(Space Over Equestria, 3rd P.O.V)

In the orbit around Equestria, Mass amounts of debris drift from destroyed Imperial, Separatist, and Rebellion ships. A few escape pods were seen from one place to another, but most were hit and fatally damaged by the space debris. Approaching from hyperspace was a small ship, piloted by the Sith himself, Malachor, who was surprised by the destruction of so many. Malachor shook off his shocked expression and opened a comms channel to the Venator Freedom. “Admiral? Admiral are you there?” Malachor asked almost in a whisper. “Admiral Yalutarian here. Who may I ask is contacting me?” The Republic Admiral asked. “I think you know, who else has a voice that speaks wisdom, experience, sympathy, and logic?” Malachor asked sounding like his normal self again, while trying to hide his anger, and sorrow. “Are all Sith so sly?” Admiral sighed in annoyance. ”Depends on who you ask, so what’s happened did we win, or are we at a stalemate with our enemies?” Malachor asked with a slight chuckle. “A little of both, The Empire brought a new and enormous toy that obliterated half our fleet and left Equestria as “forbidden territory”, and the Separatist did a number on us as well, but they fled after their command ship was destroyed.” Yalutarian replied. “Good work. Are Grand Moffs Vicarn, or Byron available I want to talk to them, and if one has perished don’t hesitate to tell me so.” Malachor requested as he felt a disturbance in the Force earlier, but wasn’t sure about whether it was true or not. Yalutarian on the other hand was quite certain that Vicarn had died while aboard the Emperor’s Inquisition, but he had to say it. “Grand Moff Byron is well and I’ll send someone to retrieve her, but unfortunately, Vicarn is no longer with us as his life was cut short from an ion beam.” Yalutarian replied with a sorrowful tone at the end. “So it is true. Don’t worry Admiral, he was a strong, brave, and noble man he will be missed, but he knew the risks of his occupation and accepted them, and for that he has become part of the Force. When Byron arrives, I hope she will understand.” Malachor replied as he took a deep breath and released it as he knew his friend would never truly die as long as his memory is remembered. “You may want to check the planet, it’s a complete war zone down there, Yalutarian out.” Yalutarian said before ending the comms.

Upon arrival to the surface, The land was scorched in warfare. “This truly is horrendous, but we can rebuild our home to be better equipped to outlast invaders. I don’t see this as just a tragedy, but an opportunity to learn from and grow stronger.” Malachor said as he picked up a destroyed droids head. What seemed to be awfully quiet, no one would ever expect something to still remain on an abandoned battlefield, but an AT-ST that had somehow survived the battle walked towards the Sith. The walker stopped and the top hatch opened. “Who’re you? You’re not Lord Vader, or the Emperor.” The vehicle commander said. “Oh, I think they’ve left the planet a while ago, so.” Malachor simply replied as the two pilots looked at one another. “They abandoned us here?!” One of the pilots asked in disbelief. “It would appear so, and you can stay and serve the Rebellion seeing as your Emperor doesn’t value you in any way, other than being cannon fodder.” Malachor replied. The pilots and commander were whispering to one another until all three of them nodded in agreement. “We’ll gladly turn our guns on the Empire. What are your orders sir?” The commander asked. “We need to organize a clean up and rebuild the town with the remnants of these droids, their vehicles and the remains of the Imperial walkers so we can rebuild our fleet later.” Malachor ordered. “Yes sir!” The commander said with a salute. Malachor saw the mirror was still undamaged and sighed in relief until a huge disturbance hit him hard. “I sense a great darkness, pain, suffering, and rage. Who or what would be giving off such a presence?” Malachor asked as he regained his footing. He heard the chirping of his personal holocommunicator on his belt. “Yes, oh Byron it’s good to see you, and I’m sorry about Vicarn. He really was a great man.” Malachor said. “It’s fine, I overheard your little speech about him and he wouldn’t want me to sit around and mope about it for the rest of my life, when I should go out find new love.” Byron said with a sincere smile. “Good now we have new converts who are organizing are surface clean up and we need as many volunteers as possible.” Malachor replied with a smile as he moved his body to show the lone AT-ST pulling the carcass of a destroyed AAT tank.”I see, could you check on the others, I’m sure they’d be glad to see you again, I need to assist up here, Byron out.” The transmission ends and Malachor was unaware of the great devastation that he was about to witness.

