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"Speaking"

'Thought'

'Telepathic'

-One Sith-

Naboo

The invasion of Naboo had ended. The Trade Federation surrendered without hesitation once their droid army unexpectedly powered down. The whimsical fanfare from the Gungan parade as they traveled down the Palace Plaza caused an uproar of cheers from the Human citizens of Theed.

Pink-white flower pedals floated on the gentle heavenly breeze, adding to the harmonious occasion.

Standing behind the Naboo Queen, the recently elected Supreme Chancellor smiled at the sight. Darius, like all true people of Alderaan, enjoyed the prospect of music, art and literature; he felt at home here, ironically enough. He had done it. Everything he dreamed and desired were now his.

The Sith Lord won in an landslide victory, unlike anything ever to occur in a very long time. His green eyes lingered towards the sky, wondering if the Force was trying to plot something. He and his master had similar thoughts when Plagueis delved further into the forbidden art of creating life. The Force allowed it to happen, it was not his fault. Focusing his attention to the incoming Gungan leader Boss Nass, Darius watched as the Governor of Naboo, Sio Bibble, hand a large orb made of blown glass to Amidala. Within the glass orb flared a storm of plasma energy. The Queen of Naboo handed the orb to the Gungan leader, who turned towards the massive crowd of the parade, and held it above his head triumphantly.

The Globe of Peace.

"Peace!" The Gungan cried, flourishing the crowd with renewed vigor and prosperity between the Naboo and the Gungans.

The Chancellor saw Padme's eyes focus on him. When he gave in and looked towards her direction, she looked away. An amusing smile brightened his face, clapping alongside the crowd. Now he had his own plans to set into motion, and he would be damned if he didn't reap the benefits of his hard work.

-One Sith-

Naboo Funeral Temple

The humidity of the fire was the only source of light at the temple, the sun having already settled into its slumber. A handful of highly respected members of the Naboo government and Jedi Masters stood somberly at the passing of Qui-Gon Jinn.

Slain by a Sith Lord.

Keeping his head low, Darius nearly grinned at the restrained smile he saw from Saarai. She was apparently enjoying herself. 'Good girl,' thought Darius with pride. Lifting his head a tad higher, he peered towards the Padawan of the fallen Jedi Master, Obi-Wan Kenobi. The Padawan stared directly at the burning body of his master, his blue eyes unblinking, as if he wanted to remind himself of his failure.

The Chancellor's green eyes gazed towards the Grandmaster and the Master of the Order, noticing a conversation between the two. Stealthily and quietly moving towards the two most powerful Jedi, Darius greeted the symbols of his enemies.

"Chancellor," Mace Windu stated, his tone flat and stern.

Darius offered a small charming smile to Yoda. "Clearly there must be something important if you are suddenly quiet, during a funeral I might add."

"This is a time of reflection," continued Windu.

"I understand, losing someone close to you can be rather painful."

"Not a time of mourning, this is. Becoming one with the Force, Qui-Gon Jinn has, a rare and wonderful gift to all living and dead creatures," Yoda said, his soft voice lightening the dark mood.

Darius nodded, a roguish grin replacing the comforting smile. "Speaking of the dead, I thought the ancient enemies of the Jedi have been long gone." The worried and troubled looks of the Jedi filled the Sith Lord with smug humility. "And to my understanding, if there's one then there might be more."

"We don't want to assume right away that the Sith have returned," Windu asserted, his voice a bit louder now. A brief tension arose between the Chancellor and the Jedi. "The galaxy will not understand the implication of something like this."

"There are many things people can't comprehend," Darius said. "In either case, this does not end up well for the Jedi. On one end you have the apparent rise of the Sith, on the other you have a fallen Jedi." The Supreme Chancellor looked over his shoulder towards the burning corpse. "Another one it seems."

"To the bottom of this matter, we will get," affirmed Yoda, his blue eyes stern with declarative focus. "Another war with the Dark side, the galaxy will not see."

"For your sake, I hope so," declared Darius. "I don't want my name to be remembered for the galaxy being burnt to the ground because of the Jedi's lack of vision."

