Location-Iridonia
Time- 3PM
He watched the desolate planet below his window. He had spared only one building on the world's surface, the governer's palace. He sat in the governer's chair laid back with his feet resting on the large wooden desk. The news reports had unintenionally lied. There had been only one survivor on Iridonia, Governer Mon Zeth. Mon Zeth was the brother of the late Darth Maul. Qui-Gon sensed Force potential within him. It was not as strong as it had been in his older brother, but the Iridonians were powerful warriors and would give any Jedi a formidable opponent. Mon Zeth was in the dungeons below closely watched by several elite clone troopers.
The clone troopers were the bulk of his unending resources. With the flow of money from the Galatic Banks, droids and ships from Geonosis and the clones from Kamino he had an unending army, an army that could not be defeated. Now all that was required was plenty of Force sensitives to match the Jedi.
He thought of what planet to strike next. Tatooine, Dantooine, Onderon, Nar Shaada, or Telos perhaps? Tatooine was a dump it was a load of sand it would be a blessing to the pathetic wasteland for him to bomb it to oblivion. Dantooine was a world of farmers and if destroyed could damage the Republic's economy, Onderon had an unending source of natural resources and if destroyed could lead to a great drop in economy as well. Nar Shaada was a decaying city of s plsnet. It would probably be a kindness to the galaxy to wipe it out, but atleast it would get the Republic's attention. Telos was a human homeworld and home to billions of people. A thought struck him. Why not destroy them all? He could wait a few weeks to get the necessary ships from Geonosis. In the meantime he could plan battle strategies and check out his current troops.
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the doors opening. His guards dragged Mon Zeth and threw him at his feet. Mon Zeth had whip marks all along his back and chest. His face to the ground.
"I swear allegiance to you my master. My life is yours with it what you will." Qui-Gon drew him to his feet.
"Arise my dark apprentice and take your place at my side. I will train you to master the Force. And when the Republic has fallen we, the Sith shall bring about the long dreamed of Golden Age. A Golden Age of the Sith where we shall reign unopposed." Mon Zeth had taken a position behind him on his right. A wicked yellow glow was cast his way. Mon Zeth bowed his horned head.
"By what name may my unworthy lips call you my master?" Qui-Gon gave him a malevolent look, his yellow eyes flashing.
"Darth Bane"
TBC...