Darkness Approaches

(inspired by Kronos titan of time "Consuming Aberration" , VFSNAKE "A Sith's Second Chance", D'nnome "Darth Sauron", and claytron "Star Wars: Shadow of Mordor")

Excuse the misspells and other mistakes.

Disclaimer: I don't own the works of J.R.R. Tolkien, Warner Brothers, films directed by Peter Jackson, the works of Lucasfilms LTD, or Disney. I don't own the characters, or the worlds created by those amazing authors and directors. Only my imagination and creativity.

Summary: What if Sauron wasn't defeated. His Ring and his soul after being consumed in the fires of Mount Doom, a failsafe spell was activated. Now the One Ring, that bears the entire power and soul of Sauron, is whisked away to a galaxy far far away. Look out Jedi and Sith Lords, the Dark Lord of Mordor is coming to bring about a New Age.

Tarre Vizsla-dark saber = new Nazgul to replace Talion

Clone Wars: 22BBY-19BBY, 3 years

"Words and whispers in the dark"

'Thought speech/Telepathy'

"Black Speech"

"Demonic/Divinity/Dark Servant speech"

Chapter 1: Sleep no Longer

31BBY

Anglo Saxon, a member of the Mandalorian Saxon clan of House Vizsla, and nondescript ex-Jedi Padawan who left the Jedi Order just after the Liberation of Naboo. His master died 6 months ago. He was a mere Padawan, so departure didn't raise any brows within the Order and despite what they may say about attachments, his Jedi Master was about the closest thing he had to an uncle. His clan excommunicated him since he was an orphan and joined the Jedi Order.

Confounded by the fact that he watched his parents die just as his master saved him, he latched onto him. So, he left in grief a 16-year-old alone in the galaxy…no he wasn't imitating what teenagers usually claimed…he truly felt alone. But still the training of the Jedi and teachings of Mandalore kept him going.

He never saw it before, but now that he left Anglo saw just how much those taken in by the Order were bereft of any support system, how the Order was practically the members' life support system. Such was its state since the Ruusan Reformation. Too stuck in their traditions and not accepting change or adaption. Which meant their chosen one, Anakin Skywalker, would only bring Balance to the Force their way and not by the Will of the Force.

He learned early on to never reveal his Jedi/Mando origin and travelled throughout the galaxy avoiding the attention of Bounty Hunters and the Separatists. Which wasn't that hard when you're a no-name Jedi Padawan, but Anglo still felt loss and even saw countless people affected the same way. Many of them complained about the Jedi and Republic altogether and most of the time he found himself agreeing with them.

It was then, Anglo decided to do something about it and what he considered a stroke of genius, he had the coordinates of the planet which his deceased Master had once told him was the birthplace of the Sith. 'Who knows what secrets I may uncover? Maybe even the identity of the mysterious Sith Lord that is clouding the Force.' He thought as he was landing on the desolate red planet of Korriban, the Sith Home World.

Heavy winds obscured the horizon kicking up the red soil that made it seem like a huge sandstorm. Anglo descended from his ship and made his way to the nearby tomb, attempting to have the Force guide him. As he did, he felt something brush over the back of his neck like a feather. Dark, quiet seductive whispers played at the tip of his ears. Anglo reacted quickly by stepping back and looked around wildly, igniting his lightsaber revealing its red glow. He knew that red lightsabers were symbolic of falling to the Dark Side, but he had no choice but to synthesize a red kyber crystal after his previous one shattered in a bar fight. After slowly walking towards the tomb's entrance with his lightsaber humming by his side, the feeling receded as he walked further in, although with extreme caution.

He let the Force guide him though he didn't know that a Force was guiding him, the Dark Side of the Force that is. The planet was saturated with it and it was guiding its unwitting prey to one of the many crypts of Sith Lords of long past. Though dead, their spirits persisted and sought either new hosts to possess or new ways to influence their living victims. Finn could feel the Force guide him down the left hallway only to pause as he saw the shadows stretch and expand around him. So, in a state of panic, he fled down the right hallway only for the floor to collapse beneath him and he fell into an underground chamber, dropping his lightsaber which deactivated when it lost contact with his right hand.

