The (TrueSith) Empire

By LordApp

Episode 1: Poision Rains

Acid rain continue to rain down the surface of Korriban. It was the time of the year again. The waste of the chemicals the Truesith Academy experimented with had evapored and built up in the atmosphere. The acid rain was quite deadly, capable of burning a living being to death in a few minutes. It made one wonder what chemicals those Sith looked at in there labs...

Lord App started in shelter at the rain poiring down on the Valley of the Sith Lords. It was truly a breath taking sight. To see all those life forms he knew were there dieing at once...it was...astonishing

But there was always that voice in his head telling him something wasnt right about this. That the death of so much wasnt right and...

Concentrate, he thought, The Jedi were a thing of the past. Durron died years ago....he was Lord App, one with the council of the powerful Truesith, leaders of the powerful Truesith empire that continue to dominate the FOC galaxy. They had conquered so much, waged so many wars, and always were victorious, always showing the galaxy they were powerful and not to be argued with...

And yet....

No, he thought, focus on the dark side, Pred had always told him, focus on it and all your problems will be solved, your emenies will lie broken at your feet. App focused and felt its power, felt it give him what he desired, there was no room for doubt upon the TS ranks

It was the middle of the night, almost 1:00 AM, the rest of the Sith lay sleeping or mediating in their chambers. It was time for Lord App to do the same

He turned for the entrance of the academy...

By LordPred

Prequel: Birth of an Empire

Pred sits studying his new apprince, Block and wondering the potential of the dark side that lies within him. Several training sessions had already come and gone and the progress of this force adept was astonishing. "I see great things in you Block" said Pred "It's time to see how you fit in the plans of DJ." Walking away he saw that MasterDarkone was watching the previous training session. "You find a new apprntice, hes mine" Darkone said in a broken dialect that was hard to recognize. "I will not give you my apprentice," Pred fired back but Darkone was already intent on taking him. Then without warning Darkone attacked. Pred with one swift stroke of his crismon lightsaber (the lightsaber once carried by Lord Bane himself) took off the arm of Darkone. As Darkone fell to his knees Pred looked at his apprentice and then back at Darkone. "Lets go, DJ is weak. Darkone a broken shell, let us go and build an empire of our own. FOC Galaxy will not know what hit them." Pred turns and kicks Darkone in the face and force pushes his body accross the room of the pitiful DJ acadamy. As Pred and Block leave DJ behind they look to a future. A future founded on a planet called Ziost, the original homeworld of the Sith. At once they prepared to create an empire of Sith, an Empire of True Sith. Pred has now found his new role, not as apprentice but as LordPred, leader of The TrueSith Empire.

By LordApp

Episode 2: The Academy

Lord App walked slowly down the halls of the academy. Outside, he heard the faint sounds of the rain hitting the room of the academy. Not a concern because the academy's structure was durable and decided to defend against much more than mere acid rains.

App walked the halls of the academy, passing the many rooms. Most rooms were chambers for the academy students but App passed by many of the academy's best rooms. The training room, for example, decided to train recuits or test the many students of the Sith. App consider going in there and starting up a program; he could surely enjoy slaugtheing the training droids and living beasts the room had to offer. However, he was in the middle of the night and the training room proved most...loud. He didnt wish to wake everyone up.

Lord App passed the training room and went past the mess hall. The mess hall had the best food the offer in the FOC galaxy, all spoils of the conquering of many clans. App realized he was hungry so he decide he could use a small snack before he retired to his chambers. He went to pour himself a drink....

"Still up App"?, a voice said.

Continue of Episode 2

App turned and saw Lord Mit, one of the academy's best fighers, perhaps even the best. Mit was much younger than App, by three years. However, Mit's skills, most notably his lightsaber skills, were far beyond App's. He was probably one of the best fighters FOC galaxy had ever seen. However, being young, Mit was nothing compared to the knowledge and experience Pred has.

Mit was originally the leader of the small clan, the SL, before SL had went into a war with TS. Pred struck Mit down in a lightsaber dual, but impressed by Mit's skills, recuited him as his apprentice and it wasnt long before Mit reached the rank of lord. Mit's lightsaber skills now were so good he struck Pred down in many practice matches, but Mit journey to the dark side had only began. He in no way had the deep understanding of the darkside Pred had, and many times Pred unleased a ancient dark side on Mit that left him helpless against him. Neverless, Mit's skills were growing each day and he was soon to become even more power than anyone can possible imagine..

"I was just getting a drink" App said. He drank down the drink, it tasted good

"You are troubled" Mit said and started hard at him " You were in a moment in doubt a few minutes ago"

"You grow more wise each day Mit" App said "You connection to the Force is more powerful than ever"

"You are trying to change to the subject" Mit said "Why were in doubt? TS is more glorious than ever"

"You speak the truth Mit but sometimes I just dont feel what we are doing is...right"

" How can the purge of the Jedi and other ignorant fools be not right?"

"Your right, of coarse, Mit but it, like everyone, I still have my doubts"

" Of coarse, just learn to forget them and move on" Mit said and he depared to his chambers

Final segment of Episode 2

App walked to his chambers. He was in the Lords' hall, a special hall decided for the chambers of all the lords of the Truesith empire. He walked down to his chambers. His chamber was at the end of the hall, right by Kess's....

Kess.....

A flash back suddently appeared in his mind....something Kess said to him when he depared..

"....you cant deny it, Pred is a follower.", Kess said

"NO!" App thought. He shouldnt think of Kess. Kess was a thing of the past...something to be forgotten...

And yet....

App cleared his mind. This was too much to think about for today. He opened his chamber door and closed it, retiring for the night.

End of Episode 2

By LordMIT

The Story of the Young LordMIT:

It was a dark and horrid night. The hail fell so fast and hard that it made life seem like hell. A young warrior, LordMIT, stood on the battlefield. The formidable [501st] and myopic [ARC] were about to have a breath taking brawl, a brawl so brutal that over a thousand warriors would fall. LordMIT, part of the legendary [501st] Legion, prepared for the epic battle that was about to take place. With one deep breath, he charged forward facing ten other soldiers. With one slash he killed all ten swiftly. He felt a new power that he had never experienced before. The battle continued on for another eight hours, until all of his comrades had fallen. There were fifteen [ARC] left. Without control, his body lunged forward and suddenly summoned a great lightning bolt onto the [ARC] and killed them all. Lying on the ground, exhausted from the war, he began to question his being. What was he meant for? He wouldn't have been the only survivor for no reason. He eventually departed, after great thought.

