The Math Chest.

For many years, there have been the Dark Council. Power hungry... Doing whatever possible

to stay in a powerful position above all the underlings.

Once, there was a Vaktovian- Warmystro2. He decided he wanted to be a duelist in the Sith. So as time passed,

more and more he'd start to Kaggath all the lesser Sith, each time he did, he grew more and more powerful.

After a while, he decided to Kaggath the higher-ups; Specifically the Head Dreadmaster, like all his other battles-

he won. Now with his new rank, title, and power. He decides he wants to train the Sith.

As days become weeks, he slowly finds that the Dark Council have been abusing their power, taking advantage

of their prestigious rank. The Head Dreadmaster, watching this had realized, it was unjust, and unfair. So he

started a war, that will end in blood. He decided to take a stand, as head of the Resistance against the tyrannous

Dark Council. Eventually, as more time went on, people have realized; This can't just be a cold war. Sides ended

up being taken. Now, all of TSE Shall be split between the Dreadmasters, and the Dark Council. Thus sets the story

for what is currently going on.

Many months Later

"Greetings, Dark Council.." Says Tyrans, in a solemn tone

An army is standing behind Tyrans, being compiled of Mercenaries and resistance supporters.

"What a pathetic army you have, Tyrans,  you have disappointed us." Says Rydar, head of the Dark Council.

"Just look at our army of trained sith! How is there anyway you think you could possibly defeat us?!" Says Rydar, as he turns to show

his army of trained Sith, and advanced equipment

"Do you want to test your words, Rydar?" Says Tyrans

Tyrans eyes glow purple, "But I've brought some friends, Rydar!" As an army of Vaktovians launch their attack.

"?!?!?! What is the meaning of this?!" Rydar backs up, taking out his lightsaber, signaling every other sith to do the same