Anglo groaned as he slowly got up, picking up his lightsaber that only fell a foot away. Igniting it once again above his head to see that he fell into a treasure room filled with gold, precious stones, and ancient artifacts from the extinct Sith Empire. He began searching for a way out as he hiked the many piles of golden coins, till he found a door camouflaged with the obsidian wall in front of him that slid open and moved to the side. He would've left the chamber to continue his search for knowledge and then leave the cursed world altogether if it weren't for the strange sound that came behind him which differed from the sliding coin piles and caused an overwhelming feeling to overcome him.

Lightsaber in hand, he whirled around to face whatever snuck up on him, only to feel something warm nudge against his left boot. Anglo looked down as he heaved a sigh of relief as it was nothing more than a simple gold ring that dislodged from its place after he opened the door. He picked it up and was instantly bewildered and lost in thought in how "such a little thing", can seem so "precious" that all coherent thoughts were stamped out; even the Force, both the Light and the Dark, recoiled away from the ring's presence as if burnt.

The ex-Mando then heard a whispering voice that sounded like it was coming from the ring. 'You live in perilous times young one. You come from two great warriors who have fallen into state of laziness and forgetfulness. If you give me your body, I will bring true order to this world as I strived to do in my past life. Though defeat brought me wisdom, I can't do this without a body of my own.'

"But what of my spirit? I don't want to become a puppet of a Sith that betrays those around them. Being a simple tool that will easily be discarded and forgotten. I want to embrace my Mandalorian heritage while also embrace my emotions, the good and the bad. Having the fortitude to press onward against the true enemy that's out there." Said the dark-haired teen to the ring.

'Know that I am no Sith, and I always keep my vows. When you grant me your body, I will use my power to bring you back and make you my lieutenant. You may not be as powerful as the Nine, but you will achieve many great things under my tutelage. If… you serve me faithfully and willingly. You shall be my voice, The Mouth of Sauron.' The voice, calling itself Sauron, promised.

Without a shred of uncertainty, Anglo placed the ring on his right index finger. He felt its searing heat ripple across his body as words etched, in an unknown language to the galaxy, around the ring in a reddish-yellow glow. Although he couldn't speak it, words began rolling off his tongue in a distorted hollow, yet melodious voice that echoed within the chamber. "Ash nazg durbatulûk, Ash nazg gimbatul, Ash nazg thrakatulûk agh burzum-ishi krimpatul."

The shadows seemed to distort and darken as he spoke those words, enclosing around him and drowning him as a pulse of energy erupted around him and he felt his flesh bubble and tear asunder. His flesh melted like water leaving only his skeleton with the gold ring still attached to his finger until the flesh and blood surged back as it reformed around the skeleton and began reshaping itself, rewriting who and what ex-Padawan Anglo was yet keeping the traits it found in the boy desirable for the body, to form a being far more fearsome than anything the Jedi and Sith have ever faced in the past few millennium.

The Ring radiated fiercely as it pulsed with power reverberating from the lifeform, shaking the entire temple and causing the heavy winds outside to subside and then flew inward merging into the new body. Shining like molten metal the being sizzled and steamed, hacking and coughing as he stumbled to his feet. His eyes glowed like it had fire within them as they viewed the ring on his finger and with a chuckle proclaimed, "SAURON LIVES!"

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He stumbled through the darkness, till he reached outside to the now silent surface of the planet and looked perplexed at the sight before him. "Where in Arda(world) am I?" wondered the reborn Dark Lord.

He looked up and couldn't recognize the stars or the moon, living for so long, he knew that it was impossible for nothing to change accept certain things especially pertaining to the stars remained the same regardless of the passages of time. The land he stood upon seemed strange and unfamiliar with the red sands cascading with the winds and the sky covered with red clouds that sail across the sky, reflecting the desolate rusted colored earth.

