The Rise of the New Sith Empire

Necriever stopped walking, looking behind him. It was near three in the morning, the darkness making it hard to see. It was time for the Sith to get some sleep, whether he liked it or not.

He walked off the road and into the forest, grabbing a few branches from nearby trees. Once he found a clearing, he set the sticks on the ground and began searching for a few rocks. It had been a few days since he left the Griffon capital, and then it dawned on him; he just put his trust into his worst enemy...

He shrugged, remembering that he had cut off Razor's legs. But still, what if it was still a trap? What if Razor was determined enough to lose his legs just to get rid of Necriever?

The man in question pushed those thoughts aside, walking to a large stream that was a few meters from the clearing. He grabbed a few rocks, then looked at the reflection of himself in the moon's light.

A small smile formed on his lips; this was the first time in a long time since he looked at himself in a mirror, and even for a Sith who has scars all over his face, he didn't look too bad. At least that's what he thought.

Suddenly, a dark figure walked up behind him, and his eyes focused on it. He slowly moved his hand to his lightsaber, trying not to seem suspicious. Once his hand was on the hilt, he quickly turned it on and pointed it at the intruder. His mind crashed and burned as he saw himself. His younger self. His child self.

The doppelganger smiled softly, speaking in a high voice, "Hello, Necriever."

Necriever didn't bring down his lightsaber, but didn't want to harm the doppelganger; it could be his own spirit. Necriever didn't speak, but instead stared in confusion and anger.

The doppelganger's smile faded away, "Yes, I know; it's pretty strange to see a younger, kinder version of yourself. But please, let me explain." Necriever continued to stare at the doppelganger, reluctantly lowering his lightsaber. Once that was accomplished, the doppelganger continued, "My name is Orthorax, dead member of the Jedi Council. I have come here to show you the error of your ways."

Necriever's eyes narrowed, "I've heard this story before, Jedi, and for the last time, I will not change my ways."

Orthorax sighed, "I plead that you do, otherwise your entire legacy will come to an end." Necriever's glare seemed to only harden.

"What do you mean 'your entire legacy will come to an end'?"

Orthorax slowly transformed to an old, wrinkly man in a black cloak with yellow eyes. "Emperor Palpatine, the master of the new Darth Vader, is beginning to conquer the galaxy. He his powerful, cunning, and heavily guarded."

Necriever frowned, "Who is this Palpatine? I thought the Emperor of the Empire was Darth Ruin?"

Orthorax shook his head, "You forget that you were gone for over two thousand years, or perhaps you were never told? Anyways, there was one major war before Palpatine came to absolute power; the Clone Wars."

Necriever turned off his lightsaber and put it on his belt, folding his arms. "Let me guess, there was an army of clones?"

Orthorax nodded, "Yes, and those clones were manufactured on Kamino. The species there was highly intelligent, which one Sifo-Dyas asked that they were manufactured ten years before the war began."

Necriever rubbed the bottom of his respirator, thinking on it. "Who was Sifo-Dyas? Surely he couldn't just be that plain?"

Orthorax continued, "Yes, Sifo-Dyas was an ex-High Council member. He had the ability of foresight, allowing him to sense or even see the future, which led him to believe that the Republic needed an army. But back to the main reason I am here; you're in danger, Sith."

Necriever frowned, "If I must kill this 'Emperor Palpatine', so be it. I will either die gloriously, or I will be victorious and claim the title of Emperor."

Orthorax closed his eyes, and the world around them went dark. Necriever looked around, cautiously moving his hand to the hilt of his lightsaber. Orthorax spoke calmly, "Watch what will happen if you continue on this path and confront the Emperor." Suddenly, Necriever heard screams, and he turned around to see his capital in flames as a man with a black helmet and cape stabbed his wife. His apprentice jumped at the stranger, but stopped midway and gripped his throat, gagging loudly.

He was being Force Choked...

With a loud crack, Steel's body went limp, his eyes rolling up into his head. Necriever fell to his knees, fighting back the tears that were about to pour out of his eyes. Then there was a loud scream in anger, and Necriever looked up and saw himself charging at the cloaked man, lightsaber raised. When they were about to clash, time stopped, and Necriever's rage began to cloud his mind. "Who is the man in black, Orthorax?! Tell me!"

Orthorax's voice boomed from nowhere, "That is Darth Vader, apprentice of Darth Sidious, also known as Emperor Palpatine."

Necriever nodded, watching as time continued once more, and the fight began. Darth Vader swung from the side, but Necriever number two blocked it, kicking Vader backwards. The Darth continued to fight, seemingly not getting tired nor damaged. After a few minutes of relentless fighting, Darth Vader stabbed Number two in the stomach, and the Number two leaned on Darth Vader's shoulder. Out of nowhere, Number two cut off Vader's hand, grabbing the lightsaber and pulling it out of himself. He then sliced off Vader's legs, quickly immobilizing him. Then he quickly cut off Darth Vader's head, hatred in his eyes.

"You did good, Necriever." A old voice stated, and out of the flames came Sidious, who looked at Necriever with a crooked smile, "You have defeated my failure of an apprentice, good. Now join me, and together, we can rule the galaxy!"

Necriever watched as Number two stared down at the headless body of Darth Vader. Number two slowly turned to the Emperor, glaring at the old fool. "You have destroyed my city, family, and my mind, Sidious. What makes you think that I would join, huh?! TELL ME!"

Sidious laughed weakly, "You are a fool, I see that. Now I will show you the true power of the Force." Cackling madly, Sidious raised his hands and shot lightning at Number two, causing the doppelganger to shake uncontrollably as the lightning coursed through his nerves. But Necriever could sense that Number two wasn't dead yet.

Number two slowly stopped shaking, Sidious still shocking him. Number two then glared at the Emperor, who's eyes were slowly widening. Number two then slowly stomped toward Sidious, twitching the whole way. Sidious backed up, staring in awe and fear as Number two got closer. Once Number two was within arms reach of Sidious, he grabbed the Emperor's head, using his lightning power to fry the Emperor's brain. The Emperor screamed in pain, falling to his knees as Number two clenched his teeth and continued to shock Sidious.

Sooner than later, the Emperor stopped screaming, his body going limp. Number two let go of Sidious, watching as the body fell to the ground. Number two fell to his knees, gasping for breath and clenching his heart. He fell to his back, staring up at he burning sky.

The area faded into darkness, and Necriever's eyes were wide. "How...?"

Orthorax's voice boomed once more, "How what?"

Necriever shook his head, "Nothing, nothing..."

"Good, that's the last thing I would want to know. Anyways, it is late, now sleep..." Necriever's eyes started to feel heavy, his thoughts lazily floating away. He closed his eyes and embraced sleep. He needed it.