The Rise of the New Sith Empire

Once morning came, two young colts woke up in a bunk bed. They both looked at each other wide-eyed before taking a look around the luxurious room. Gilded Mace, the Earth Pony on the top bunk with a red mane and black coat, was the first to jump off his bed and use the bathroom.

Steel Grace, the other Earth Pony with a steel coat and grey mane, simply hopped off his bed and explored the room a little more. It was huge, compared to them. This was his first time ever seeing a bedroom so beautiful as this. "Wow..." He said to himself, looking around some more.

Suddenly, the door opened to reveal the Emperor, his dimples showing that he was smiling behind his respirator. "Hello, young one, enjoying your new room?" Steel nodded, looking down at the ground. Necriever noticed this and sighed, "Listen, young one, I know what you saw out in the arena. The fighting, the injuries, the brutality... but you must know that it was all for freedom. If that Dragon didn't try to kill you, he would be here instead of you. Understand?"

Steel nodded, "Yes, Your Highness."

The Emperor chuckled, "Please, no formality, just call me Necriever." The child nodded, and Necriever looked at the child inquisitively, "What's your name?"

Steel formed a small smile on his face, "Steel Grace."

Necriever chuckled, "Nice name, young one. But may I ask what your friend's name is?"

"Gilded Mace." A voice coming from the bathroom shouted.

Necriever chuckled, standing up and stretching. "Well, if either of you want breakfast, please ask the guards outside of the door to escort you to the Dining Hall." Steel nodded, walking over to his bed and sitting on it.

Necriever left the room, turning to the guards who saluted their Emperor with respect. Necriever saluted back, turning and heading towards the Dining Hall.

On his way there, he took notice of the art hanging on the walls; some were pictures of him with his lightsaber out, some with just his head. Then there was his... wife.

Tears welled up in his eyes, and he stopped. He remembered the fateful day that his wife lost her life to protect him from a Griffin Empire assassin. Suddenly, his eyes narrowed and he knew his true enemy; the Griffin Empire. He clenched his teeth, flexing his muscles to keep himself still. He then took a deep breath and let it out slowly, looking back up at the painting with anger. "I will destroy the Griffin Empire first, then Equestria." He then proceeded to the Dining Hall, throwing those memories into the back of his mind.

Upon reaching the doors, he opened them with the Force, surprising the guards on the other side. They pointed their spears, but raised them as they saw their Emperor. Necriever ignored them and made his way to large table that held all sorts of foods; pancakes, waffles, ham, bacon, salad, syrup... it was like a buffet.

Necriever grabbed a plate, putting four waffles on it along with the side of two pieces of bacon. He then removed his respirator, allowing himself to eat. He would only have one hour of air until he runs out of oxygen, but that's enough time to finish breakfast.

Suddenly the doors opened and revealed the two colts from the tournament; Steel Grace and Gilded Mace. Their eyes widened upon seeing the Emperor without his respirator. The scars on his face were obviously caused by battle, not accidentally; one scar was one that showed that Necriever's face was burnt at one point, as it reached from one ear, across the mouth, and to the other. He also had a large scar on the side of his nose that reached down to his chin.

Necriever smiled, "Ah, young ones, please, have a seat." The colts complied, sitting at the table and eyeballing the food. Necriever noticed this and chuckled, "Well, what are you waiting for? Dig in!" The colts looked at each other, then back at the food. Suddenly, they grabbed as much veges and pancakes/waffles as possible, since they couldn't eat meat.

As Necriever finished his food, he looked up at the colts and saw that they were staring at him. He sighed, "What is it?"

Steel answered first, "What happened to your face, Necriever?"

Necriever sighed, looking down at his food. "Ah yes, the scars. I got the one that reaches from one ear to the other from a Jedi Knight named Sniida; we fought back on a planet called Coruscant when there was an assault from the old Emperor, Darth Malgus. He survived, and is probably dead from old age, but maybe his Padawan will remember me, etcetera." The colts nodded, and Necriever continued, "But the one I have spanning from one lip to the other, is from an assassin when I went to sleep one night. He almost got me, but he wasn't quiet enough. I'm sure your imaginations can see what happened next." The colts nodded once more. "Anyways, I wear a mask so that I can breath, because without it, I'd probably die of suffocation."

The colts nodded silently, continuing to eat their food. Once they were finished, they looked at each other then back at Necriever. Gilded Mace asked his question, "What now?"

Necriever's face went straight, and a very serious look formed in his eyes. "I'll give you three choices; the first is you can leave now, and do whatever you want with your life. Second is that you can live here as my adopted child!"

Upon hearing Necriever's silence, Steel frowned, "And the third...?"

Necriever smiled, "You become my Apprentice and learn how to use the Force, but only one of you can be my Apprentice." The colts looked at each other, then back to Necriever.

Gilded spoke up, "Can the Apprentice still see the Adopted one?" Necriever nodded, and Gilded shrug, "I guess I'll be the one who's adopted."

Steel then answered, "And I'll be the Apprentice! I've always wanted to use magic!"

Necriever chuckled, "This isn't magic, this is power."

Steel shrugged, "Same thing."

Necriever smiled, "Alright then, it's settled; Steel will be my Apprentice while Gilded is my son! I'm sure this will work out in the End!"