With a wave of his hand, he tried to call 8(Talion was a Nazgul but moved on into the afterlife when Sauron was defeated) of his loyal servants, only for his body to jerk forward in response. He wasn't strong enough yet as he felt the power of the One Ring soothe his pain. He then raised his hand to call upon the power that he had great pleasure in ripping out of Celebrimbor and his elven host. Ghostly white energy emitted from his hand flickering around like a flame on a candle.

"Good, so I can defend myself." Surmised Sauron.

He took in his surroundings and kneeled and felt the earth beneath opening himself to its heart; a trick he learnt from his servitude with the Great Divine Eru and refined from his former masters, Melkor also known as Morgoth. The spell's purpose is to surmise if there is anything nearby that could harm him. What he got in return surprised him, the world recoiled to his touch as if it were alive. Then he felt the urging of something in the air and surrounded him, until he simply exuded a bit of his malevolent aura dispelled it, but he got far more than what he intended.

War.

The land he stood upon was touched by death, he could feel the number of sprits angered and hateful of their half-existence and cursing their deaths. Sauron might not have been strong enough to raise the Ringwraiths, but he was strong enough to pull the vengeful spirits into the physical realm who'd be willing to serve him. His frame glowed white as he called forth the powers of the Wraith and a bright light shone forth as he stepped forward into the Spirit Realm.

He saw numerous spirits flitting about, for many of them were degraded into primal forms that knew only the cold embrace of death and hatred as those spirits flew from his shining presence, while others whom bore a smidgen of sentience and coherence stepped forth to his gaze as he begun to question the wandering phantoms.

"What is this place?"

"This is the planet Korriban, sector 5 otherwise known as the Valley of Lords. Many dead Sith Lords are entombed here." said a female voice that came from the cluster of ghosts.

Sauron turned and walked toward the spirit of the strange being that had spoken and was taken back to meet a spirit that was so 'alive' in a manner of speaking. He could feel some sort of power was sustaining her spirit like the boy's that still rests within Sauron's form, but not enough for her to enter the mortal world except done by influence. She is dressed in tough black armor that Sauron could see on a light-footed warrior. The intriguing creature before him was very attractive he admitted with her red smooth skin with black ritualistic tattoos that enhanced her beauty. She looked humanoid, except no hair on her head but two tentacle-like appendages that also had the black tattoos on them.

"And who might you be?" asked the former Dark Lord of Middle Earth.

"I am Darth Rayne, a Sith Knight." She replied. "And who might you be?" asked the warrior in a seductive tone that sent chills down his spine. Darth Rayne thought whoever he was, he was powerful in the Force to be capable of such things but assumed could be manipulated because of his youthful appearance. Something Sauron took notice of.

"Someone beyond you Wench." He replied as he released his power that took the form of hellfire flames that burned away the nearby spirits and encircled Rayne in a ring of fire that did not touch her as she trembled to her knees, for she had use yet for the Dark Lord. Sauron dispelled the flames as he calmly walked towards her and gripped the quivering woman by her chin to force her look upon his predatory gaze. "Tell me, should I grant your life, would you serve me." He asked. Rayne was dumbstruck and could only gape at the being of great power, and yet she could not decipher what sort of power this man was wielding which was not of the Force nevertheless could possibly resurrect her.

"I'm unversed in where or when I am, and a guide would be most pleasing and helpful in any way." Rayne shivered in pleasure at his words that she simply nodded and submitted to her new Lord and Master. Before the process could begin, Sauron enquired if there were any large beasts that still dwelt on this dead world. The red Twi'lek told him of the Tuk'ata that still roamed the planet, but this only seemed to confuse the spirit warrior. With a flicker of his power, he enveloped her spirit into his right palm as she took the form of a white ethereal wisp and he stepped out of the Spirit World.

He took a deep whiff of the air using his senses, for he could once again turn into a powerful werewolf and vampire bat. He smelt something coming and opened his eyes to see coming in the distance, a pack of giant hairless hounds with sharp fangs and glowing red eyes rushing in his present direction. Projecting his powerful aura caused the pack to halt their assault, giving the time needed for Sauron to use his wraith powers to get in close to the nearest beast and slam his palm into the tuk'ata's side, pushing Rayne's wisp into its body.