Turning his back to the Jedi, Darius walked towards the Padawan as the funeral was finishing. Standing on the other side of the Padawan, Darius eyed the nine year old girl next to him before focusing. "Qui-Gon Jinn was a good man. He spoke highly of you, Kenobi."

Kenobi faced the Supreme Chancellor, a look of melancholy surprise etched in his eyes before correcting himself. "He was a wise man, yes. The wisest that I've ever known. I miss him."

The Supreme Chancellor cleared his throat. "I don't want to impose on you, especially during this time, but I need the details of the Sith Lord that you faced; what did he look like?"

"She."

Darius blinked, furrowing his brow in surprise. "Excuse me?"

"The Sith Lord we faced was a female Twi'lek. She had red skin with black tattooed markings, that's all I know."

A female Twi'lek Sith Lord.

Green eyes focused on the Jedi Masters. "I imagine for your efforts against this great threat you'll be promoted to Jedi Knight." Kenobi nodded solemnly, casting his eyes downward in guilt. "Fret not, Padawan. From what I've heard of these Sith Lords and their legends, you're lucky to be alive."

The girl stared at Darius, narrowing her eyes at him. The Supreme Chancellor sensed the girl's anger, and most surprisingly, her connection to the Force. There was a powerful dormant of strength laying in her. Being careful as to not stare in return, Darius shifted his position so he was looking at Kenobi fully.

"I would be cautious with this Kenobi, I have the feeling that the Jedi Council will try to hide this fact from the rest of the galaxy," advised Darius. "Things are changing, I want you to be cautious before something happens."

The Jedi Padawan contemplated on the Chancellor's words. "Of course, your Excellency."

Darius padded Kenobi on the shoulder, heaving a tired sigh. "It's been a long day. I have to head back to Alderaan before heading to my office. For the next two terms."

-One Sith-

House Alde; Alderaan

The brisk, winter wind brushed passed Darius' hair, his skin unaffected from the cold of the Juran Mountains. He and Saarai traveled up the stairs entering the fine decorated home of his ancestors. Saarai took off her master's cloak and folded it over her arms, eyeing the Chancellor's back.

"You have a visitor, Miss Mina Bonteri," answered a first-degree medical droid. 11-4D was his former master's droid; a loyal droid and very knowledgeable and skilled in the medical field. The droid flicked its appendages in preparation for his new master's orders.

"That'll be all 11-4D," Darius dismissed, strolling past the droid. Saarai and 11-4D followed after their master into the large, spacious living room. On the spacious lounge modular couch, Mina Bonteri sipped on emerald wine, her legs and bare feet spread out. He knew that position.

"Hello my dear," Mina greeted, smiling fondly at the newly reigned Supreme Chancellor.

"I'm happy to see you," Darius said, leaning down and embraced his love in an upside-down kiss. "I'm elated even." Sitting next to Mina after she scooted partially over, Darius leaned back against his seat. He kept a close eye on the Chagrian, observing her formal posture as she sat down. However he smiled when Mina rested her head on her lover's shoulder. "With what's been going on, I'll need a new council. I want you to be by my side as Senior Administrative Aide."

"Who'll serve as Vice Chair?" Mina asked. Her experience as a Senator masked the undertone of hurt rising in her.

"Saarai," Darius answered, looking towards the Chagrian. "You know my words as well as anyone, and I trust you." Mina lifted her head from Darius' shoulder, her eyes flickering.

"That makes sense I suppose."

"Mina," Darius called to her, resting his hand on her inner thigh. He exhaled gently, thinking of the words he needed to weave. "You are a smart, beautiful, passionate woman. This was not an easy decision to make but it has been done. I want you by my side. I fear that my time as Chancellor will bear fruition to something that will shake the foundation of the Republic. I need people I can trust and confide in, the Senate has always been weak you know this, look at what has happened already." His grip tightened on her thigh then eased as he caressed her flesh, moving towards her soft haven.

"Don't," Mina voiced placing her hand firmly on top of his, preventing his devoted touch. She looked awkwardly towards the Chagrian, still holding Darius' hand. "Not now… what has caused you to be this concerned with the Senate?"

"During the invasion of Naboo it had been drawn to my attention that the ancient enemy of the Jedi may arise- the Sith."

"You believe that they caused the conflict with the Trade Federation?"

