the Emperor." Alex replied. "And the Emperor is always sure to fulfill every promise he makes, so trust me on that. After all, he made one to annihilate the Hutt Empire and create the Immortal Dominion from its ashes. And so here we are to extend our prestige to you."
"I don't know what to say." Syndulla admitted. "But Ryloth cannot wholly depend on others for too long. As we are right now, we need a leader, and there is no way we are accepting that scum Orn Free Taa when we leave the Republic."
"All in good faith." Alex said, resting a hand on Syndulla's shoulder. "I see the Twi'leks look up to you and they see a beacon of light to follow. That is why I nominate you to be Ryloth's leader, and together in the Immortal Dominion we will make Ryloth and its people something great."
"Me?" Syndulla said, incredulous. "Leader of Ryloth?"
Alex chuckled, glancing to the surrounding Twi'leks. "What say you, people of Ryloth? Who better to guide Ryloth than Cham Syndulla, who has risked his life for your own?"
Alex and Syndulla were immediately met with cheers of approval along with praise. Syndulla was taken aback by the roaring support of the Twi'leks around him, shared by the rest of the populous. While Senator Taa had claimed that Cham wanted his seat of power, the revolutionary had no dreams of being leader of Ryloth itself. He simply wanted to get his people away from the corruption Orn represented and the Republic before it was too late. Now the chance to do just that was right here in his lap and he was being asked to take the reigns of leadership.
"The people have spoken." Alex noted. "What say you? Will you shoulder this responsibility?"
All that Syndulla could respond in was a bow before the Twi'leks. "It would be my honor."
"On your feet, good friend." Alex said, getting Syndulla back to his feet. "The 'lord' of Ryloth should hang his head high so his people can look to him in good faith."
"Of course." Syndulla replied, giving a small bow of his head in respect to Alex. "Thank you, General Skywalker."
"Then allow me to welcome you to the Dominion." Alex announced.
To Sauron, this was the last chip in place. The government of the Republic can whine all it wants about the secession of Ryloth, but the Sith Emperor doubted they would risk war with a new faction. Ryloth, and all of the Twi'lek race, was now in his grasp.
"Go, Lord Syndulla." Alex beckoned. "Help your people now to rebuild your homes into greater foundations."
"Right!" Syndulla said with great enthusiasm, turning his men. "Men and women of Ryloth, spread the word! Help our people to douse the flames and clean the rubble of this tragedy for it is no more. Let the galaxy know that we are not done yet. That we back up and will always stand strong."
With a resounding cry, Syndulla and his resistance group spread out in order to contact others and help rebuild their ruined homes. While most may now be rubble, the Twi'lek were still alive and thriving. No, right now there are reborn in a sense because now they will stand taller in the galaxy, and will no longer let is corrupting forces push them around. This time, they will pay the scum that dares to harm Ryloth's people ten times more! Alex glanced back at the Jedi, both of them stunned at the effect of his words. The fallen Maiar turned Sith could not help but chuckle at their reactions.
"Wow." Anakin said, a smile on his face. "You know how to motivate people."
"Hope is the key, little brother." Alex spoke in words of wisdom. "Give them hope, and they will accomplish anything."
'Then crush it in front of them to enslave them for eternity.' Sauron added in an afterthought.
"But why separate Ryloth from the Republic?" Ahsoka asked. "Couldn't they help the Twi'lek people just as much?"
"Little Togruta, can you honestly say that the Republic will ever do something out of courtesy?" Alex replied without sounding offensive. "Your democracy of the Senate is a chaotic mess of controversy with too many people after their own goals. That is why we created the Immortal Dominion as an absolute imperium instead. Why put your trust in the many unsure of their own goals instead of one whose goals you are more sure of? It was joint agreement throughout the entire known Dominion in worlds including former Hutt Empire and Wild Space."
"So that part about taking down the Hutt Empire is true?" Anakin asked with a glint in his eyes that seemed to eager for an answer.
Alex smiled. "That... is a story saved over some 'diplomacy', don't you think so? Come. You must be starving since this whole mess started."
After walking through damaged halls of the palace over Lessu, the trio came to a set of wooden doors Alex pushed through with a heavy creak at their hinges. They entered into a hall that was the most intact in the palace due to the lining of durasteel within the tan stone walls. That is because this room would have served as a meeting place for diplomacy or other similar matters to be discussed with Ryloth's senator if he ever was home. There was a long table of smooth dark wood stretching across the room lined with plush chairs for comfortable seating. There was one lavish seat that looked more like a throne, facing away from a window overlooking Lessu and the landscape of Ryloth, that would normally be reserved for Ryloth's senator, but Alex took it anyway. Anakin immediately took the seat at his right side, followed by Ahsoka to sit beside her master if a bit reluctant given the situation.
'So far, so good, and nothing has gone crazy.' Ahsoka thought.
"Alright then, little brother." Alex said. "Let us see your duty as a Jedi in diplomacy. Where shall we start?"
"I guess we can talk about it how you and the 'Emperor' managed to create the Immortal Dominion." Anakin said.
Alex leaned back in his chair as if reminiscing. "Ah, now those were the days. I suppose you could say it all started with a patched group of alien species and slaves within Wild Space and beyond that had always grown to the boiling point of outrage of the Hutt Empire. The Emperor and I decided to finally have it in a... controlled explosion. And thus starts our revolution against the oldest oppressors and scum in the galaxy..."
A few hundred words short, but that is not really a problem. The Skywalker twins have finally reunited, but Anakin's joy has left him blind to Sauron's true machinations. He has used hope and freedom as a weapon to ensnare races and all manners of alien species to his side, only to be suddenly enthralled with no chance of escape. When the galaxy learns of Sauron's true goals, it will already be too late. A shadow has been casted upon the stars, ready to take them in its greed. The age of the Dark Emperor is coming...
Up next is Chapter 9.
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