The Rise of the New Sith Empire

Necriever stretched as he awoke in his large bed, yawning. He then threw his legs over the edge of the bed and into a sitting position, lazily opening his eyes, allowing his eyes to adjust. He rubbed them a little, getting the sleep dust out of them, which allowed him to wake up a little more and see better.

Today was the day he finally got back home and slept in his bed for five days, and boy did he love it.

Suddenly he heard a groan come from behind him, and he looked over his shoulder to see the source of the sound. It was Zinco, who's hair looked like a wet broom. Her face was planted in a pillow, and when Necriever yawned once more, she used the pillow to cover her ears.

Necriever chuckled softly, whispering, "Come on, time to wake up."

That's when Zinco used the Force to throw a pillow at Necriever, her head still stuffed into the pillow. "No!"

He quickly blocked the pillow with his forearm, allowing himself to quickly stand up. "Still as stubborn as ever." He then walked over to his dresser, grabbed his clothes, and began to get dressed. "We have much to do today, Zinco."

Zinco's head turned to Necriever, "Like what?"

Necriever chuckled once more, "First we have to tell the Empire that you have returned, then we have to help increase how technologically advanced our Empire is by making blueprints and getting the correct materials for our engineers. You know what that means?"

Zinco sat up, stretching and yawning, "Means we beat the Equestrians?"

Necriever was finally dressed, opening the door with the Force, "Correct." He then left the room, closing the door behind him. It would take a few months, maybe years, but his Empire would eventually reach the Space Age, and it would be glorious! But first he would need to eat breakfast, manage Day Court, then announce Zinco's return. The citizens would be happy, and hopefully Zinco won't throw a fit when he tells her about his new apprentice.

Few Minutes Later

Breakfast was unnervingly quiet, as Zinco sat on one side of Necriever while Steel sat on the other. Gilded, however, sat opposite of Necriever. Of course, Necriever expected some hate between Zinco and Steel, but he could sense it growing slowly. He was eating some meat with his respirator off, Zinco did the same. Gilded and Steel both had waffles, because Ponies are herbivores.

Necriever calmly spoke up, "Zinco, Steel?" They both turned their heads to him, and he slowly looked up at both of them. "Please tell the other why you hate each other."

Zinco was the first to speak up, "I am not fond of Ponies being an apprentice to a Emperor."

Steel scoffed, "And I'm not fond of you being a complete and total arse to me."

As the two kept on yelling at each other, Necriever continued to eat his food and watched carefully; Zinco has the power to hurt Steel, but Steel can do the same. He was relatively surprised that neither assaulted the other yet.

Zinco suddenly stood up and slammed her hands on the table, shaking the plates, "And you can go eat a dick!"

Steel then stood up, slamming his hooves on the table, "Same could be said about you, hag!"

Necriever chuckled, getting both of their attention. His food was gone, and he had already put on his respirator, but he suddenly pulled his lightsaber out and cut the table in half, surprising Zinco and Steel, who both fell towards the center. Gilded had already left, probably to the barracks. "You two hate each other very much, don't you?" They didn't respond, instead trying to get up. Necriever shuffled the table, which made them slip back to the center. "You two will get along, otherwise I'll make you both stay in the dungeon for a few days."

They stared at each other for a minute or two, pondering whether or not it'd be worth it. Zinco glared at Steel, before huffing in an annoyed manner, "Fine." She then used the Force to jump out of the center and onto sturdy ground. "I'll be sitting at the throne if you need me, Necriever."

Necriever rolled his eyes, tipping the table up and letting Steel slide out. This wasn't the first time Zinco's been angry, nor would it be the last. Suddenly, the doors were thrown open, and in galloped Captain Iron War. He had a grayish coat, with a darker gray mane. His mark was a sword that was in front of a skull.

"Sir!" He shouted, Necriever looking at the Captain expectantly, "Our scouts have spotted a large swarm of Changelings heading towards our great city! We await orders!" The Captain then stoically stood straight, saluting the Emperor.