The Supreme Chancellor shrugged his shoulders, trying with every fiber of his being to not smile. "I have no doubt, and the Jedi seem adamant about keeping this potential threat a secret from the Republic."

"Why would they do that? If it's clearly evident that it was the Sith-"

"I don't know," Darius interrupted, heaving with a disgruntled growl. "The Jedi can be stubborn, painstakingly so. And arrogant and set in their ways, they're supposed to be servants for the Republic not the other way around." Mina observed the dark frown on her beloved's face, even in his vexed state his pouty demeanor he looked ravishing.

"They probably don't want the Republic to panic unnecessarily until they felt confident," suggested Mina.

"The Padawan whose master died to the Sith Lord confirmed it, so there isn't much more to say," continued Darius. "And the rules of the Sith has changed, at least according to legend."

The Senator of Onderon frowned slightly at her lover, "How do you know that?"

"I read and I was curious on the histories of the Jedi and Sith," Darius explained. "My point is why are the Jedi so adamant about keeping this a secret? Always two there are." Mina's brow furrowed deeper as the conversation continued. Something didn't feel right.

Saarai waited patiently but her agitation began to slowly unfurl. Her stare towards the female Senator and growing lust for her master started to overwhelm her. Be patient, he said, You've waited this long. You will be happy that you did.

"A Master and an Apprentice," spoke Saarai, catching the attention of the Senator and Chancellor. "One to covet the power… and the other to crave it."

Darius' green eyes flushed to orange, daring her to speak another word.

"What are you hiding Darius?" demanded Mina, slowly, hesitantly, facing Darius.

Glaring at the Chagrian and growling in his throat, he turned towards his love. "I wanted this moment to be more… special. And what I've wanted to tell you this for so long." Shaking his wrists, the whooshing sound of his lightsabers popped from his sleeves, and Darius handed them to Mina.

Her heart… Her mouth opened, but…

Darius rested his lightsabers onto her lap, sensing her body tense under its touch. "You caused the Trade Federation to invade Naboo… You caused those deaths."

"It would've happened anyway, Mina. The Senate's been weak and arrogant for many decades, long before we were born. You know this," justified Darius.

"That doesn't give you the right to-" Darius firmly grasped her by the shoulder, his green eyes dimming as he watched her struggle out of his grasp. "Let me go!"

"Listen to me," Darius urged. "The Republic will not last for much longer, even if I didn't get involved some other spark would've ignited the rest of the galaxy to become divided in a civil war."

"And how do I know that this wasn't your plan from the start?"

"It's always been the Grand Plan."

Her body went limp at the declaration, her mind becoming foggy in betrayal. She shouldn't be hearing this… she didn't want to hear this. She didn't need to hear this.

"A war will break out so my master and I created an army. A clone army."

Mina's gray eyes pierced through Darius, her beautiful lips slightly agape. "… I don't believe this."

"I am a Sith Lord," Darius confessed finally, directly. "The monster that parents scare their children at night with, but that fear keeps them alive. I will keep the galaxy alive by tearing down the Republic and the Jedi." Picking up the lightsabers he placed them back in his sleeves, casting a small glare at Saarai. "Democracy doesn't last in the hands of the people; they're weak, stupid, and paranoid. The Senators are no better because they represent the people, and people fear the truth of themselves more than anything else."

"What do you suggest? An Empire to rule over the entire galaxy?"

Darius nodded. "It's the only course of action left that the 'people' will accept. They always want someone to blame, I'll take that burden. I'm already hated either way." The revealed Sith Lord stood and walked a few steps from Mina.

Guilt, anger, betrayal, shock; those emotions made her feel queasy. Everything she knew about him… was it true… was it a lie?

"Did you ever… lie to me?" implored Mina.

"Never," answered Darius. "I didn't tell you about my past since I wanted you to love me for who I was, not hate me for what I was." Walking up to her and kneeling, he took her hands into his and caressed them. "I never wanted to hurt you Mina, I truly didn't. But I can't let the Republic continue its path of procrastination and bureaucracy. It needs my strength and guiding hand in order to survive. You know the truth of my words, please believe them."