He changed his identity, and joined the Sith Lords. The leader [SL]Waffles1026, had felt an aura that emmited from LordMIT.

Waffles spoke, "You are very strong with force. With proper training, you can rise to become the strongest sith in the galaxy!"

"My mission is not to become the strongest sith, but something else. You may not know of this, for you will be devestated," responded LordMIT

Waffles gave LordMIT a stern look, and walked away. Several days later, waffles let LordMIT command SL's only legion for a war against the (TrueSith). LordMIT asked his legion to wait for his return.

LordMIT ventured in the Imperial Security Bureau. At this point LordMIT was only twelve years old. With his knowledge from the Math and Sciences, he aided the ISB in a crime scene. From a recent clan match with ISB against [empire], LordMIT concluded that there had been an empire that had smurfed an (ISB). This smurf lost the clan match for (ISB). (ISB) was glad to have LordMIT with them, but LordMIT had left before they could give their thanks.

He then lead his legion into the (TrueSith) Palace. He discussed with (TrueSith)LordPred about how he wanted to offer his legion to him. (TrueSith)LordPred accepted and took LordMIT in. LordMIT, however, didn't reveal his intentions. His plan was to attack and (TrueSith) immediately for it was weak. On the night before the war, he thought on what would happen if (TrueSith) were to live. He would rise to one of the top ranks, and be extremely well known accross the galaxy. He decided to call of his attack.

The next five months went by quickly. A man named LordFazem had successfully destroyed half of (TrueSith). LordMIT spent a while restoring the palace. After several more wars and conflicts, LordMIT was recognized as third in command of (TrueSith) and one of the strongest warriors in the galaxy, if not even the best warrior in the galaxy. With his knowledge and skill, he was unstoppable. He still remained loyal to LordPred though.

The Beginings of LordAcklay:

The unsuspecting prey walks out into the open in the town of Mos Eisley, on the planet Tatooine. This unfortunate bounty hunter had met his match. As Acklay waited in the shadows, blaster pistol in hand, he began to wonder if he's doing the right thing. (Should I really go through with this? I have no personal dispute with this bounty hunter. Well, then again, if I'd have reasoned that way with that young Jedi I encountered those several months back I wouldn't be alive today. I still wonder how I survived the encounter, though I suppose a shot in the back is hard to block, even with a lightsaber, the lightsaber that is now mine.) By now there's a clear shot, Acklay squeezes the trigger and the bounty hunter is gone. (When Jabba hears another of his minions is dead, he'll raise the price on my head. I'd better get off this planet before every bounty hunter in the galaxy is on my tail.)

As Acklay leaves his haven in the shadows, he does a quick scan of the area. Not that there was anything to worry about. In this part of Tatooine this sort of thing was all too common; nobody would give the bounty hunter a second glance. Acklay goes up to where his victim lies and searches his remains. What he finds is astonishing. While the bounty hunter's blaster was top-of-the-line and the amount of credits he was carrying was immense, what surprised Acklay the most was a datapad in the bounty hunter's pocket, it contained the access codes to a small ship, not just any ship, this ship was a modified Incom T-65 X-Wing with a brand new R2 unit.

Acklay had had some training in simulators, and had proved to be a threat when in battle, especially during fighter combat. There was always something... a feeling that he knew what would happen before it did. He simply knew that the TIE fighter would bank left instead of right, he simply knew that the missile would overshoot his ship. It was more than instinct; it was as if something was in his mind, instructing him on the move he should make. Acklay contemplated this as he flew the X-Wing out of desert. The only conclusion he could come up with was that he was force-sensitive. (If I really do have a gift for using the force, I should develop the talent. There may be a time when I encounter a bounty hunter or worse with better skills than I have. I need to be ready. But how to learn? And learn what? The Jedi way? No, absolutely not, I'm sure they're not exactly happy with me considering our... encounters in the past. The Sith then? Yes, that's it, the Sith. Now where was it they have their academy... Korriban, That's It.) "R2, plot a course for Korriban, I want to meet with the TrueSith there, maybe they can hone my skills, make me a force to reckon with." The R2 unit whistled as it processed the information, finally whistling an affirmative tone, letting Acklay know the course had been entered.

Suddenly Acklay had a flashback, a memory of a battle long ago. He fighting alongside with other mercenaries and smugglers with the same amount of skill that he had, and at that point of his life, it was almost none, The battle was fought against a group of TrueSith who were practicing their tactics, training to work better as a group in combat, and what Acklay remembered was impressive. Led by LordPred, the TrueSith quickly defeated their challengers, Acklay among them. It was one of Acklay's worst defeats of his life, it was... Impressive, any group of force-users who could fight like that could surely train Acklay in the use of the force. (If only they would accept me for training. I'm fairly decent in lightsaber combat, but we'll see what happens.)

Upon arriving at Korriban, Acklay finds LordApp, working to improve his already incredible skills and to improve his ability with the force. "I've been wanting to join you. I'm not blind; I can see that you have the most powerful army of any in all of the FOC Galaxy. I would be honored to accept training as one of the apprentices of the mighty TrueSith Empire." "Perhaps," LordApp responds, "if you can pass my test, then you are worthy to be accepted into the ranks of our mighty empire." "Well let's get on with it then, what's this 'test' of yours?" Is Acklay's response. "Come inside the Academy, you will be tested in one-on-one combat. I will provide you with a weapon. We as TrueSith prefer combat with a lightsaber. Show me that you can handle this weapon." LordApp starts to hand Acklay one of the lightsabers that the academy had in its inventory for training purposes. "I have a lightsaber," Acklay said, "I took it from a Jedi that I defeated." "Impressive," LordApp responded, "Draw your lightsaber and we shall begin."