Necriever rubbed his chin, looking out a large window that was on the right of him. He could see a black dot in the distance, which he believed was the Changelings, and it grew slightly as time passed. He hadn't seen or heard from the Changelings since the Great War, where every nation was against him. But that was back when the world had no Common Sense. Maybe now the Changelings would rather strike a deal instead of going against him.

He turned back to the Captain, "Get the soldiers ready and tell them to head to the Main Gate. We may have our own little reunion." The Captain nodded, turning and running out the doors.

Necriever then turned to Steel, "You want to see some diplomatic skills, you come with me. Or else you can keep practicing." He walked out of the Dining Hall, Steel in pursuit.

Main Gate

Necriever slid his arms behind his hands behind his back, watching as the large swarm of Changelings buzzed closer and closer to the city. He knew almost everything about the Changelings, as he had dissected, interrogated, and experimented on them in the past. He loves to study unknown things inside and out.

As the swarm neared, the soldiers pointed their spears and the ones behind the gates readied the catapults. If they didn't come in peace, he would kill every last one. He didn't want to take the chance of having spies in his city, but would gladly take some in as soldiers.

Suddenly, as the swarm got within a few hundred feet, it stopped, all the insectoid-like creatures landing on the ground. Then, they all separated as their Queen walked through, her height making her stick out like a sore thumb.

Necriever smirked behind his respirator, slowly walking towards the Queen. He could tell that the Queen was indeed malnourished, and he could sense the envy in her. "Hello, I am Necriever, Emperor of the Ostril Empire, and I will be the ambassador for now. May I ask what your name is?"

The Queen looked at Necriever in disgust, probably expecting another pony of some sort, but answered anyways, "My name is Queen Chrysalis of the Changelings, creature, and you shall bow down to me."

Necriever's face deadpanned, and he almost growled at her. "You are making a terrible first impression, Chrysalis. I expected a little courtesy. We are leaders, after all."

Chrysalis scoffed at Necriever, "We could easily take your city, ape."

Necriever then glared at her,  "I can tell that your people, soldiers, and yourself are malnourished. They're not ready for this fight, and neither are you. My soldiers have taken the Crystal Empire and demolished it in less than three hours, and killing a few bugs won't take long." He then walked right up to Queen Chrysalis, glaring at her the whole way, "You choose your next words carefully, otherwise I'll destroy you and whatever's left of your army."

Chrysalis was surprised that Necriever had walked up to her without flinching, and was getting nervous. They stared at each other for a few moments before Chrysalis hesitantly spoke, "I'll strike you a deal."

Necriever smirked behind his respirator, but kept his glare, "What are your terms?"

Chrysalis then began pacing, "We request that you give us some sort of non-solid food so that we may be able to nourish our young and ourselves. We also request that you provide us some shelter inside or outside of the city."

Necriever nodded, "Alright, but if you want either of those things, you must swear fealty to me, and you must give me a few of your scouts."

Chrysalis raised a brow, "Why would you need my scouts, Necriever?"

Necriever stared at her with a blank expression, "Don't ask questions, Chrysalis. Do not forget that I could easily destroy you all."

She huffed, "Fine." She then turned to her army, staring deeply into it. A few seconds later and five to six Changelings floated out of the swarm and in front of Necriever. They stared blankly forward, their faces carrying no expression.

Necriever, being the best trainer in the Empire, leaned down and stared into one of the Changelings eyes. If the Changeling got nervous, he'd kick him or her out of the scout team. When a few minutes passed of non-stop staring, Necriever looked up at Chrysalis, "I don't think you remember me, Chrysalis."

Chrysalis raised a brow, "What do you mean?"

Necriever chuckled, standing straight up. "You honestly don't remember me?" After he received a confused expression from Chrysalis, he shook his head slowly. "Shame, Chrysalis, shame. Let me spell it out for you; Red Scourge. Ring a bell?"