She looked at their joined hands. Memories of those hands always intertwined in sensual passion, his words whispering in her ear, and the grind of their covet bodies soaking the sheets of their shared bed. These same memories welled in her tears, sliding down her cheeks in fulfillment.

"I love you."

Joy, relief and adoration brightened his face, his eyes dancing. "I know."

"I… need time to think this over," Mina stood from the couch and placed her heels on. Darius offered to walk her out but she politely refused. "I want to trust you, I just need to… I need space." Embracing her in a lovers kiss, the Sith Lord watched her leave his ancestral home; his eyes lingering on her backside.

"You must be out of your damn mind," berated Darius, his orange eyes fixated on Saarai.

"Someone's a sore loser," mocked the Chagrian, smirking confidently.

The shadow of the Sith Lord grew from his control, drowning the entire living room in his dark power. "This is not a game! Not anymore!" His voice lowered an octave, an animalistic growl began to take over his rational side. "Are you that petty and jealous that you would destroy everything that I have built?!"

Saarai stood from her place, walking boldly and stared eye to eye with the Dark side incarnate. "Not so much fun when you're on the losing side, is it? To know that one little tiny thing can crumble the mightiest of gods." Her yellow eyes flirted dangerously at the Dark side, she knew the risk of her words. Yet she knew him, he said it himself, better than anyone.

Firm hands grasped her shoulders, and Darius devoured her lips with passionate desire. A low chuckle filling the tense air. "You must be out your damn mind, cause you are the only person to have tested my limits this far."

"This time I'm playing to win, not to appease my ego," Saarai chastised. Her soft blue hands caressed her master's face; it felt smooth and warm, his scent of fine spices ignited a fire in her belly.

Orange eyes diluted to mischievous green; the Sith Lord's devilish grin sent a shiver of anticipation down the Chagrian's spine. "You can now see what I have wanted from you- to walk into the calm eye of the storm that is me and look directly in my eyes and have that beautiful smirk." His gaze lowered to her neck, his lustful hunger to taste her delectable flesh beginning to blind him. "Your place is by my side Saarai, it always was. But I needed a strong woman to help see my vision, you are that strong woman."

The Chagrian's brow rose. "And of Mina Bonteri?"

"She's another strong woman I want and need," answered Darius simply. "She represents the former life I had, you represent the life I have now- exotic, full of liberty, and independence. Both halves of myself within my hands." He kissed her once more, softer and sensual. "Do you have a problem with that now?"

Saarai shook her head, her gaze lowered to his chest. "If that is your will-"

"I didn't ask that," scolded the Sith Lord.

She didn't speak for a time. She wasn't sure if she was even thinking of her response. She just felt… there in his presence, he tended to have that affect. Not small or minute, but more like the air surrounding her.

Darius lifted her chin and forced her to look at him. "Answer me," he softly but firmly demanded. She kept her gaze on the handsome Sith Lord, and he could see her answer. Yet he waited to actually hear it.

"Not anymore," Saarai finally answered.

-One Sith-

Discarding the fine, regal clothing from their bodies, laying scattered on the living room floor, the Sith Lord and his apprentice absorbed the carnal desire of the other's bodies.

The fine sculpted body of Darth Deus caused the Chagrian's body to quiver in anticipation, her legs becoming weak. His body was the epitome of physical culmination. His deep-cut abs flexed with his growing breath, his expression firm and commanding. His emerald green eyes sparkled with wanton desire.

All of that because of her. She loved the influence she apparently had over him. Glancing between his legs laid her prize; large and thick and pulsating, his own measure of his physical essence and domination.

Her cerulean skin laid bare before his eyes, and it was worth his patience. And hers too. Young, vibrant, beautiful, and with a stride of confidence in her figure, Saarai was now silently challenging him.

Reaching out with his hand, Darius grabbed Saarai gently by her throat and gently applied pressure. Seeing her reaction, mild shock and amusement, he released her but kept his hand on her cheek.

A soft growl emitted from the Dark Lord's throat, his lover's tender stroke on his cock. Saarai released a haughty breath on Darius' neck, her heart pounding.

Halting her sexual touch with a wordless hand, the Dark Lord spoke. "Worship my cock first, it wants your sweet touch. Once I tell you to stop, you'll get your punishment for disobeying me."