(Human World, 3rd P.O.V)

The streets of Canterlot City were littered with Imperial, Separatist, Rebellion, and Canterlot Police corpses lying on top of one another. “So much death, so much destruction, what can we do against such cruelty?” The mayor of Canterlot City asked as she stood at her podium. “We learn from our past and push forward. I won’t sugarcoat this ladies and gentlemen, we have been subjected to invasion, but thanks to the efforts of our police, and military reserves, and our newfound allies, we will rebuild our home and learn from this obscene event so it never happens again!” The mayor said with passion in her voice. Unbeknownst to them, a certain Sith lord came through the portal behind the Mayor. “Brilliant speech, I couldn’t have said better myself.” Malachor said earning gasps of surprise, shock, and happiness from his allies. The police Sergeant stood up from his seat. “Impossible! You’re supposed to be dead! How in the hell are you still alive?!” He asked in complete shock. “That particular body died, but my spirit remains, well that and I have several clones of myself for emergencies.” Malachor said making the sergeant fall back into his chair. But panting from Clone Commander Ganch approached as the clone ran up to Malachor. “Sir, Cody’s dead, Starkiller’s dead, Flynn is dead, the sirens need immediate cybernetic care, Eric is a complete emotional train wreck, and Ella’s gone into labor! Your presence is need immediately!” Ganch said as he listed out the casualties, and major goings on since his “death”. “Then don’t just stand there take me to her!” Malachor said. “This way sir.” Ganch replied as he and Malachor stormed off towards Ella at Canterlot High.

Ella screamed in pain as she went through another convulsion. “I will kill him when this is over!” Ella hissed with anger. “Remain calm, Mistress, I need you to breathe as I begin the procedure.” The medical droid said as he prepped himself for Ella’s childbirth. Rex, and Wolffe were standing guard and Rex’s communicator chirped. “Yeah? Oh Ganch it’s you. So you found… Ok great. Well the missus is very angry, and she looks like she’ll kill him if he’s not here soon.” Rex said as he heard Ella scream echo through the halls. “This is why I never married.” Wolffe sighed to himself, annoyed with the screaming ever since Ella got here. “Cut her some slack, you’d be screamin’ too if you were in her position, so we’re lucky that cloning wasn’t like this.” Rex reprimanded. “Yeah Rexy ol boy, this just happens to be the worst thing a man can hear. I’m going outside to get away from this and let me know when this is over.” Wolffe scoffed as he left his post. Wolffe was then knocked over by a frantic Malachor as he ran towards Ella. “Perhaps I was better off standing by Rex.” Wolffe said to himself as he lied on the ground defeated by the new father. The screaming stopped as the sound of a baby crying filled the room and Wolffe still got back up to leave another annoying sound that was way worse to him. Ella and Valrun/Malachor looked upon their newborn daughter. “I don’t believe it! She’s a Sith Pureblood! The only one left in existence!” Valrun exclaimed in both happiness and shock. “It must be because of our parents. I mean my mother was a Sith Pureblood, and your father was a Pureblood so I’m guessing that those genes made it to her.” Ella said with a smile as her daughter suckled on her breast. “Maybe so, even so, she’s a beautiful girl.” Valrun said as he kissed his daughter’s forehead. “Yes, now why don’t you check on the sirens, they look like they need some moral support right now.” Ella said as she started to fall asleep with her daughter in her arms.

In a medical bay across the hall, the sirens were just being patched up by a medical droid as their new cybernetics matched as closely to their skin color as possible. “It’s almost like you never notice.” Sonata said as she wiggled her left fingers about. “Yeah, and they synthetic skin feels just like the real thing too.” Aria said as she poked her new legs with her fingers. “This stuff’s amazing, why Equestria didn’t invest in this stuff before is a mystery beyond me.” Adagio said as she flexed her new limb as the medical droid requested. “It’s nice to see you three are still alive and adapting to your new limbs with little difficulty.” A familiar voice said as its owner entered the room with smile. “Malachor!” All three sirens shouted with glee at the sight of their friend and mentor. “It’s so nice to see you again, we thought you died for a moment there.” Sonata said in glee. “That particular incarnation of me did die, but I am reborn. Not to mention the deaths of Adagio, and Aria were reason that body died because even though my power is still extremely strong, my clone bodies still have natural limits.” Malachor explained as he sat in a chair backwards. “So what happens now?” Aria asked. “You have the option to stay here and teach yourselves how to use your new power for good, or you can come with me and help make the galaxy a better place.” Malachor said with a smile. “Oh, by the way my daughter is finally here, and she is truly something to behold, Doc when you deem them worthy to leave here send them across the hall please.” Malachor said as he turned to leave the sirens to think about their futures.