The semi-sentient guardians of the tombs backed away in fear, for their Force sensitivity made them go ballistic as the dark power washed over them, and they could do nothing for their alpha that froze in place with the entity's palm still imbuing power into its captive but run away in terror of the creature's might. The One Ring sped up the resurrection process as the hound's flesh bubbled and moved in grotesque ways as bones were contorting and snapping in their movements. The sand was soaked in the creature's blood as the flesh reformed into a more attractive nude figure which Sauron appreciated.

He gestured the Twi'lek to follow as they came to Anglo's former shuttle. Sauron punched in the key code to open the hatch. Rayne raised her eyebrow. "I thought you had little knowledge of this galaxy. So how can you know how to enter a code to enter a space vessel?" She enquired. Sauron explained that the revival he went through allowed him to gain his previous host's rudimentary knowledge of things but didn't grant insight of the starship on how to work or fly it.

Sauron handed a cloak to Rayne to cover her nakedness, but she was going out of her way to enhance her beautiful figure for her Master. She smirked when she saw that her sensuality got the reaction, she wanted from him. Sauron turned away and growled in Black Speech as he tossed Anglo's lightsaber to Rayne. He turned and raised his left eyebrow at her stunned expression as she looked held the hilt in her hands.

"Is something the matter?... Ah, is it because I've just handed you the weapon?" Rayne could discern the hidden question of whether she would kill him. Nonetheless, she knew where her loyalties lied, and to prove her conviction she knelt before Sauron with her head bent low.

"No, I will not hurt you my Lord. The last time I held a lightsaber in my hands was when I fought to protect this planet and my former Master, the same one whom abandoned me to my fate as they escaped…No my Lord, you granted me this second chance. This blade, this arm, and even my body and soul are yours to do with as you wish."

Sauron smiled at this; his eyes lit up like flames. "Hmm, and if I said that dominating this galaxy is what I aim?"

"Then my blade will strike down your enemies," replied the Twi'lek Knight. His smirked at that and his fiery eyes subsided to return to his normal yellow eyes.

"Then I, Sauron, Lord of Gifts, Maiar of Aulё the Great Smith, and Dark Lord of Mordor, hereby accept your services Lady Rayne. Not just for your blade but your knowledge and guidance in this strange remnant of the cosmos."

"I confess, Lord Sauron, that many years have passed, and much has changed on the galaxy. I doubt my present knowledge could be of any use to you," replied another Servant of the Lord of the Rings.

"That may be, however you can pilot this craft and can access data that would take months to understand without the proper tutoring, 'Galactic Web' wasn't it?" Rayne nodded in confirmation. "But before we leave this place, I'll need to gather more strength, to obtain my full powers. As well as resurrect the spirit of the boy who graciously gave me his body. He has proven that he will be as much help as you." said Sauron.

"Will you bring more back to life?" asked the ex-Sith. Sauron grinned wickedly at that question.

"Perhaps. I could tell what your intent was when I brought you back, so I knew you would be reliable. But many of the other souls are a waste of my power to resurrect and are far vainer that they would challenge me at every turn, and it would a waste of time killing them after going through all the trouble in reviving them. However, absorbing their spirits and destroying their essence to bolster my own power is far more productive." Sauron's hand glowed with orange flames as he told her this.

Rayne shivered at this before she shook it off and restrained her carnal natures as she focused on the task at hand. "Then I recommend that Milord should enter the larger tombs of the Sith Lords, they would be better essences to consume. I shall go and gather treasures to sell and artifacts to use at your disposal."

"Do so swiftly." commanded the Dark Lord as he strolled off with his dark power pushing the hostile creatures of Korriban aside as he marched with resolution.

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Moments later, Sauron walked back towards his ship. Rayne waiting in the cargo hold in her old armor with the cloak draped along her shoulder pads, leaning on 4 crates filled with gold and other antiquities. Anglo walking behind his new Master now wearing a dark hooded cloak that only showed the lower half of his face.