"Yes, Master," Saarai teased, winking as she got to her knees again. Giving Darius her charming smile, Saarai gave a tender lick to his huge balls. Fondling his large balls with her plump lips, smeared against his sack, marking her place on her beloved master.

"I know you can do better," Darius urged, a boyish grin masking the lust boiling deep within. Lathering his balls completely in her saliva, the Chagrian grinned and slapped her face with his twelve inch cock; it was so long and so thick and delicious!

"No need to rush Master, I have you under my power," countered Saarai. Darius raised an eyebrow.

"You've grown a little too bold, my apprentice."

The Chagrian scoffed, continuing to bury her face on his cock, inhaling his earthy musk lovingly. She slapped the head of his cock, the member waved back and forth in front of her lusting yellow eyes.

Saarai took another slap at his cock. "It is the power of the Dark side that gives me strength."

"I give you strength," countered the Dark Lord. "Through my training, through my wisdom, through my desire have you gain this kind of power." Grinning widely, Saarai grabbed her lover's hand and pulled him towards the couch, poising her legs high and wide. Soaking in the erotic view, the Dark Lord's orange eyes ingrained the beautiful sight of her pussy, tits, and yellow eyes; the burning desires between them were breathtaking, and they would join their holy place as a single soul. Smiling and taking both of her legs, Darius acknowledging the black nail polish on her toes and kissed her bare feet; her soles were soft and his tongue caressed every inch of them. His kisses trailed upward to her ankles, his tongue tasting her perfect legs.

Reaffirming his grip on her ankles, Darius pried her legs open to a perfect split. Her pussy winked at him. His cock, fully erect, descended into her folds; the tip prodding selfishly at her entrance, the apprentice's moaning enticing the Dark Lord's pride. Squatting and angling his hips, his ever-long cock rubbed its full, thick length against her pussy. The burning sensation of aching lust inflamed his ball sack, however using his godly strength of will, Darius maintained control.

Placing his left foot on her face, Darius angled his hips again and plunged his entire length into her womanhood, the tip entering the womb. Saarai arched her back and a shout of blissful pain shot through her; the euphoria she experienced was worth it!

Muffled cries came from the apprentice, her right leg hoisted upon the Dark Lord's shoulder as he fucked her with the depths of his violent lust. She felt her womb and pussy stretch with every thrust of her lord's cock, perfectly melding with each other. The screams of ecstasy from the Chagrian brought a genuine smile to Darius. All of this, he had done for her, for them. Her yellow eyed gaze bored into his, silently asking of want and comfort, and her tears of joy darkened her skin.

Darius thrusted harder and deeper into her, his balls slapping against her pussy and looked deep into her soul.

"I love you," Darius grunted, sweat beading on his face. "I will give you the galaxy. Together we will rule. What bigger devotion of love can I give you than that?"

Her tears fell faster, her heart swelling. Short gasps left her lungs burning.

"You. Just you."

As he removed his foot from her face, Darius grabbed her arms and slowly lifted her to him. Yellow eyes widened in surprise as he gazed into her. Such a passionate, tender kiss brought the Master and Apprentice's lips together; slow, sensual, loving, caring…

Such a monster of the Sith couldn't feel such things…

Passion… Ambition… Desire… Aspiration… Determination… Destiny…

Breaking off the kiss, Darius cupped his lover's face and wiped the tear streaks from her face. "Look at me," he demanded gently. He adjusted his cock that was still in her womb. "You are mine. You are not weak anymore, I made you stronger. Remember that. I do not tolerate weak women by my side, only the strong shall lay with me, and you are quite strong."

Embracing his lover in a protective hug, the warmth of her tears ran down his neck. Darius kissed her temple in soothing hope.

"We need to talk," Darius called. "About your presence on Naboo."

"I am sorry, my lord. The Jedi were stronger than I thought," A Lethan Twi'lek spoke, bowing before the naked glory of the Dark Lord. Her sister in the Dark side, a female Devaronian, knelt beside her.

"I'm insulted," Darius stated, standing to his full height, pulling his cock out of Saarai. "Have I taught you nothing? To use the shadows as your strength? To leave no trace of our existence? To kill a Jedi properly?"