Down near the gym, An angered person storms the area, breathing heavily and stomping almost every step he took. Eric let his anger reach levels higher than he would ever allow it to go as Roseluck tried her best to calm her distressed husband. “Once I get back, I’ll kill that good-for-nothing outcast, slowly!” The angered Jedi said with an evil and dark tone. “Eric, please you’re better than him, don’t do this it’s not you!” Roseluck pleaded, but her pleas fell on deaf ears. The sound of a lightsaber ignited as Eric gripped his weapon tightly. “You don’t understand, He slaughtered the last of my family I ever had, I want justice and revenge!” Eric steamed furiously as he destroyed a sparring dummy for the Martial Arts team. “I will destroy him for what he did to me!” Eric hissed as he hacked away at another dummy by cutting off the head and repeatedly slashed the foam torso until the post it was mounted to remained. Roseluck was on the verge of tears as she saw her loving husband turn into something more vile and dangerous like a Sith Lord. “Eric please, you’ll turn if you keep this up, don’t make us leave you like what you saw with Vader’s past!” Roseluck screamed out nearly losing her voice. Eric stopped for a moment as he only shouted in one last cry as he threw his blade into four dummies, slicing each one in half before the lightsaber deactivated itself. The Jedi stood for a moment before turning around and storming out of the facility with pure rage and anger in his soul. Roseluck fell to her knees and crying along with her infant son. Rex and Ganch came running towards the gym to find the distressed mother and child. Ganch raced over to them to calm them. “Shh, it’s alright. It’ll be okay, just give him some time, losing one’s family provokes a storm of rage that must run its course. Trust me I know.” Ganch said as he helped Roseluck to her feet. Rex saw the lightsaber Eric threw and quickly retrieved it as he knew someone could accidentally kill themselves if used incorrectly.

Eric on the other hand, stormed through the school and not caring about anything but avenging the father he had always loved. He had just reached the foyer of the school with the exit in sight as Malachor soon approached from behind. “And just where do you think you’re going?” The Sith asked as his blade was already active and ready to cut any projectiles in pieces. “Seeking justice, I will avenge my father and show what happens when you mess with a Jedi’s loved one.” Eric said in his dark tone as his eyes slowly became yellow. “I can’t allow you to do that, if you kill him out of rage, your father and mother will be very disappointed in you.” Malachor said as he still held his blade at his side. Eric had just reached the door and was about to open it, when the Sith’s words entered his mind. An internal conflict waged itself, decided whether to pursue the Sith or stop before it was too late. Looking down at his robotic hand, The distraught Jedi took out whatever anger he had left and using the hate and anger to his power for once, Forced Malachor’s active lightsaber and crushed the hilt like a soda can. The Jedi fell to his knees and some tears had finally shown dripping from his face. “I know it’s hard because when the Eternal Empire invaded Tython, both of my parents were murdered, and I was frozen in carbonite for five years. How do you think I felt when I discovered that my home was nothing more than ruins, Ella and I are the very last of our families, so you’re not alone in this, but killing Maul won’t bring him back.” Malachor said as he approached the Jedi and knelt beside him and hugged him like a caring friend. “I can’t believe I was close to falling into the Dark Side, never has my anger ever got the best of me and losing my Father to a blade just pushed me over.” Eric sighed as he wiped his face and removed his glove to reveal his robotic hand. “At least you tried to help him, I couldn’t do anything because I was a trophy/prisoner for Arcann for five years completely unaware of the destruction he caused.” Malachor said as he wiped away his own tears and released his Jedi friend. Eric rose up as the yellow disappeared from his eyes and handed the Sith his crushed lightsaber. “Sorry about the lightsaber, but I just need some more time to recover.” The Jedi said as he walked away.