"Lord Sauron, every spirit you've consumed I sensed your power growing, yet you seem to be a void in the Force." praised Rayne with the newly dubbed Mouth agreeing with her. Sauron scoffed at this. For he knew of the concept of this 'Force' from Anglo's knowledge of it, but found it comical.

"Maybe you can explain more of this 'Force' of yours, along with our new Healer." He gestured behind The Mouth to a naked pale skinned woman with flowing raven hair that reached her buttocks and grey eyes that stared imperiously at Sauron as she tried to Force Choke him with little success. An action that had Rayne activating her lightsaber to defend her Master and the Mouth using his knowledge of the Force to back her up. But Sauron waved them off, stating that there was no need and that the attempts were ineffective, only amusing.

The woman was infuriated, and she retorted at them saying, "I am Xoxaan! One of the first Sith Lords and I won't be made to be this boy's plaything. My power will not be made a mockery like this!"

Sauron slowly turned toward her and in an instant fire danced round about him as the young man with light tanned skin; with long white hair that reached midback and hid behind his short yet pointed ears, and wearing white robes embroidered with silver tip patterns along his garments; was replaced with a tall, black armored plated giant gaining a meter in height, with the fire swaying at his sides as he portrayed his most terrifying form, the Great Flaming Eye.

Xoxaan was compelled to her knees as her mind was attacked as she stared at the great flaming slit eye. Never has she felt anyone, or anything possess this much power like this man, no this Being, was showcasing. Yet he had not a single Force presence within him. She had no clue what power he held that could restore her to life or what could damage and undoubtedly destroy her mind, body and soul, but she knew she has little chance in facing this Servant of the Divine and living.

The Flaming Eye receded and the towering armored giant grasped Xoxaan's chin with his ancient right clawed gauntlet and had her look at his spike-crowned helmet that completely covered his head as he spoke in low, deep thundering voice. "I may look like a child, but I'm far older than you realize. Don't EVER question my power again! Make no mistake Xoxaan, I resurrected you because I found your abilities to be of use to Me. How long that use will be is up to you."

Sauron returned to his elvish form in whirl of flames. "Now, as much as I enjoy the view, I ask that you get yourself dressed. We need to leave…" Sauron paused as he headed outside the ship and walked a short distance. He beheld to the twilight sky and turned into his giant form again, his dark power reeling off his armor and he spoke in Black Speech. "You cannot hide from me! I SEE YOU!"

The Mouth of Sauron, Rayne and Xoxaan stumbled to the sand as the Force rippled and screeched in pain. They felt the presence of many Force wielders thrown back by the sheer power that the Dark Lord unleashed. They were not the only ones affected by this, the entire planet of Korriban, that immersed itself with the Dark Side of the Force, shook under his power. The heat surrounding them had risen, as if they had stepped into a mouth of an active volcano. Although the women quickly realized that the heat was nothing in comparison to the Force wielding interlopers that tried to peer into Sauron had felt. The Force flew away woundedly at how Sauron scorched its presence, that the connection was broken from the Force detectors and Sauron's armored form disappeared. The human Dark Lord walked towards his revived servants with a satisfied, yet disappointed look on his face. He put his left hand on Xoxaan's forehead and his right hand on Rayne's and softly spoke in a melodious tone in Black Speech. He already had spoken with the former Mandalorian and placed some enchantments on him. The two females felt his power enter them and began to form a barrier around all of them, making an invisible shroud that prevented anyone or anything Force related to perceive them, unless the Dark Lord allowed it and barred the probing of their minds. A Spell of Concealment.

"Shall we?" gestured Sauron as he dropped his hands and preceded passed the two astonished women to the ship to prepare for departure with The Mouth following behind Sauron. Both ladies looked to where the Dark Lord unleashed his power, only to see a blackened scorched earth from where he stood. 'He unleashed so much power that he glassed the earth beneath him.' Thought Xoxaan, before she turned and quickly ran to the ship with Rayne following behind her.