Acklay draws his lightsaber and falls back into a defensive posture. LordApp makes a few probing strikes, which are parried by Acklay's turquoise-colored blade. As the fight continues on, Acklay begins to hear the voice inside his head again, telling him when to strike, and when to block, the battle intensifies, and LordApp begins to sense something. At that moment, LordApp begins drawing on the full power of the dark side of the force, and quickly defeats Acklay in the dual. "Well, did I pass?" Acklay asks as he gasps for breath after the most intense battle he had ever been in. "You are worthy to begin your path to the mastery of the dark side of the force. I see great potential in you; you could someday become a great warrior, perhaps even a leader. Apprentice Acklay, Welcome to the TrueSith Empire."

By LordPred

The Empire Grows

Standing high above the training grounds, LordPred studies the activity below. Noticing how large the empire is growing, his concern lies within the empire itself and not with those who may pose a threat. After watching for awhile, LordPred sits and draws in on the darkside of the force. After several moments everything around him starts to come into place, conversations and inner thoughts of all in the academy. "Im so close to being Lord, I have proven myself in battle, what else do i have to do" DarthStar says to LordPulv. Then flowing down the hall like a raven flying he hears LordMIT's inner thoughts, "I am the strongest warrior in TrueSith perhaps in the galaxy, nothing can bring me down." LordPred pauses for a moment there to listen some more, studying the power that LordMIT does possess... again flowing down the hall, the force directs him to the room of one of the apprentices, Devastator, who is in conflict. "I want to stay, but I dont feel wanted, maybe i should leave go back to my old home." At that moment LordPred opened his eyes and sat solemn, knowing yet another was about to leave our ranks.

"The sith for too long existed for there own selfish reasons, he thought to himself, we must change that way of thinking for it has always destroyed the sith." LordPred moves over to a secret compartment and pulls out an ancient Holocron. Once again drawing upon the darkside, the Holocron comes to life with the image of the Sith Lord who created it. "I am in need of your wisdom, how do I change the sith to something better?" With that the holocron faded and a ghostly figure appeared sitting next to LordPred. "It's good to see you again my old friend, tell me of this new Sith Empire." the apparition says, smiling Lord Bane speaks again "I reshaped the Sith once, I can help you to do it again!"

The Imperial War...

Smoke rising from the burned out capital of the Imperial homeworld, LordPred walks among the ruins.

"Where is LordBlock? Pred asked MIT

"He's leading the main attack at the Imperial Headquarts as ordered my Lord." Mit replied.

"We must go there at once, I sense a disturbance in the force, LordBlock is in danger." Pred answered.

At once LordPred and LordMIT raced with the remaining apprenctices towards the Imperial Headquarters. LordPred approaches the gate where he sees a flash from incoming laser fire and the ceiling collapse on Block. With the assailants fleeing, LordPred rushes and uses the force to move the collapsed rubble.

"He's breating" MIT says, "But its too early to tell"

"Take him to the med bay at once Star" Pred yells "I will take care of this base commander!"

With renewed hatred and anger, the dark side flowed ever so strongly through LordPred now. With MIT engaging the remainging Imperials, and perfoming remarkably, LordPred corners the leader of Imperial.. LordVader...

"How dare you claim the name of a Sith Lord!" LordPred screams at Vader.

"HA I chose this name because I am the strongest in the force in whats left of the Imperial Remnant." replied Vader.

"We shall see who the strongest Sith is" LordPred remarked and within a split second Vader made his move. Before Vader made two steps, LordPred held Vader up in a grasp that was like the old Vader himself, and with one motion he sent Vader flying against the wall. Drawing upon the darkside, LordPred feels that Vader is about to launch a force lightning attack. As the lightning flashed Pred absorbed all the energy through his lightsaber and gathering that energy and absorbing the hatred and anger all around, he unleashed a brilliant display of bright red and blue lightning, knocking Vader through the steel...

reinforced wall. His flesh burning and his essence weak, Vader stood to make one final assault, but as he did so LordPred swung his lightsaber and took his head off his shoulders.

"You wont be needing this any longer." Said Pred as he picked up Vaders lightsaber. He looks at the lightsaber, "This is nothing but an apprentices saber." LordPred smurked,

"What a great trophy this would make for the top apprentice in the next session." Pred then tucks the saber into his cloak and makes towards his shuttle.

Reaching the shuttle he is met by LordPulv..

"How did the battle go?" Pulv asked.

"Here's a present... you tell me." Pred said as he handed him the head of the weak Imperial leader Vader.

"Now, take me to my flagship. We must discuss our next assault on a new opponent, {D.S.A.}"

By LordBrezzic

Brezzic stared out over the city scapes of Coruscant. It had been nearly a year since he had left home for the Imperial academy on Carida. Much had changed since then. When he had ventured out into the galaxy he had been awed by the diversity and wonders of the universe. Aside from stories of far away places and species, it was all new and wonderous. Now it all seemed so routine, old, and pale.

It had taken no time for him to catch the eye of Wamaga, then the high commander of [ARC], the Advanced Recon Commandos of the Imperial military. Brezzic had quickly established himself as a natural pilot and tactician, rising quickly through the ranks.

This attention and fame grabbed the eye of SpiritChild, who had coaxed him into the Imperial Security Bureau. But Spirit was gone, vanished, and had not been seen in months. Brezzic missed his friend and often wondered if things had been different had Spirit not disappeared. ISB had fizzled and disapated, losing appeal. The luster and prestige of being ISB had been dislodged and tainted.

As he stood staring out through his memories, Brezzic contemplated where destiny had brought him. He had found a new home with the True Sith. A powerful empire, the TrueSith ruled with strength, fairness, and respect. LordPred and LordMIT had helped Brezzic to harness and control his natural abilities and strengths. He had transended quickly, becoming a Lord perhaps before his time. Pred had seen something deeper and stronger within him. Now, as the rest of the empire centralized in their temple, Brezzic stood alone on the Capital world, stationed as the Chief of Affairs for the TrueSith Empire. Answering to LordPred alone, he now shouldered the responsibility of representing the Empire to the Galaxy in the formal arena of politics. Should he have to exert force he was capable, but there was always doubt. Was he worthy of standing among the ranks of the Lords?

