AN: If there is anything to blame for this fic, it is Episode III, and the ideas it stuck in my head, not to mention listening to the Imperial March (4 different versions) and Duel of the Fates on a randomly repeating playlist. Those who didn't betray Harry woun't end up dead, and one of the goals of this is to have him conquer the world, and not just the magical one before spreading out. I have been reading way to many Dark harry fics that the main idea for this kind of popped out at me when I saw Revenge of the Sith, though the look he's got actually came from the KOTOR games (I/II) and I really wanted to figure out the wizarding reaction to a horde of clones, and for those who don't know, he isn't using the Kaminoan process, but the type used by Thrawn and has accellerated it even farther through magical processes. And when I mention Stormtroopers with red markings, think of them as a lot like the ARC troopers in the Clone Wars cartoons. Also, the stormtrooper armor is highly resistant to spells, and Harry's armor is all but completely immune to them.
For Phoenix, I will be writing more of that soon, but this one is what is currently giving me ideas.
-QUESTION-
Does anyone think that Voldemort would ally himself with the remnants of the Ministry of Magic and the Order of the Phoenix when Harry's forces are deployed against them all?
ApocSM: Here is the first update, and there will probably be more comming quickly
Raziel616: For the moment, he is currently focused upon dealing with those who betrayed him, those that don't will show up when he reveals himself more, though they may before then if I get an idea how to do so while writing. As for how serious this is, I'd say a mix between humor and serious, I don't want it to get depressing, but it is something darker than most.
Milla: Thanks, I'm still writing, I write quite a bit, and while most is short, I hope this gets to be a decent length fic for you.
Darth Kottaram: Unfortunately my ideas for stories tend to cross-polinate each other, but that may just be the flaw in my style. I am glad it's original as i really don't want to get close to someone elses work.
lu118282: Exactly, I'm still considering having other crossovers in this to have it spread through after he takes over the magical world.
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The harsh rain did not slow the landing of assault craft just out of sight of Malfoy Manor, the stormtroopers and walkers as well as a few suprises quickly disembarked and formed up for the attack. Two larger devices were unloaded and positioned for the opening strike, mobile artillery, something that would rock the magical world for years to come.
Lord Tryan, mask returned to his face, smiled as he knew that this would be an interesting thing, something that would truely begin his first campaign. His troops would make this a night to remember and the violence would be something to be remembered.
He walked slowly through the ranks and pulled his cloak up and locked it into position as his focus reached a new level. The twin lightsabers were in his hands as he crested the hill that hid the manor, and a grim laugh echoed for a moment before he activated both blades.
"Knock-knock," he whispered, his voice carried by the communications gear inside the stormtroopers armor and it had begun.
The massive artillery pieces fired first, and their impact shook the the ground like an earthquake as a cloud of debris rained down all around and the alarm was sounded. And the first legions crested the hill beside their master.
Death Eaters came pouring out of the mansion, wands ready and they froze, staring at the forces arrayed before them, and the black clad form that would soon be in the nightmares of any survivors of the wizards.
"All forces," harry snapped, "ATTACK!"
Then the snap-hiss of both blades extnding and the constant hissing of rain vaporizing against the blades. Then the firefight began as the Stormtroopers opened fire enmasse, and then the AT-ST's moved into position, pouring heavier weapons fire as well as explosives into the mix.
And the young Sith Lord charged his foes with both blades deflecting spells and curses back at his foes, leaving what appeared to be a crimson wall before him.
The second artillery barrage tore through a third of the Death Eaters and wounded even more when the energy blade wielding force user who hit them like a cannon.
It was only then that the screams began as death hit them head on in the chaos, the stormtroopers and chicken walkers slow approach closed in. The death white armor of the soldiers was something that increased the fear in their targets, and the towering walkers created fear amidst the ranks, never slowing or even showing reactions to what was going on around them.
Then silence reigned for a moment as the two blades were extinguished and the surviving Death Eaters surrendered before the onslaught against beings their spells could not effect.
"Take those the injured and captives back to base," Tyran began as he eyed the intact mansion, "We're not done here."
"Sir," one of them responded as a detachment broke off, "Move death eater scum!"
He turned to the remaining troops as the prisoners were led away by a tenth of the total strike force, "Set blasters to stun and take up positions to take the land, it will be ours as well."
"Sir!" the remaining troops shouted as one as they returned to formation and resumed their advance on the house.
"Commense the assault," he growled while, as one, the entire force switched their weapons to stun, "Anyone inside without a mark or younger than sixteen is to be brought to me as soon as hostilities cease."
"As you wish," came the response as the AT-ST's blasted the doors to admit the troops that charged through it like a swarm of bees.
His four crimson clad guards stood around him, force pikes held in position to wait for what was to come as the several shuttles launched skywards and soared overhead. He smiled behind the mask as his mind checked the modified wards he'd set up upon the landing, a variation of the anti-apparition and portkey ones and the spells to create the Floo link, turning them into a trap that would dump anyone other than him attempting to leave in such ways right to Azkaban and into a sealed cell until he was ready to deal with them.
Then the distinct popping of people apparating in was heard as his guards tensed themselves, weapons at the ready as Harry smirked as placed his hands on the blade hilts at his belt.
"All of you surrender," he heard an Auror snap at them only to have several hundred stormtroopers take aim at them from all directions and his red guard move to strike.
"I think not," Tyran responded with a frown, "You see, we are here to deal with an internal matter, stay out of it or you will be considered prisoners of my forces, any attack on me or my men will result in you incarceration in Azkaban, under my control for as long as I see fit."
The suprised Aurors attempted to attack, but the instant they started to cast the spells, dozens of stun bolts intersected, sending them to the floor in a twitching heap.
He turned to the Stormtrooper captain nearest to him, "Secure them in the fortress, I will deal with them later, also inform my troops to return all captives from the Manor to Azkaban, I will head back now, I have something of great importance to do, if any more Aurors show up, give them the same option I gave these, stun those that resist and escort those that agree out of the trap, also begin fortification and construction as soon as the mansion is secure."
"As you wish my Lord," a stormtrooper with blood red markings replied, "I will see to it personally."
With that the black clad figure simply vanished, apparating himself and his personal guard away with the same grim ease he had shredded everything in his path only moments earlier and the remaining soldiers continued their mission without a moments hesitation.
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Fudge was in a rage about this Lord Tyran who had taken control of Azkaban and removed all ministry presence by force from the island. And the battle in Diagon Alley had been reported as something scary to witness, as the Death Eaters were cut down with ease, their attacks redering shields inneffective.
The man who led them was someone who would be a nightmare for anyone who stood against him in any kind of open warfare. And yet no magic seemed to have been used by that entire force except to arrive and appear, and even then most of it was a portkey, one directly from Azkaban.
"Sir, we have someone here comming to meet you," he heard the frantic voice of Wetherby.
"I'm busy," he retorted with a snort, "Send them away!"
"Sir, they aren't going to leave, one of the undersecretaries is trying to slow them down for the warning, but it is Tyran and aparently some guards, and a pair of dementors."
"Oh hell," the man muttered to himself, "Show them in."