A fleet lingers over the atmosphere of Lucasia, a black and burning orb that looked to be a hellish planet even from the perspective of an outsider. Dagger shaped fighters flock around the larger Lucasian shapes like arrow-head shaped ships approach the fleet to assist some construction of a space station. Small spheres with hexagonal sides escort these large ships. The Imperial Star Fleet approaches the Heartless Imperial Fleet with the intention of constructing a station meant for the destruction of life.

Lord Saul sits in his throne of the already finished space station with his crimson robes showing brightly among his dark skin. His flaming yellow eyes met gaze with the hologram of a tall, broad, dark figure that appeared to be a mechanical monstrosity. His voice being was somehow mechanized, but did reveal that a human mind laid within this mechanical abomination. Power seemed to flow from him as Saul sensed with his instincts that his race is adapted to detecting the energy levels of volcanic craters. He was aware the energy he sensed was mystical and that hatred flowed from this being. He sat in his throne, grinning in anticipation of his reign; sastisfied with the fact that this dark lord would assist him in his purge of light.

The dark emperor greeted, "Welcome Lord Vader, it is a pleasure to anticipate your presence."

Immediately he was cut off, "Do not attempt any form of charm Lord Saul, the only reason I wish to cooperate is by the will of my master. Otherwise I would personally dismantle your foundation of your pathetic attempt to build an Empire."

"I see. Well perhaps we will come to a conclusion of a truce."

The Sith lord snapped, "The doubts are high."

"We'll see. Now, on to business. The Death Star is scheduled to be completed an hour before this day is finished my Lord. Within fourty five minutes, the crew will take their stations and they will be ready at dawn of tomorrow."

The Lord's tensions never ceased, "Don't be too proud of this technological terror being constructed. The predicted ability to destroy a planet is nothing compared to the power of the Dark Side."

"An agreement I come to. It is foolish for anyone to think any power could out-power the power of darkness. It is everywhere, and it will be noticed once our reign rises."

Lord Vader again argued, "Our reign is already established my young ruler. If you think that the Emperor is kind to his assosciates, I would have to recall on my duties of the Clone Wars. The Seperatists..."

Saul continued, "were killed in the Battle of Utapau."

"Incorrect. Your sources lie too much on the deceptions of the Imperial Records. Their true fate was in my own hands at planet Mustafar by the strike of my saber and the rage of my power. Do not underestimate me my affiliate, or your fate will be the same as too will it be if you rely on the Emperor."

The image faded leaving Saul nervous. A feeling he hadn't recieved since his first freefall in darkness. A human emotion that reminded him of his dark past of betrayal and murder. He had haunted visions of him slaughtering those innocent higher class businesspersons of the United Carthajin League. A government in which was ruled for the sake of money, not the people. Being promoted throughout his miltary ranks, he came more into contact with the rich upper class. Knowing the difference of the poor background of his life and the rich life the nobles lived, he was frustrated. He could no longer tolerate the corrupt government letting a majority suffer while a minority prospers. He had gathered a group of rebellious soldiers and attacked the capital, accusing the government of taking advantage of the lower class's labor. Never had he seen a day in which so much death was brought, not even in the climatic Battle of Geonosis could compare to the destruction of this event. That was when he'd seen his "illumination." His vision of the truth of life. He felt no sastisfication in bringing joy to others as he once did, he only brought suffering. The pathetic pleas of the rich had been music to his own ears. Then it was when the supreme governor was cornered, sobbing. He remembered that scene freshly, like it had happened only a moment ago.

"There's no war to fight. There is no need for death. All we wanted was benefits."

Irritated he snapped, "For the sake of damned business. I'm truely sure you were fighting the Rumons for 'benefits.' I'm tired of you making the people suffer and a few being priveleged due to family titles. I'm tired of bringing hope, everyone will suffer the same. Like this planet, this nation will be a living hell for all who pledge their allegiance."

"This isn't the way. I can pay you double, triple, any amount! Why do you resist the offer?"

"Because I won't tolerate your corruption. You can keep your filthy money! I didn't come here for your pathetic little bribes, I came for blood! Now you filthy son of bitch, you'll die under my hands!"

Then it was the scream of agony and the burst of blood that sastisfied him. The moment he had longly awaited that day. The day to where he can rid the world of someone who attempted to change the world for his benefit. Now to come how he acquired such an army of Heartless. He would have to thank a dark lord for that: Lord Julius. He remembered swearing his allegiance to the welcoming master before he confessed his thought of betrayal.

The voice soothed, "Yes, David, yes. You are doing good. You are seeing the way the truth is layed. You are seeing this game of chess that these corrupted merchants and business officials play with us. You see that they're the only ones. This can be changed however, and as you suggested is the way."

"Sir, with all due respect, I don't think that I should betray my friends."

The dark lord hissed, "What friends?!!!"

The voice echoed in his head. What friends did he have? Sure, the governor had often been kind to him, but more than often did he dismiss any improvement of the lower class. Dismissing the aid with his excuse that the business will put it into consideration, only to find the conditions worsening. So it was true, what friends did he have? Only those who followed him.

"Yes, Julius. I understand. You and my followers are my only friends."

"Good David. You are not the lad I met long ago. You are a new man and what comes a new man, must come a new name. Your old name would represent your loyalties to those dogs!"

"Yes. I will swear my allegiance to you."

"Good. Darkness grows within you, a powerful being you will become! Henceforth, you shall be known as Lord...Saul."

"Thank you, my master."

"Rise my apprentice. I have tasks that I will lay before you in order to purge your world of this corrupt order. Gather an army and storm the capital, the majority will take over. It will be like balancing weight on a scale, only for those money drived imbeciles to be fooled."

"Yes, the Carthajin League will be crushed."

He dismissed his glorious day and had admired his position. Perhaps his rise would accelerate and maybe the Emperor would regret trying to pull the strings on him, but then again he thought, "Who's the puppeteer, the Sith or the Heartless?"

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