He rolled the hilt of his sabre over and over and back and forth between hands. It felt so safe, so natural to him now, but it had taken much time for him to construct it and find the proper components. Unlike most Sith, Brezzic did not yield a crimson blade. Despite his title, he wasn't like the other Sith, he was something less, something more, something different. Neither light or dark, his realm of the force was something in between. He lacked the raw power of Lord Pred and Lord MIT, but he made up for physical weakness with his mind. Study had brought him wisdom beyond many. Perhaps this is why he now sat at Pred's right hand.

A snap-hiss, cut through the chilled night air as Brezzic ignited his blade. Cutting through the night in a hue of violet and indigo, even his lightsabre lie somwhere between Jedi and Sith. Together Brezzic and his weapon served the darkside while drawing largely from the light.

He closed the sabre down and returned it to the folds of his tunic. TrueSith was definitely where he belonged. For months he had attempted to retain his status within ISB while serving Lord Pred. The Scandal that followed the discovery of his treachery by ISB had been monumental. Brezzic had feared war when the ground first broke. The attrition of such a war would be unimaginable. ISB was powerful, and much of TS would be destroyed in such a conflict. Brezzic had had to calm the storm and settle the ripples between himself and ISB to avoid the conflict, and still much unspoken tension remained. This was now his charge, to keep the peace throughout the TrueSith empire. A well constructed and ruled empire rules not through force or the threat of, but through the ability to do so and the obvious choice not to. This was Brezzic's charge, to upkeep Pred's empire through peace, politics and deception. The key to happy subjects is their ignorance to their status as such.

By LordPulv

-----My Start----(btw never knew we had this going on lol)

As a burning ships begin to fall to the surface of the planet of Mandalore, Lord Pulv remembers his old days, Of leading his Mandaorian Legions into battle against many different enemies. As he is deep in thought his concentration is suddenly stopped by a noise coming across the intercom. It was Jeff Davis the leader of the CSA, who before he sought out power was in control of Mandalore. His ship had some how survived the attack by my fleet. He pleeded for mercy begged not to kill of his Cult.

"Please! I beg you!" He said

"And what will be my reward for leaving you and your *group* alive?" i asked

He replied " I"ll let you be in 1st command! Anything!"

And as shocked as i was i made the deal with him. As i was about to send my Noghri Assasins to take control and deliver my message to the remnants of the mandalorians, He uncloaked the rest of his fleet and brought in other captol ships to take out my fleet. But thankfully i still had friends on Mandalore and they had their own small personal fleets. They brought them into orbit behind what was left of the CSA flagships and we finished them off. After i saw Davis's ship begin to lose altitude i had one of my captured Star Destroyers Use its tractor beam and bring it to my docking area. after i had a word with Davis, an *unfortunate* event took place...

By: LordApp

Episode 3 - The Council Part 1

Dawn came with its burning light. Korriban's sun was very intense; often blinding the fools who dared tried to meet its gaze. LordApp wondered what could have possibly created such an immense star and the rest of the FOC galaxy in general. He thought in could only be on one of great power, wisdom, and skill. Power…LordApp thought…power. The TrueSith were power. No, they were more than that. They were symbols of power, fear, skill, and knowledge, everything an empire needs. They were growing not because of their training, but the everlasting strength of the representation of their training. When one grows in respect, one grows in power.

Lord App dressed into his Sith robe, the robe that demonstrated the rank of a lord, the highest anyone could achieve in Truesith, besides the position of emperor, which LordPred led and wasn’t going to be valid for a LONG time. LordApp grinned at that thought; he sure knew how to amuse himself….

Arming his lightsaber on his belt, LordApp walked out of his quarters and into the hallway. He walked heavily on the polished metal floor, feeling the power of the Darkside giving him strength. He didn’t necessitate the need to be rushed when he was focused solely in fussing with his power.

“You’re quite focused now, aren’t you?” a voice said…….

LordApp meet the stare of LordPulv. Even a fool could see through those eyes the anger dwelling inside Pulv. A battle-harden warrior, Pulv was aggressive, unpredictable, and swift. Learning the ways of the Force had only increased Pulv’s skills, making him one of Truesith’s deadly warriors. Hell, Pulv still command his own warrior clan, Vader’s Fist, in his absences from TrueSith. LordApp had participated in VF on many occasions, learning the ways of a normal warrior. Pulv was a force to be reckoned with.

“I am focusing in on the Darkside.” App replied, “Through it, I gain strength.”

“Quit the act, App, your still searching for answers to questions that don’t need to be solved.” Pulv replied, “You were practically pure radiance last night, disturbing everyone with your doubts.”

App laughed, everyone knew his problems. Despite his power, he was still as open as a book as he had when he had joined Truesith months ago…

“I’m working on that, Pulv; I still have much to learn….”

“It’s understandable, but you really need to stop your second-guessing yourself…I am worried for you bud….”

“I appreciate the concern Pulv, like I said; I am putting my fullest effort to eliminating this…difficulty”

“Just try not to be too obvious with it, ok?

“Of course, Pulv, Of course”

“Anyway, there is a council meeting this morning. We better hurry there….”

“What?” App thought. It wasn’t like Pred to call for a meeting without telling him…

“It was on short notice; Pred need a meeting with as many possible immediately.”

“Then let’s not keep him waiting!”

By LordPulv

-----Episode II-----

-----The Flashback-----

As Night fell on Koriban, a new enemy approched in the distance, I had felt it. i knew something was out of place, I felt uneasy. As i Did when ever something felt wrong, i sought out Pred. Pred had also felt the desturbance. And so Pred and I made our way to the exterior of the temple, and as we did the disturbance was greater than before.

"I've got a bad feeling about this" I said

"Yeah, Me too. But this might just be another damn jedi exile trying to find a place" Pred replied

Then a series of lights shown high in the sky. We glanced at each other then looked back up and fallowed them to the horizon as they went out of sight.

