The Rise of the New Sith Empire

Necriever grabbed a table leg and beat the Elk Leader's head in with it, each swing hitting harder than the last. Necriever's assault on the Elk Nation was impressive, as he did it all alone. Honestly, it didn't take long for him to find where they were located as he saw some Elk children and followed them to their city.

Once Necriever was sure that all the brains of the Elk Leader were spread onto the floor and onto its throne, he stopped reluctantly, leaving the large hut. The corpses of Elk Guards were like a small path that lead straight to the bottom of the Elk's throne, blood splattered everywhere. Necriever took most of his anger out on the Elk Leader, but that was nothing compared to what he did to the city itself.

As he left the hut, the smell of smoke and ash entered his respirator, causing him to cough softly. When he stopped, he looked at all the destruction he had caused; houses were burning, the thick smoke acting like fog. Elk corpses littered the streets, some mangled and others headless. Necriever's job was done, and it was time for him to return to his kingdom. He still needed to figure out what to do with Chrysalis.

As he was walking through the streets, he heard a soft crack, to which he sighed as he knew who it was. No, it wasn't his Apprentice.

"Wakoyantanke..." Necriever turned as he said the Elk Prince's name. When he the Elk Prince came into view, he saw that the Prince was holding a spear and was standing on his hind legs. He was surprised, and this could prove to be a challenge.

"Necriever." Tanke replied, getting into a defensive stance. "I can't let you leave here alive, not after what you've done."

Necriever stared at Tanke coldly, his eyes slowly narrowing, "I really hope that your little alliance with the Griffons was worth it, because once I kill you, there will be no more Elk in the Frozen North."

Tanke looked at Necriever with a sad look, "Necriever, please, just stop! It'll make it easier on both of us if you'd just surrender!" Tanke, the Prince of the Elk, asked for Necriever to surrender?

Necriever's cold stare faltered for a moment, before returning full force, "Why should I?! After what your people have done, I doubt that my surrender will prevent a war."

Still, Tanke pushed on, "That may be true, but think of all of the lives that will be lost fighting the Griffons! And what if you do win? Celestia will just strike as soon as the war is over!"

Necriever froze, he had thought that part through, but what if he didn't have the resources. Could Celestia want him dead that badly? After a moment or two, Necriever, reluctantly, sighed in defeat, "Fine. I surrender."

Tanke nodded slightly, "Alright, now drop your weapons." Necriever complied, grabbing his lightsaber and tossing it at the feet of Tanke. Tanke slowly kicked it into an alleyway, and made his way over to Necriever, "You've made a good choice, Necriever. Think of all the lives you've saved-GRK!" He was cut off as Necriever choked Tanke with the Force.

Necriever laughed darkly as he stood up, "You're a fool for thinking that I would give up so easily." He used the Force to get his lightsaber, and once it was in his hand, he turned it on, the red saber lighting up right next to his face. "And now you'll suffer the consequences for being so damn gullible." He then raised his lightsaber in the air, "Goodbye, Wakoyantanke." He brought down his lightsaber on Tanke, but it was surprisingly blocked.

Necriever took a look at what blocked him, and he glared when he saw a green lightsaber. He looked at the source of who was holding it, and he was surprised to see someone who looked like him. The Doppelganger pushed Necriever back with the Force, and when Necriever got his bearings, he looked up and saw that the Doppelganger was wearing light brown clothes instead of Necriever's red.

The Doppelganger stared at Necriever calmly, "Necriever, stop this, let us make peace instead of enemies." The Doppelganger helped Tanke up, which surprised the Elk all the same.

Necriever glared at the Doppelganger, "Who are you?!"

The Doppelganger sighed, "I am what you could become. I am Skto. I am a Jedi." Skto was a strange name, even for a Jedi.

Necriever, however, wasn't in the mood for laughing, "I'm going to tear you apart!" Necriever lunged at Skto, bringing his saber down on the duplicate's head.

Skto quickly blocked it, taking a step back as Necriever began beating down on Skto's lightsaber relentlessly. Necriever hit each time with full force each time, before realizing that Skto wouldn't budge. So he kicked Skto in the stomach, sending the Jedi back. He then continued to beat on Skto.

"You're weak, Jedi! Now do you see why I'll never join your kind?!" Necriever asked rhetorically, finding a weakness in Skto's defense. Necriever then took his chance and jumped up in the air, using the Force to make him jump extremely high. When he reached a good height, he then used the Force to make himself fall faster, positioning himself above Skto. With a battle-cry, he came crashing down on Skto, who tried to block but failed as the sheer amount of force in the hit sent him to the ground and he dropped his lightsaber.

Dust flew up into the air, and Necriever's lightsaber was the only thing visible in the dust and smoke cloud. "You've failed, Skto. And when I'm done with you, I'm going after Tanke." Necriever walked over to Skto who was trying to get up but was stopped as the Sith Lord used the Force to electrocute him. Necriever then used the Force to grab Skto's lightsaber, and he slowly made his way over to the Jedi.

When Necriever reached Skto, he kicked him onto his back so that he could see his face. Skto looked exactly like Necriever, apart from the clothes. Necriever put those thoughts behind him as he turned on both the lightsabers and brought them close to Skto's neck, to which the Jedi didn't react, but instead spoke of sadness, "Necriever, if you make this choice, you'll only quicken your eventual demise. Please, I ask one last time, stop this!"

Necriever laughed cruelly, staring at Skto with crazed look, "Oh, you poor Jedi, still hoping you can redeem me." Necriever then got close to Skto, "It's a shame though, really. Imagine the power we could've had if you were just. Like. Me." He then raised his lightsabers, but was kicked in the back, sending himself head-first into the ash-covered street.

"Skto, run! I'll hold him off!" Necriever heard Tanke yell, followed by the sounds of footsteps fading away.

Necriever let out an angry roar, standing up and glaring at the Elk Prince. "I'M GOING TO KILL YOU, YOU INSUFFERABLE ELK!" He then sprinted at the unarmed Elk, who stood stoically, prepared to die. And die he did, as Necriever wrapped a hand around the Elk's neck and choked him the old fashioned way.

Tanke gasped for air, looking down at Necriever who glared back. "T... This is just... the... beginning..." Tanke's eyes slowly rolled into the back of his head, and Necriever squeezed the Elk's neck as hard as he could, crushing Tanke's windpipe. He then watched as the Elk's lifeless body fell to the ground.

Necriever clenched his teeth, looking at the direction he believed Skto headed as he saw the tracks leading South. Skto was heading to Equestria, no doubt. No need to pursue him, as Equestria would eventually attack the Capital with Skto helping. It's just the ways ponies usually act; they take whatever's stronger than their strongest weapon and take it for granted.

Necriever sighed, heading to his Capital which was North East of the Elk city. He has more important things to attend to than Jedi, like the plans for his super-weapon. Besides, it's not like the Equestrians will be able to beat him anytime so, even if they have a Jedi on their side. Besides, one year or two from now, there will be peace. But as the famous Sith Code goes...

...Peace is a Lie...