"Prepare my ship," ordered the Dark Lord to Saarai. "I'll be leaving soon." Taking a breath to focus, he addressed his apprentices as the Chagrian quickly departed the room. His stern orange gazed upon the bowing head of the Twi'lek, he could feel her body quivering slightly in his presence. Good, she still knew of his power. "I must admit however, killing a Jedi Master is most impressive. Most impressive indeed."

The Twi'lek dared to look upon her master, but remained wise and kept her gaze to the floor.

"The Jedi are arrogant and selfish," the Dark Lord stated, looking past his apprentices. "And it'll make my destiny harder to achieve than before. But a sacrifice I can live with." Darius returned his gaze to the Twi'lek, his eyes softening. "Look at me."

"As you wish, your highness," The Twi'lek stated, glancing up to the thick member dangling between her master's legs.

Smirking at her desires, Darius stalked closer to the female assassin. "I hope I'm not distracting you."

The Twi'lek shook her head, her eyes unblinking towards his cock.

The Dark Lord smiled playfully, his demeanor becoming regal and formal. "Your actions on Naboo have served me well. Strong, coordinated, faithful, obedient… I have trained you well."

"Thank you, Master," thanked the Twi'lek.

"I am your life. I am your death. You have passed your final test without flinching. I name you Darth Talon and you will now be one of my Hands—My own personal assassin. Henceforth, you will take orders only from me—report only to me," announced Deus, the ignition of his blood-orange lightsaber displaying the inauguration of a new Sith. "And my little poisoner," continued Deus, lowering his blade to the Devaronian's shoulder. "Be careful Maladi, that you do not scheme for scheming's sake. Do not become so enamored of your plotting that you lose sight of your goal. You will continue to serve me in the shadows and gathering intelligence with your galactic reach."

"As you wish, my lord," teased Maladi, grinning with a devilish gleam in her eyes.

"Come closer," Darius commanded, the after-echo of the Dark side reverberated from his voice. Obediently complying, the sisters of the Dark side crawled on their knees closer to the "saber" between their beloved Dark Lord's knees. Feeling their anticipation and lust, Darius' cock twitched excitedly.

Talon licked her lips in suspense, her yellow glazing at her master. She saw her master's fraternization with Saarai when they entered, she dared to imagine the intense pleasure of such a beautiful cock slamming into her womb. The Twi'lek's spine tingled at the wanton lust, her audible shiver pleasing the Dark Lord.

"Even as you alerted the presence of the Jedi of our possible existence, I am a very merciful lord," continued Darius, his speech even-tempo with each word.

The sisters of the Sith stripped their clothing and kneeled proudly in front of the Dark Lord. Their large tits stood robustly, their pussies slightly moistening in anticipation. Taking slow steps around them, he inspected what he loved; perfect feet, toned legs, flat and athletic stomach, plump peach ass, large perky breasts, and the face of angelic submission yet held an inkling of pride.

Darius reached out and caressed Maladi's cheek, her soft purr delighting him. Talon glared at her sister, not happy of her master's distracted affection. The Sith Lord stood in front of Talon, his eyes locked with hers.

"Your ship is ready when you are," Saarai called out.

Her voice didn't break the Dark Lord's gaze with his submissive apprentice. "My mercy, however, must be postponed for now." The Twi'lek's nose twitched in agitation, betrayal rising in her gut. Her beautiful eyes lit with passionate anger towards the Chagrian, her smug smile only told her the truth- she had waited until this moment to take him away from her. Her snarl only brought Saarai amusement as the Chagrian dutifully dressed her master. "Set a course for Raxus Secundus, I'll finish my talk with Mina and have her answer tonight." Darius faced his apprentices, waving his hand for them to stand. His orange eyes lingered on their nude bodies before addressing them. "Phase Two of my plan will commencing soon, prepare for my orders."

-One Sith-

Raxus Secundus

"I see you kept my gift," Darius noted, gesturing towards the Firethorn tree planted in the garden. The extremely rare miniature tree was worth the cost, seeing the glow in his lover's eyes when he presented it to her. The Senator to Onderon kept her silence, continuing her stare at the precious gift. Darius blinked and kept his stare on her, knowing she would eventually speak to him.