"Well I've seen enou....." i began to say

"Silence." Pred Interupted

"what is it?" i asked

"I smell Jedi...." He exclaimed

"Ha!, Wheres my speeder at?" i said with a smart ass tone

Pred looked at me and replied "Hmm...No need, they will come to us."

I looked back, shocked "They will?"

"Indeed" He said

We had returned back to our quarters and had been waiting for a while so i had decided to take a quick nap....

I had dreamed about the mandalorian wars, as i led my troops into battle killing countless Jedi... it was of the end of the Mandalorian Wars. Reven and Malak had broken our lines, but little did they know they were about to fall into a well layed trap.

We had sprung the trap, Perfection, it was flawless.----

By Niko

Yoda1257 was dead. There was no doubt he was dead, he was as dead as a doornail...

My soon-co-leader, haloeverest888 stood beside me, just a few clicks down the mountain from the TrueSith palace. The world was peaceful, quiet. I looked and I saw a warrior in the distance. It was no Jedi. I ran forward and then motioned haloeverest888 to follow. He took out his binoculars, and zoomed on the creature. It was no TrueSith. I examined him from a distance. I stared at the wreched figure. Then, a beastly rancor came from behind the hill. The figure jumped on top of it, and started walking toward the palace. We headed for a large tree, and climbed up it.

"A Nightsister. Damn," haloeverest888 said.

"Not to worry, we can alert the TrueSith council through our communicator. See if we can get into their radio network," I replied.

I fiddled with my communicator for a couple of minutes. It was not working. A big vulture-like bird swooped down from the sky, and assualted us. I took out my rigged blaster, but halted before I fired, because I did not want to stir up the rancor. We let the bird fly around, only causing the rancor to look at it, and not pay it any mind. The vulture made its final dive, and with it, took my communicator along with a few blaster clips.

"We'll have to do this the hard way," I told my friend.

We crept around the ruins and through villages far from the palace. We slipped through a back-door, which was helpful, because it led right to the TrueSith den area.

"Greetings, my fellow mates," I said to the members in the room. I regonized none except Pulv, who was the only one to respond.

"Hello, Niko. What brings you here?"

I replied, "I am here on Pred's behalf of returning his transport shuttle from my mission on Raxis Prime. No scratches, and a bucketload of information he'd like to know."

I regret leaving out that a rancor was attempting to destroy the palace, but I would get the news out soon.

"I assume you're looking for LordPred, then?" he asked.

I nodded and he led me within a small room just down the hallway from the den area. He told us to stay outside, and then shut the door. I looked at haloeverest888, then back at the door. We don't have much time, I thought. Pred then came-a-walking down the foyer of the palace, and greeted me.

"Hello, good friend. I hear your mission was successful on Raxis Prime, and have a lot of information to give me. Let us sit down, in here." Pred led us to a -- what seemed to be a breifing room -- and closed the door. He motioned for us to sit down, and have a drink, but I started immediatly.

"I know this will sound crazy but listen. There is a-" My sentence was cut-off by a loud sound of foundation falling apart. And that was exactly what it was.

"What was that?" Pred asked.

"A... a rancor."

Pred looked behind himself through the window, and then dashed out the door. Seconds later, an alarm went off. There were Siths galore running down the halls, and out the door. I followed, and haloeverest888 followed me. I took advantage of an open window, and pulled out my long-range commando rifle from the days of the old Republic, as I had found it and salaveged it. The Nightsister company was headed right for the power generator, and the Siths would never make it before she did. The Nightsister looked my way, and held out her hand. This is why I hate the Force. I was dragged out the window and onto the ground. Then the ground started lowering, or I was raising... It was hard to tell then.

I was barley awake, so i just fired several shots out anywhere. And I didn't miss. I opened my eyes, and looked right at the big delima. Lighting everywhere. Lightsabers flying. I knew that this was going to end up bad, so beckoned haloeverest888 to come.

"Yes, master?" he responded.

"Ha-hand me a the-thermal detonator..." I stuttered.

He gave me one. I couldn't feel my left arm.

"Pull the stick," I said.

"What? It'll blow up before-" I inturrupted him.

"Pull the damn stick," I repeated.

He pulled the stick and then I started to drag myself up. I had thirty seconds. It was a life/death situation. I ran as fast as I could take myself, and then, when I had only 5 seconds left, I threw and yelled, "INCOMING!" The TrueSiths moved out quickly, and the detonator went off in mid-air. Right above the generator, right next to the rancor. The rancor was cut severely and would not make it. The Nightsister hopped off and then pulled out a lightwhip. More clashing of sabers. More lighting. It was time to have fun.

"Here. I will distract the rancor while you go behind and give it a shot of bacta-2 injection. I will tame it and use it for our cause."

haloeverest888 moved out. I ran through the Siths, and right in front of the blood-thirsty rancor. haloeverest did not make me wait, and quickly gave him the bacta to recover. I then jumped up on the rancor, whipped him a couple of times, and took off for the Nightsister. She was a strong one to have lasted this long against a bunch of TrueSiths, but her very own choice of weapon had been used to capture her.

"Now that we have that taken care of," LordPred said after he had locked the Nightsister up in a prison, " we shall continue our discussion

By DarthSkorge

Please Note For this story i am changing DH to LH as in Locust Hoard for Story Purposes*

The Destrcution of LH

It was July 22... One of the Darkest Days in EaW/FoC History....

I Stood There looking at the Ashes of Great LH StrongHold.

"It's Destroyed... What Happened?" I said

"It's Been Destroyed... Our People.. Our Race.... Gone.." Said Ghor

"We Must! No... We Will! Avenge our People!" I Yelled " We must find the bastard that did this!"

"It Seems This has happened to the TrueSith palace too. There palace is in Ruins....Damn" Said Ghor "Wait.... They know who did it!"

"Who is it! I must know!" I said

"Key....."Said Ghor in an astonished voice.

"What... No it can't be. We Trusted him! Why would he have betrayed us like this!" I said in an angry voice.

Key... Our Vice commander. Destroyed The LH Stronghold. Killing all our civillians.

" Our Species... is now endangered... Our city is dead. What do we do now ghor?" i asked.

