'Choose a planet. Choose a world, ravage it.'

The Dark Side had not wasted time in providing Spectre with the inspiration she needed to serve the Force rather than serve the long-term desires of the Sith, and as she guided the ship she had chosen to serve as her tool, Spectre could feel the pleasure in the Dark Side. It reminded her of the work of Darth Krayt's servant Vul Isen had served the One Sith by creating bio-weapons which had spread fear and terror as well as many other darker emotions which only strengthened the Dark Side; the Givin Sith Lord had been despised, hated and envied for his lack of combat training and it made many Sith warriors look down on him but they had envied him for his ability to strengthen the Dark Side.

As the Star Destroyer which had survived the war waged against Darth Krayt orbited the planet New Alderaan, Darth Spectre thought it poetic that the strike against the New Republic the new Sith Order she was founding was the world the original Death Star had destroyed.

Sadly she didn't have one, but truthfully she didn't need a super weapon, not for anything this big. It was simply not necessary, and besides after learning how much the Force had despised Death Stars, she didn't see the need to blow a planet to bits, not to prove a point.

Star Destroyers had grown larger and larger over the decades, and when Spectre had consulted the Dark Side, after hours of meditation so she could process everything the spirits of Momin and Millennial had told her and advised her to do, rather than fall into the familiar pattern the Sith had repetitively attempted over the centuries, the Force had quickly made it clear to Spectre what it wanted.

And….Spectre had been shaken. The Dark Side had provided the Sith with their power, providing each Sith Lord with an avalanche of power and a desire, a lust to destroy.

To the Dark Side, the Sith were wanting, and each Sith had served only themselves. Spectre knew that; when she had meditated, she had seen flashes of the various Sith Emperors and Sith Masters, right down to Sith Marauders and even lower down to acolytes using the Dark Side's power for themselves.

Wanting?

Spectre didn't want to be seen as wanting, and she didn't want her future apprentice to be, either.

A month ago, Darth Spectre had consulted the holocron avatar guardian of Darth Millennial, one of the original members of the Banite Sith as well as the much older Darth Momin, and she had spent a lot of time going over what they had told her. For almost a year, Spectre had been delayed from tracking down an ideal individual to take the role of Sith apprentice while she collected all of the Sith lore she could while hiding from the New Republic and the Jedi.

The Republic and the Jedi had learnt from their mistakes, surprisingly enough, after the New Sith Wars centuries ago; the complacency and belief the Sith had died out had been one of the primary reasons why Darth Bane had survived and found Zannah. The Jedi wanted to make sure that never happened; they had been scouring the galaxy regardless of whether they were wanted or not, tracking down contacts, dealing with whatever stragglers had made it out and were causing a lot of noise, purging the galaxy of every single Dark Jedi they encountered.

The Jedi Order did not want a repeat of Sidious's Jedi Purge happening again, but Spectre, a logically minded and scientific woman, wondered if, secretly, the Grand Master was making preparations for the worst in the long run. Spectre certainly would, if she was a weak-minded idiot.

But the Jedi and the Republic were not the only ones to learn from their mistakes. Spectre had no intention of her Sith order falling the way Bane's order had, never mind the one she'd been a mere apprentice to.

As the sensors recalibrated from the jump back from lightspeed, Spectre ignored all of the comm traffic aimed at her ship. She concentrated on programming the Star Destroyer, and the Mirilian smirked to herself, as the massive warship slowly pointed downwards. Once she was finished, Spectre finished by setting the countdown before using the Force to prevent any chance of sabotage; it was not likely, but some small ship could be sent to the Destroyer and see what was going on; by now the New Alderaan Space and Air Traffic control was sending her dozens of messages, demanding to know what was happening and they sounded increasingly panicky.

Spectre smirked harder as she watched the countdown, before she broke off into a run, using Force speed to reach the hanger bay; the Destroyer's artificial gravity instantly compensated for the tilting of the ship.

Spectre sighed with relief when the turbo-lift reached the deck, as she raced through the corridors to the hanger deck, the gravity struggled to compensate as the Destroyer tipped, but she reached the ship she'd secreted there. She jumped into the cockpit and she instantly set the navigational computer to take her to above the north pole of the system's nearby gas giant. Spectre hurried on her way, using the Force to keep upright, and she jumped into his ship as soon as she got to the hanger deck.

Her ship's computer kicked in when she retracted the entry ramp, and it took off and left the Star Destroyer. Reaching the cockpit Spectre programmed the navigational computer to take her ship quickly towards one of the gas giants in the star system, all so she could watch. Fortunately, her ship's navigational computer was quick and she only had to spend a few seconds in the hyperspace vortex, before her ship arrived at the gas giant.

Opening up the scanners, the Sith Lady watched as the Star Destroyer went into light speed.

Hyperspace ram was one of the most devastating and destructive acts to be committed. When a ship went into hyperspace, it had to accelerate to light speed, if there was something in the way then there would be two stems of atoms and molecules trying to fill in the space. In the end, there was mutual annihilation. It went on the smaller scales, but with space being so vast, it was never a problem if a ship tried to jump right in front of other starships, their atoms would mix with those of the other ships until they ripped themselves to pieces.

In a planet's case…

Spectre felt the shockwave in the Force, as millions of people and animals, the whole planet, screamed as it was ripped apart, massive cracks wrenched as if the planet were a piece of fruit which had been torn to pieces.

The Sith had prevailed, and drunk on the success, Spectre quickly basked in the throes of the planet's death cries before she remembered the Jedi would soon be coming here to investigate, and she did not want to be here. But it didn't matter, because Darth Spectre had won. After today, she would double her search for her new apprentice show them this kind of wonder, and inspire them to serve the Dark Side rather than play games.

Either way, the Sith would win.