He stumbled across the battlefield, tired, and depressed. Lifeless corpses are all he can see, each with their own black wound. As he walked up to his master, he sheathed his bent saber.

"All of them are dead by now, my master", he said. "Every last one".

"Good", he replied. "You always amaze me by how short of a time it takes for you to finish your tasks, Darth Oceanus".

"What is my next assignment, my master?" he asked.

"To lie in wait", he replied. "We are making too many moves too quickly. We need to slow down our rate of attacks until we can rise again".

"Yes, my master", he said, walking away.

I do not own anything in this chapter besides the plot and (maybe) the name 'Darth Oceanus'. Doesn't that sound cool though. I know this is a tiny chapter, but this is a prologue.