"I am going into Exile Demon. I suggest you do the same. Rebuild You're Stronghold and you're race." Ghor told me.

I knew the city was Never to be risen again. It has sustained too much damage. No i had another Idea. I could Maybe.. Just Maybe.. Become a TrueSith. I will Join TrueSith and Avenge My People! I WILL BE GENOCIDE!

By LordPred

The Lords seemed to be on edge. LordPulv, who always looks for battle, seemed to be more alert.

"I sense it to LordPulv, a disturbance in the force." Pred said

"It's not from a Jedi or Sith, it's unusual." Pulv replied back

"What you sense is a force adept, one who is not trained in either the light or dark side of the force. Its just raw power." Pred answered.

As the Lords walk around the top of the Citadel they see several figures off in the distance.

"Ah as you see my friends, it is nothing to worry about. I will deal with these adepts." Pred says as he walks towards the "vistors"

Pred felt this presence before, Ziemba, a former apprentice has returned. Untrained and impatient he was banned for his lack of vision. Now he is back, for what purpose.

"Ziemba, I see you found some interesting "apprentices". I take it your hear to challenge me." Pred answered with a angered tone.

Without answering Ziemba and his 4 apprentices charged in. With a bolts of purple lightning taking down 2 apprentices, LordPred cut the 3rd apprentice in half then removing the head of the 4th one in movements so fast Ziemba never even saw Pred knock him to the ground.

"Phase 1 is done, now comes phase 2." Ziemba said smiling.

Pred looked up and saw the banner of 3 more armies marching in. An army made of DarkJedi, TrueJedi, and the Delta trooper squads. Grinning and shaking his head Pred looks at Ziemba. With one motion the TrueSith army appears with its allies. EOA led by Desolous, ISB lead by Stptn, WG led by Chieftan, and the shadowed assasin yet to be revealed.

"Wonderful," Pred applauded "Now its time to see how much "training" you have done.

By Niko

"Multiple ships incoming!" said the fleet commander.

"Keep the surprise out of view... I want to see our guest's shocked faces when we use it, " I said.

I was too confident in myself then. This was when [NOD] was allianced with the light -- the Jedi. I realized how much of a fight this was really going to be. A transport -- Lambada class -- came out of hyperspace right next to my space station.

"Hold fire! They may want something of us," I commanded.

An escourt squad was sent down to retrive the passengers. Two pilots and some other passenger came on deck to the bridge.

"Who is this?" I demanded.

"I am LovesumRocks, and I want to join up with your forces, if you mind."

"And you come in TrueSith property?"

"Yes, sir, they are coming. I stole one and darted out of the hangar just before they got the tractor beam on it. Then they followed me," LovesumRocks pleaded.

"TrueSith? Man the guns! Everyone! This will be a long-hearted battle," I shouted.

Five Star-Destroyers. Attack positions. Fighters deployed. Guns at full.

I lost many turbolasers and chuncks of the space station one-by-one and finally, the massive ships stopped firing. They all combined tractor beams and used it on the space station to prevent it from jumping to hyperspace. An incoming transmission.

"Well, well, well. Look what we have here."

It was LordPred, leader of the powerful and strong TrueSith.

"Its LordPred, leader of TrueSith. Nice to meet you. Maybe we can--" I was cut off.

"What are you doing in this sector? Who do you have on board? More importantly, why are you trying to kill us?" he demanded.

"Kill you? I know nothing of kill."

"Its a rumor going around. Your and your allies are teaming up to kill us. That is not smart, commander, as we are allianced with only the best.

You know ISB? What about EoA? They are the best of clans, including us. All of your clans in your pitiful alliance will not stand a chance."

"I have powerful allies, too," I declared. I then ran from view, hoped into my personal fighter, and then, eight pirate frigates come out of view and fire full salvo on their Destroyers. One down, four to go. Laser fire everywhere. All of a sudden I notice that my frigates are blowing quickly, a powerful energy source from a distant black figure up ahead. Nothing other than the Eclipse. The only thing they lacked were anti-fighter gunships. And that I mention it, they appear from hyperspace. All of my escourts, and bomber squadrons were destoyed. I had clearly lost, and had no other option. I had a tractor beam on my fighter and could not escape. I was taken into custody.

For weeks I sat in the same stall eating the same food on the same ship. I noticed a weakness, though, in TrueSith orginazion. And my cellmate, took notice of it not long before I did. His name: Kyle Katarn. He never paid much mind to me. He had one explosive left, which he had hidden in his clothing to get past TureSith security screening. Perfect aim: right on the big red button. It was a prison control lockdown, that locked doors and sealed hatches and shut off all nitrious control. It became chilly quickly.

"Are you mad? You're freezing us in here and locking us in at the same time!" I pointed out.

I have no jail cell experience, so I just decided to not say anything. He ended up picking the lockdown lock and hitting the "all clear" switch. Nothing much happened much except for dashing down cooridors and into chutes. One of the cell members looked at us in front of a grate. Kyle blasted it open.

"Get in!" Kyle shouted.

He dove in, and a few seconds later, heard gunfire. We decided to move on. I found an escape hall route to a line of escape pods, but Katarn refused to follow.

I was on my own now. The hall of escape pods was empty. Nobody in it, no security peremeters guarding it. I pressed a button to release the lock to a pod. It opened suddenly. Then it prompted for a security code. Hacking was my worst skill. I could not break into it. Suddenly, many flak pods dropped from the celing and then exploded. Four rapid-fire laser turrets poped from out of the ground and fired. I took cover. Alarms went off, and soon, I was dealing with Sith. This time two very different Sith came down the hallway.

I heard one say through his com: "App, you turn and get the south flank. I'll take it to the north."

And back through in response: "Copy that, Pulv."

Now footsteps seperated me from two Sith. One swiped at me. I ducked and shot a tranqulizer dart at who seemed to be Pulv. He fell to his knees instantly. I did not want to kill them, because I thought I could later make peace with them, but it seemed unlikely. App showed anger in his eyes and came at me with a jolt of quick speed and agility. Pulv slowly lifted himself up, using the Force to heal himself from the small wound. He reached for his lightsaber, and tried to ignite it before noticing I'd shot it clean. Then he reached out with the Force and used it to control my mind... I could not help or do anything of my own, I was now a pet to another -- a slave following orders -- and there was nothing I could do.