The Onderon Senator straightened her back and faced him, her body language entailing the quiet confidence that shone in her eyes. "You have done something that is awful. You started a civil war on Naboo. You lied to a young girl who wanted the best for her people. You manipulated the Senate to grant you the Chancellorship." Her soft, bare feet glided across the stone pathway, standing in front of the Dark Lord. Those grey-blue eyes searched within the Sith's charming emerald orbs, wanting to see some form of regret or guilt.

She only found strength and reassurance.

"What I did," started Darius, his finger caressing her cheek. "I did for me. The galaxy will be safe now because only I saw the forecoming danger that would've destroyed everything."

"What is this threat that you see?" Mina demanded, her tone somber with curiosity.

"Death… torture…" said Darius. "Not much else. But the threat of it is too real to ignore."

"Will you tell the citizens of the Republic?" asked Mina.

Darius scoffed, a smirk of disbelief on his lips. "When I transform the Republic's chaos into order. When we've built an army and fleet capable of dealing with the threat. To announce it the day after my election would do nothing but create panic and leave us open to disaster."

"I suspect you already have a plan in motion."

"In order to unite the galaxy, I will tear it apart in two. As Darth Bane declared, 'Always two there', you can't have a conflict without two opposing sides to agree on the idea of war." Cupping Mina's cheek, the Dark Lord pecked his lips against hers. "I'll tell you the plans tomorrow in my office, if you still want to stand by me in all of this."

Mina Bonteri was a woman who knew of passion, ambition and duty. She had gave her life in servitude for the betterment of the Republic. For the people in the Republic. But… if the Republic could be that easily manipulated… they could be that useless in important matters such as a civil war…

Embracing Darius, the Supreme Chancellor of the Republic, the Dark Lord of the Sith, the ancient enemy of the Jedi, and… her lover… She rested her head on his strong chest and closed her eyes.

-One Sith-

Supreme Chancellor's Office; 30 BBY

"And this Jedi just… disappeared?" questioned Darius, his demeanor crediting disbelief. "A Jedi can not just vanish without some form of trace."

"I can assure you Chancellor that this is the truth," Obi-Wan Kenobi urged. "We have discovered that an arsenal of unknown technology that might belong to the oppressors in this conflict."

The Chancellor leaned forward in his seat. "What kind of technology?"

"Not we've ever seen," a young girl spoke next to the Jedi Knight. "It looked… organic."

Darius Alde frowned at the description. Standing from his chair, he waltzed to the panoramic window and watched the reflection of the Jedi. "Have you told the Council about this?"

"Not yet," confessed Kenobi. The young girl glanced at her master quietly then looked towards her boots. "This type of technology doesn't look like anything that exists in the galaxy, at least not that I'm aware of. I figured you should hear it first."

"I thank you for that, Master Jedi," Darius thanked, charming the Jedi with a kind smile. "It appears that the Sith are hard at work preparing for some kind of invasion, but I'm not sure. Keep me posted if anymore of this sightings arise, we must be cautious."

"Yes, Chancellor," Kenobi said, bowing his head and called his apprentice to follow.

Darius eyed the young girl, sensing her growing power with each step. His stare eased as the Jedi left his office, replaced with a sober smile. Tapping his finger on his desk, the Sith Lord spun in his chair to view the majestic skies of Coruscant.

Darth Talon and Darth Maladi had begun the series of civil unrests that will cause friction against the Republic, leading to the rise of the Confederacy of Independent Systems. And the rest will take care of itself.

The door to his office swished open, which brought a smile to Darius. "I hope you didn't get lost, my dears. Perhaps to be fair, I got lost myself a few times. Still do in fact."

"Apologies about the late arrival," apologized Mina. Standing next to her was Saarai, dressed in fine, elegant purple robes. "I have the times of our next meeting with the Senate in accordance to passing the legislation requiring the disbanding of the Trade Federation's security forces."

"Oh joy," quipped Darius sarcastically, sighing in reluctance but stood and followed his lovers. Pecking each lovingly on the lips, Darius took their arms and strode out of the room.

"Quite bold today, aren't we Master?" chuckled Saarai, resting her head on the Sith Lord's shoulder.

"I'm always bold, I just get to now display it proudly," countered Darius, a playful, charming smile still poised on his young face. "Though in the ever gregariousness of politics, I might morph into someone like Valorum."

