Wretched pain greeted the Emperor as he rose from his bed. He felt weakened as though he had lost some of his vast power. He clicked his neck, dressed then left for his combat drill.

The Death Stars dark colour scheme left a lot to be desired, it always felt cold, like it was minus thirty degrees not the usual twenty-seven degree heat Cye had in his Throne room. He entered the room silently to see his younger brother sitting uncomfortably on the cold durasteel floor, just from looking at Syen he could see that the man was not quite his usual cheerful self.

"Brother, to what do I owe this... pleasure?" Cye asked.
"I wanted to see how you are but obviously you are fine so I will be leaving shortly."
"To what end do you have concern for me Civilianist." Cye spat in his just monotone voice.
"Its not about what side I'm on, its about you being my brother."
"Well you can consider yourself unneeded. I do not need your sympathy."
"How do you manage to make everything negative? How do you manage to push everyone away? Do let me know Brother."
"Well its called being a Sericius maybe you should try it." Cye said as his control cracked and anger filled his voice.
"Oh look the Droid shows emotion when pushed enough!"
"You do not effect me."
"Oh really? Then why bring me from Kamino? Why save me and Kayl from dying of starvation on Kamino?"
"Because I was keeping the company of Galen Marek, I could not be cruel in front of him"
"Sure! You just hate the fact that you grew a conscience when you grew that icy heart of yours!"
"That is unfair."
"How is it? I know what you did. I know all about the lava of Mustafar Cye, you think I'm weak and stupid but I'm not, you think your the only one who is gifted?"
"You know nothing! Gifted? You can barely use one lightsaber let alone two!"
"Han Solo. You robbed Padme of her Father, of someone she could truly connect with, so shes stuck with me because of YOU."
"Han was an.. inconvenience. He should not have gotten in my way."
"Of course! The ice-man blames everyone else for his murderous nature! YOU JUST LIKE TO KILL. That is why you keep the war stocked with new soldiers. YOU are causing the bloodshed!"

Cye paced silently as his body battled the durasteel inside of it, fighting for control, fighting for dominance over Cye's arm.

"Leave." Cye stated coldly.
"Can't handle the truth Cyeberius?" Syen jeered.
"My name is Cye."
"Not to Sidious it wasn't, he named you after all. He named us all, your name is Cyeberius Sericius, the prodigy of Sidious the miracle creation!"
"It is Cye."
"No brother, you are still Sidious' puppet. You did his bidding after all did you not?"
"Vader was a monster."
"As are you."
"I AM NOT A MONSTER!"
"Really? You killed, Cali's Mother, threatened your son, killed Padme's Father and involved yourself in a War that shouldn't have even started."
"Han is not Padme's Father." Was all Cye could defend himself with.
"Oh please next you will be telling me that Kento isn't Galens."
"Padme is not Han's daughter, check the timeline idiot, it was well over nine months after Hans death that Padme was born, ask your beloved Leia who the baby's Father is then? Hm?"
"You are nothing more than a murderer and a liar." Syen stated coldly as he turned on his heel and walked off.
"Now who has a heart of ice?" Cye called after him.


Caleb had settled in late last night with his new unit. He had already seen some action although it was only three Rebel Clones with only two blasters between them, he had picked them off with minimal effort. His brown hair smelt of smoke as he lay in his hammock in the large barrack tent.

"Oi, Marek the commanders on his way get ready, your only a junior lieutenant you know."
"Yeah I know Rob, I'll be cleaned up and ready to smile and wave long before he gets here."
"Well he will be here in, 5,4,3,2- Commander Corag Sir!" Robert 'Rob' Dalfin said as he saluted his commander.

Caleb leapt from his bunk suddenly clean yet still stinking of smoke, he stood to attention and saluted politely.

"Commander!" Caleb greeted.
"At ease boys." Corag said to the mass of officers in front of him.
"Yes Sir!" Many voices accepted.
Boots scuffled as blaster fire bounded across the line into their territory.


Galen slammed the Governors door shut as he entered anger painted plainly and simply on his face.
"YOU KNEW THAT CALEB IS MY SON! YOU KNEW I DIDN'T WANT HIM IN THE WAR!" Galen shouted disrespectfully.
"Sit down and shut up Marek."
"NO! I GAVE YOU CONTROL OF MY ARMY BECAUSE I THOUGHT YOU WERE UN BIAST AND WOULDN'T ACCEPT KIDS INTO OUR RANKS!"
"I won't tell you again sit down and shut up."
"No. I officially declare you to be stripped of title and booted out on your arse!" Galen screamed.
"You do not have the authority or the balls to do that!"
"You forget who the people rally behind because it certainly isn't you!"
"I'm more powerful than you may think Marek."

Galen whipped his hilt off of his belt and ignited it with a snap-hiss and held it to the Governors throat.

"You do not know what power and restraint are!" Galen shouted as he held his blade perfectly still.
"Good, feel your anger running threw you."
"WHAT DID YOU SAY?"
"I didn't say anything." The Governor replied as he wiped beaded sweat from his forehead.
"You will clear you desk and be gone within the hour."
"No, you are gone, not me."

Galen pushed his blade closer to the Governors skin so that it was but a centimetre from the flesh.

"Care to reconsider?"
"No, you hatred and anger are your passion, they are true power."
"You. Your a SITH?"
"I didn't say anything Galen."
"I didn't ask if you had."

A bolt of bluish-purple lightening flooded the space between Galen and the Governor, Galen fell back his blade crashing and burning threw the floor as he writhed in agonising pain.