"No, App. Control yourself. Do not kill him. He is good to have come this far against us. We should turn him in to Pred on a good part."

Then the Star Destroyer started going at an odd angle -- as if it were going down -- and more alarms and sirens went off. Many Sith crammed into escape pods and launched them wrecklessly, I hopped into one since they had all been automatically opened. I was closing one just as another Sith jumped in and glared at me with his square face and dark eyes.

What's going on?" I asked him.

"First of all, this is none of your business, cell member. Second of all, we can't let any of those Siths in here or we're screwed. SO LAUNCH!"

"Okay, okay, I'm going."

On the long ride down to Korribian, he told me his name was Fazem, LordFazem. He ruled a clan of Siths, known as DarkSith.

"And you caused the whole ship to go down?" I pondered.

"Simple pull of the Force my friend. Tell me, what relations do you have with the Force?" Fazem asked.

I replied bluntly, "None whatsoever. I don't want it, don't need it, and I don't like it."

We soon touched ground on the acid planet. There were Siths running to take shelter; as a giant acid rain storm was overhead getting ready to pour. Without warning, Fazem knocked me in the back of the head, making me unconsiensions, and dragged me to the TrueSith palace to turn in and be a good person.

Me and Pred soon made peace, realizing it was a futile attempt to attack them in the first place. They treated us with respect, and [NOD] now lives in the glory of TrueSith and its allies.

By Controlfreak

It was Dawn on the peaceful planet of Naboo. Controlfreak sat in his chambers. Candles rested on the floor and he sat crosslegged before them. It was a time of peace. He was one of the few remaining Jedi who had a very supreme tie to the force. Most other Jedi had fallen to the Dark Side or were destroyed by the sith masters. Now as the last Jedi with extensive knowledge of the force, he was forced to go into exile to avoid becomming attached to the Dark Side. Now that he looks back on his times he shared with his Sith allies he realized that they would fall apart without some fallback on the Light Side. He decides it is time to leave his peaceful home on Naboo and return where he is needed at the TrueSith Palace on Korriban. Control hops on his speeder and rushes towards Theed City. His cloak billows behind him as he makes his way toward the hangar. In the hangar his old starship sat waiting for him, Control gets in and starts up the ignition. "The TS definately wont be expecting this" he thought to himself. As he left the atmoshere of Naboo and prepared to jump to hyperspace, he looked back on Naboo. He would miss the peaceful planet he called a sanctuary. Then, he jumped. Naboo now only a mere memory.

1: Arrival

The Acid Rain on Korriban hammered down upon the stones. Ancients Sith tombs and templeslined the surface of the planet. The power of the dark force resinated with a brilliant strength.

Control led his starship across the atmosphere of the planet. There, in the distance, right in the middle of the Valley of the Dark Lords was a great palace built by the Lords of the TrueSith. This ancient Citadel, originally the great vision of LordBane was built by LordPred and his followers. Now it is known as the heart of the TrueSith Empire.

Controlfreak landed his ship in the small hangar at the base of the Palace. When he got out of his ship he was greeted by a steward.

"Identify yourself stranger" requested the steward.

"My name is Controlfreak068" Control replied, "Jedi Knight and ally to the lords of TrueSith. I have fought many wars and killed many men. I have witnessed many empires rise and fall, and i have seen innocent men get slaughtered by the blade of corruption and greed. Now if you dont mind i would like to speak to the Lords now."

"Im afraid i cannot let you in" the steward replied, "the lords are very busy at the moment and they have no time to talk to visitors-"

"what are you doing? who is this?" said a voice. The steward turned around and the color drained form his face.

"LordApp, my apologies, i was just telling this stranger that he must leave for the Lords are all busy." App took a look at Control and a look af pure shock came on his face.

"let this man through he is an ally of TS and always welcome at this palace" App said to the steward, "now return to your chambers"

"yes my Lord, as you wish."

the steward made his leave and App and Control were deadlocked eye to eye.

"It has been far too long old friend" App said.

"indeed it has" replied Control.

18 Months Earlier: Imperial Falls

A flash of lightning in the distance startles the troops standing within the small fort. The soldiers tremble in fear for soon the great army will march upone the fort and trample over the men as they raise their blasters and uselessly fire. Silence is broken by a clash of thunder and the sound of feet tramping on the ground heavily on the ground ahead. All the men of Imperial could do is watch as the True Sith warriors marched on their position at the Imperial base. Among the Imperial ranks stood a certain soldier. Controlfreak068. His rifle was raised, sweat poured from his brow. He saw the impending tide of warriors march up close to the fortress wall. "Present Arms!" SupremeDalek shouted. The men of Imperial raised their rifles and shook for all of them knew this was a hopeless battle. They were the last defence against the oncoming forces. The leader had abandoned them and left SupremeDalek to command the shattered Imperial forces. Dalek was not the best commander. He had little skill of his own and stuck to his own ideals. He was extremely loyal to the now gone leader LordVader. And now, Controlfreak and the rest of the Imperials had to follow his orders and act on his ideals. The next order came suddenly without notice. "FIRE!" Dalek shouted. The fray began. Controlfreak had no idea what was happening. He fired his rifle at the True Sith soldiers. Blaster bolts whizzed past his head. Men fell beside him, hammered by the wall of Blasts...

The only thing that kept the Imperial soldiers safe was the weak wall that was soon to be rubble. The fortress shook. Heavy Assault Walkers blew down the main gate. Control was ordered to fall back to the gate and defend. He ran down the winding stairs and peered around the corner to take a look at the gate. The doors were blown in and Imperial troops lay dead in the courtyard. The sight that Control saw made him shudder. Dalek was suspended several feet in the air. He was gasping for breath. The True Sith Soldiers kept their rifles armed but kept their distance from the dark cloaked figure whose hand kept Dalek afloat. A sudden red flash disconnected Dalek's head from his shoulders and Control gasped at the horror he just witnessed.The Cloaked figure turned his head towards Control. His head was hidden under the shade of his hood. A bright crimson Lightsaber was held in his hand. Control realized the Sith that now stared him in the eye. The very right hand to TS itself. Lord Block. Block slowly advanced toward Control. He backed away with the pace of the great Sith warrior. He knew that death would soon be upon him. But luck was on his side. A large rock fell from the upper wall and landed in front of Block.