When Chrysalis put two and two together, her eyes widened with realization and fear, and she quickly took a step back. "How are you still alive?!"

Necriever chuckled, "Banished for two thousand years really helps preserve the body and mind." He pointed at his head.

The Changelings behind Chrysalis hissed and some even flew up in the air. Archers along the wall pulled back the strings on their bows, waiting for the order. Necriever quickly used the Force to push the whole army back, and brought the six scouts closer. Once they were within arms reach, he used the Force to begin choking them until they were unconscious. As he was doing so, the archers fired upon the army of Changelings and the soldiers charged at the Changeling swarm, shouting a battle-cry.

Once Necriever finally had the Changelings unconscious, he threw them behind him and turned to Steel, who was shocked about the turn of events. He snapped his fingers, catching Steel's attention, and stated, "Prove to me that you're powerful, my apprentice! Go, kill them all!" He then passed his light saber to Steel, who caught the light saber with his mouth.

Steel nodded at Necriever, and charged towards the Changelings and turning on the light saber. Necriever was impressed by the skill the young Apprentice had, and was even more impressed when the colt attacked three Changeling Warriors alone.

Necriever chuckled, watching the carnage with a small smirk. He never liked the Changelings, but they did have good skills; changing appearances, stealth, their agility. It was all amazing attributes that he would have to look into so he could train his soldiers. But it was a shame that the Changelings betrayed him all those years ago, because they could've been allies and defeated Celestia.

The battle raged on for another hour, before the ponies began outnumbering the Changelings. Chrysalis yelled out, "Retreat! Fall back!"

Necriever chuckled, using the Force to allow himself to take longer strides as he sprinted in front of her. She didn't realize who it was at first, before she was lifted up in the air and thrown towards the six unconscious Changeling Scouts. She tried to stand up, but was pinned down by two Brute Earth Ponies.

The other Changelings didn't even bat an eye at their Queen's disappearance, instead running as far as their insect legs could carry them. Her leader skills must have been terrible for their loyalty to waver so quickly.

Once the battle was finally over, Necriever ordered a few soldiers to stay behind to kill any stragglers, and help find any injured soldiers. He wouldn't be surprised if there were some major and/or minor injuries, as the Changelings were the ones who had done the most damage to his army in the past.

He was about to turn away before a soldier walked up to him, "Your Highness, we have an urgent message from the Elk." Necriever raised a brow to this; he hadn't heard from the Elk for a while.

"Go on, soldier." Necriever stated, slowly walking towards his city.

Necriever sensed the soldier's fear, which meant something was wrong. The soldier still spoke, "They have joined the Griffons, Your Highness."

Necriever froze, clenching his fists. He took a deep breath, biting his lip. "They did... what?" He asked tensely, slowly turning to the soldier.

The soldier's eyes slowly turned into pinpricks, "U-Um... t-they h-have joined t-the... G-Griffons, Your H-Highness..."

Necriever's head went red, and he began walking away from his Capital. "They're going to regret betraying me..."

Steel ran up to Necriever, lightsaber in his mouth. Necriever used the Force to pull it out of Steel's mouth, which startled Steel, "Master, where are you going?"

Necriever stopped and looked down at Steel. His cold stare made the colt shrink back, ears folding upon his head. Necriever then looked upon the icy landscape ahead of him. "I'm going to go on a killing spree, Apprentice. On who, is for me to know, and for you to never find out." Necriever then began walking towards the icy landscape. "Don't follow, or else there will be severe consequences." Then Necriever disappeared into the distance, Steel looking on in worry. Hopefully, Necriever will come back safely.

A soldier ran up to Steel and saluted, "Sir, we have the captives, what should we do with them?"

Steel looked at the soldier, turned to the city, and sighed, "Throw them all in the dungeon. We must wait for the Emperor to return." This was the first choice he's ever made, and it will not be his last.