Roseluck was still holding onto John as she, Rex, and Ganch ran down the hall only to find Malachor sitting in the middle of the hallway putting a new lightsaber together. Roseluck was stupefied at the sight. “I-it can’t be, you’re supposed to be dead!” Roseluck exclaimed in shock. “You know that’s about the third or fourth time somebody has told me that, and how many times do I have to say that having clones comes in handy for emergencies?” The Sith asked as the final pieces of his hilt were assembled. Malachor activated his black cored red blade to see if the crystal was placed correctly. “So have you seen Eric? I’m really worried about him.” Roseluck asked as her smile faded. “I just ran into him, and I was prepared to dismember him to keep him here, but I told him that I know how he feels because when I lost both my parents, I was frozen in carbonite for five years, and couldn’t stop it. Just give him some time, he’ll come around.” Malachor said as he looked at the distressed mother and son with a comforting smile. “By the way, my daughter is finally here, and I’m anxious to see what her eyes look like, but for now I’m just getting aware of the current situation.” The Sith said as he started to go back to his wife and newborn daughter. “You’re more than welcome to come and see her if you want, maybe seeing my family happy will get you to smile.” Malachor said as he walked down the hall.

Meanwhile Ella was cradling her sleeping daughter with a smile. “Daddy and Mommy love you dear. We love you.” Ella whispered in her daughter’s ear. Their daughter awoke, opening her beautiful amber yellow eyes. “Is she awake yet?” Malachor asked. “She is and her eyes are a lovely amber yellow, just like her ancestors.” Ella said as she looked up from the baby nestled in her arms. “Just as we hoped.” Malachor said as he picked up his daughter. “So did you think of any names for her?” Ella asked. “I thought of one of our respected allies. How does Senya sound to you?” Malachor asked. Ella only smiled. “It sounds lovely. Senya it is then.” She said as Roseluck came into the room. “Can I see her?” Roseluck asked. “Yes. Roseluck and John Keteris, meet our daughter, Senya Zortek.” The Sith said as he turned around and presented his crimson skinned daughter.

The clean up process and rebuilding of the school began with the students volunteering and clearing away the destroyed battle droids and dead stormtroopers. The interior of the school had to be reworked and the damages to Celestia and Luna’s cars had to be completely reframed and refitted. Soon in a few weeks or months, everything will be back the way it was, but not everything can be normal as a few fallen comrades were to be remembered as heroes. Eric personally burned his father’s body as a symbol of an old Jedi tradition, The Clones buried Cody under a tree near the school and shot off four blaster shots in remembrance, Starkiller was also buried next to Cody, and Vicarn’s body may had been obliterated, but Byron still held onto the engagement ring he gave her. The next day the sirens had made their decision to return to Equestria and help defend it from any further invasions. Eric was stunned to see a Sith Pureblood in the flesh for the first time. Byron and Yalutarian got closer over time, and eventually grew to understand each other’s approaches to warfare, and most importantly: love. Eventually after three more weeks Yalutarian proposed to Grand Moff Elizabeth Byron. To say that she was happy would be an understatement, she was overjoyed and accepted. Eric then moved on from his emotional train wreck and began being the loving husband Roseluck always knew and became a caring father for his son, John. Gary the stormtrooper and Veronica, the school's secretary got engaged not too long after everything settled and eventually had started their own family.

Maul on one hand, escaped back to Korriban, where his new Separatist army began to increase. He may have lost the battle, but he knew a new war was just beginning. The outcast Sith may or may not return, but he is certain that he will avenge his brother and seek vengeance on all of his enemies. Equestria on the other hand had adapted to the ways of the Galactic community and upgraded its civilizations and created the Peacekeepers Council; the governing body when war was on their borders, basic law enforcement, and most importantly: matters that involved the Force. A new academy was built to accommodate students that wanted to learn both Light and Dark sides respectively. Equestria has been saved and a new age of peace begins, but outside the planet’s system, A new Hope is just beginning and it all starts on Tatooine.

Author's Note

Hello Ponies and Bronies, Obsidian here and I want to say that this is the end of one heck of a trilogy from the end of Episode 3 to the beginning of Episode 4. We saw great battles, had some laughs, lost some great people, but most importantly, we saw them grow. Though you may want a fourth story, I have to say that and Randablitz wished to take a break from Star Wars and move onto something different for a while and soon your prayers will be answered. I wish to thank Randablitz for editing as always.

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