Control heard the sound of yells, screams, and blaster fire. Then Control ran. He was on his way to the main keep when he ran into one of his comrades.

"Control, theyve overun the keep. There is no use of fighting anymore. That Sith will slaughter us before this is over," said Emerald, "we can still escape if we take hidden passage and leave through the power condult."

Control followed Emerald's advice and followed him to the back part of the barracks basement. They pushed a button and walked into the dark passage. All the two of them had to do was navigate through the tunnel to the other side.

"What happened down at the gate?" Control asked.

"They stormed through and massacred our men, Dalek attempted to stop Block and you saw what happened."

"It seems that those that didn't escape must have been killed," Control said, "what will we do now that the True Sith have overun our base?"

"I'm not sure," Emerald replied, "all I know is that Imperial has reached its final days."

Controlfreak sighed. "I believe it has."

By LordPred

LordPred watches as all the troops clashed in battle. Mere soldiers doing the bloodiest fighting while the apprentices and alcolytes slashed in close combat. All this transpired in just a fraction of a second as LordPred was engaged in battle himself. Slashing through the enemy ranks had been easier then expected, when suddenly a violent explosion rocked just a few feet away.

"Incoming Turbo Laser Fire from orbiting starships!" LordBrezzic yelled.

"WHERE IS OUR FLEET???" LordPred fired back in pure anger. No sooner had the words left his mouth he can hear broken communication then static... " ..... heavy damage to.. secondary fleet breaking formation..... we are under heavy..." The communication array lay silent. "NIKO, ARE YOU THERE, NIKO" Pred wondered if it was wise to use the NOD defense fleet above Korriban. They were inexperienced but needed since the bulk of the fleet was in other assignments. The anger fueled LordPred with each passing moment. As the anger blazed Pred found himself letting it flow through him, decimating soldiers and enemy alcolytes alike. Right when the last soldier fell LordPred turned and saw one of the enemy "Lords"

"I hope your worth your title." Pred barked

"You will be destroyed, Pred, once and for all." the lord called Xylar replied back. The two locked into battle, lightsabers moving at such an intense speed that a normal soldier would not be able to see it. Suddenly without warning Pred catches a boot to the face. Staggering backwards LordPred grins as he wipes the blood from his mouth. Sinceing the possability he may have the upper hand, Xylar moved in with a kill stroke. In a split second LordPred hit him with a force push so hard he went back 10 meters. As LordPred stood he began to let the force flow through him. Gathering all the darkforce around him he let out a storm of pure dark energy that consumed Xylar,

For a few seconds Xylar expressed a shocked look at the raw power that LordPred possessed. He underestimated him and now its to late. With that Xylar was consumed into ashes.

"Soldier, bring my shuttle, I must see if I can salvage the space battle. LordBrezzic, take command and crush these puny fools." LordPred ordered.

"At Once" Brezzic answered as he slashed another Lord down. "Get to the fleet, we have it under control here." Brezz reassured Pred.

On the orbital ascent on the shuttle "Valor"

LordPred, App, MIT sat in the shuttle ready to evaluate the situation. As the shuttle broke the atmosphere the pieces of broken starships lie everywhere. "There, up ahead, Nikos flagship, its in pretty bad shape." App pointed out. The Imperial Star Destroyer "Avalanche" was the first generation ISD. Refitted with Double shileds and Armaments, the ISD would fair well in battle but not from the fleet that hit. He was far outmatched with his fleet consisting of his ISD, 4 Victory class Destoryers, 5 Lancers, 3 Carracks, and a handful of squadrens of outdated tie fighters. Ziembas fleet consisting of 4 MK2 ISD's 6 Victory's, 8 Carracks, 3 Escort Carriers, and a ship of unkown design, sliced through the older fleet. "Get us to the "Avalanche", we need to gather whats left of the fleet and mount a counter attack." Pred ordered, "What are you thinking? We are outmatched? We must retreat" App questioned. "Just, get us there."

Upon arriving on the bridge of the Avalanche, you could see the desperation in the crews faces. Niko sat injured, most of the bridge crew dead, stations destroyed all around. "Status Report" MIT ordered the 2nd in command. "Half our corvettes destroyed or damaged, 2 lancers adrift with life support only, 2 victories destroyed, half our fighter squads are gone. We have 20% on the shields and most of our turbolasers are out." the 2nd commented.

"Move the fleet to Ziost, there we will regroup and try to exploit the enemy, find out who the commander of the unknown enemy ship is."Pred barked out.

Upon reaching Ziost, all seemed lost. Pred even doubted if they can pull this off. Suddenly the hyperspace alert warnings sounded. "Incoming Fleet, Its ours" App informed LordPred. "At last, the force is with us." Mit sighed. "Its marvelous" Pred exclaimed as he saw his flagship come into view. The ship was the size of an SSD but the design was more like a huge defender. 3 huge decks opened in the center with 4 hangars. The ship alone housed 20 squadrons of the sith interceptor class fighters, 10 squadrons of old defender bombers, and 10 of the new sith vengence class bombers. All in all the "Fury of Pred" was a ship like none other. The ship along with 4 ISD's MK2 that were acquired in the "destruction" of Imperial along with 8 Victory class. 3 new Sith "Lord" class capital ships and a dozen corvettes and other escort ships, made this fleet the turning point.

"App take command of the Ziost and take 4 Corvettes, a dozen of the smaller escorts, 2 victories and other ISD with you, MIT you take the Punisher with 2 ISD's 2 Victories, the other escorts and 4 corvettes and Ill take the remainder ships along with my flagship and cut through the middle of the attacking fleet and destroy the enemy commanders ship" Pred ordered.