"You're such a child," berated Mina, shaking her head amusingly. She have a half-hearted breath and composed herself, and unwillingly, released her grip on the Chancellor.

-One Sith-

Muunilinst

"There's an invasion coming. A massive assault force of dark ships, shadowy figures, and weapons of great power, based on organic technology of a sort we've never seen before. We believe these Far Outsiders, as we call them, already have a foothold at the far edge of the galaxy, and even now have scouting parties seeking information on worlds and peoples to conquer..."

"Can we survive this invasion?"

"When we've turned the Republic's chaos into order," Darth Plagueis said. "When we've built an army and a fleet capable of dealing with the threat. To announce it before then would do nothing but create panic and leave us open to disaster."

Darth Deus continued his autopsy on the being cut and sliced open on the table. For the last ten years he had studied this… creature. It wasn't from this galaxy at all.

It was captured and ended up in Cog Hive Seven, a prison colony wherein deadly gladiatorial matches regularly took place between inmates. The prisoner, who had already killed two fellow inmates in transit to the colony, quickly emerged as the station's most recent champion. For six months, the warrior systematically defeated every opponent pitted against the warrior, until the champion was matched with himself, Darth Deus, who was on an undercover mission on Cog Hive Seven. After a brutal fight, Deus killed the warrior. As the being had only spoken in the species' native language, the colony's systems had failed to classify its species, point of origin, or even gender, although some of the guards suspected that the individual was a female.

But he knew what it was.

He knew and understood the way that it fought- cold, hard, brutal, without mercy. Barbaric even…

This was a monster.

A monster that existed outside the influence of the Force.

"How did you do it?" asked Deus. He rested and folded his arms on the edge of the autopsy table and stared unblinkingly at the dissected corpse. "How can something like you bypass the Force? It can't be-"

Throwing the bloodied rag at the body, Deus stormed off. Venturing into the vast library of his former master, Deus looked through all the ancient knowledge of the Sith Lord's that came before.

Again…

Again…

Again…

For years he had searched then, and still now there was no sign of success.

First with the Midi-Chlorians, now with this monstrosity.

The Dark Lord's brow furrowed. Waltzing back to the dissected corpse he stared at the head, contemplating something. "If the Midi-Chlorians are the foundation of the Force, and if this creature can somehow bypass that, then it must know the way of bypassing the Midi-Chlorians." He sighed through his nose, it didn't help. At all.

A smart Sith Lord would keep his secrets buried.

A wise Sith Lord would hone his secrets.

The Dark side could allow any and all abilities to come into fruition down its dark path.

"Or the Force works in mysterious ways," growled Deus. He was supposed to be the culmination of the Sith, of the Dark side. Yet… he was struck with failure.

Doubt was the enemy of the Sith. Weakness, fear, self-loathing…

"I overpowered you Darth Plageuis," Deus stated. "I didn't out-think you. Not truly. I used your knowledge against you and not my own." He ran his hands through his hair, frustration practically overflowing. "Perhaps you were the wisest Sith Lord while I am the strongest, limited by my body."

The Yuuzhan Vong…

The nameless enemy from a galaxy far, far away…

A/N: Hope you enjoy this chapter!

Quite the little surprise here, huh? The Yuuzhan Vong appearing….

Who is the young girl that is the apprentice to Obi-Wan Kenobi?

Power Scale (Changed from the last iteration of this story)-

Galaxy to Galaxy+:

Father

Abeloth

World Razer

Multi-Solar System to Multi-Solar System+:

The Son

The Daughter

Grandmaster Luke Skywalker

Solar System to Solar System+:

Yoda

Darth Plagueis

Mace Windu (Second in power to Yoda)

Count Dooku (Comparable to Windu)

Darth Deus

Revan

Arcann

Vitiate/Valkorion

Vaylin

Planet to Planet+:

Darth Maul

Shaak Ti

Plo Koon

Ki-Adi Mundi

Aayla Secura

Darth Talon

Darth Maladi

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Qui-Gon Jinn

Moon to Moon+:

Average Jedi Masters

Multi-Continent to Multi-Continent+:

Average Jedi Knights