Star Wars: I havent decided what to call this story Episode 312(take 5. Let's get it right this time! That means you, Terry!) by Caleb "Ravager" Parks, the VRwizard You may submit your homage and sacrafices at VRwizard@Hotmail.com Part II Along the deepest, farthest fringes of the Outer Rim, a lone civilization dwelled, cut off from any outside contact for four thousand years, since before the fall of the Old Republic and the necrophelish rise of Senator Palpatine to Emperor, a vast Sith Empire bided it's time. Four thousand years of constant enforced issolation, only recieving outside political and technological information through the occasional spy. None had entered or left the Sith Coalition in four millenia. With all this time, a single star sector, precisely the opposite coordinates of spatial position to the Yavin system, the Sith inhabitants of Kothralla star sector had built an incredible armada of both ground and space forces. Incridible that an entire Sith regime had masked it's existance through the Republic, the Galactic Empire, and into the New Republic Spread out before Grand Lord Sadra, a vast sea of starships laid out before him, entirely within his command. Millions of capital ships: Interdictor Star Destoryers, Victory, Warrior, and even the Kothrallan- designed Champion Star Destoryers, all waiting for the day when they will be dispatched from their hiding star sector and smash all feeble galactic governments that would stand in their way to total domination. Sadra admired the awesome sight of warships, loaded with the newest of fighters, the most deadly assualt ships, walkers, and thouroughly trained troops, willing to sacrafice their lives at the moment's notice for their Sith Warlords. The Sith Coalition had been successful in that it had achieved something that no other Sith empire before it or after its founding had ever been able to accomplish. Sith Warlords before the Coalition had squabled among themselves, each claiming that they had the capability to overthrow the Republic, yet not having the military power to back that up. Coalition Warlords had ruled the The particular jewel of the capital ship fleet were the hundreds of thousands of Champion Star Destoryers, each one meassuring 6000 meters from bow to stern, just a single one armed with enough fire power to eradicate whole most New Republic fleets. Yes, the time for the Sith Coalition's galactic conquest was inching nearer, with each new day, as weapons of war were made by the thousands, and Capital ships, made meticulously over the millenia, were pumped out of orbital construction stations each day to accompany the Starstorm Beheamoth, the flag- ship of the Sith Coalition Space Military. A monster of a ship, the Beheamoth, coming in at a record-breaking 53 kilometers, had been constructed over a long series of centuries. It carried within it, the capability to dock many Warrior and Victory Star Destroyers at once, as well as several hundreds of thousands of fighters inside it's cavernous hangar bay. Not only acting as a flagship, but as a governmental command ship. The entire Kothralla star sector was controlled from this monsterous capital ship. Protection was what the Beheamoth brought. Those on board were encased in the Starstorm Beheamoth's massive durallite hull and it's shields, reinforced by so much of the ship's mass, it possessed the nearly-impenetrable strength of a planetary class shield. Giant building-sized cannons at its belly provided an incredible force of firepower. Commonly called the Global Punishers, these enormous weapons of destruction could obliterate a small moon-sized object in a single strike. Of the power that I control..., Sadra happily mused. His eyes fluttered closed as he once again embarked on his journey through the galaxy, guided by his Sith ally. Within his enclosed meditation throne, modeled after the traitorous Lord Darth Vader's onboard the long-destroyed Executor, as reported by several spies, he sat comfortably cross-legged, pondering the cosmos and scrutinizing the possible futures. Hazy visions of the Sith Coalition's galaxy-wide victory drifted through his mind's eye. Several different scenarios of their triumph. But then, Sadra's deep-sunken eyes snapped open after encountering a possible future of the Coalition's utter destruction. A jedi that he had sensed earlier in his his life had been the bringer of the Coalition's downfall. He had sensed this man before, though at the time, he was trapped in an obscure Imperial Eradication Centers, awaiting termination. His eyes closed, once again, as he focused finding the potential trouble- maker. He was now under the influence of Luke Skywalker, the farm boy that Sadra had been watching through the Sith for a long while. Yes, Sadra had not even needed his amazingly skilled spies to discover Luke Skywalker's existence, as well as the location of his Jedi Academy. A tremor through the Sith told him that this Exar Kun XVII was the true descendant of the legendary Exar Kun, one of the galaxy's most feared Sith Lords during the Great Sith War. During the galactic turmoil and chaos of the time of the Sith conflicts, Kun's name somehow managaed to secretly thrive on the primitave planet Xhall, far along the obscure Outer Rim. An uneasiness settled over Sadra. Intuition indicated to him that this descendant of Kun would spell the end of the grand Sith Coalition. A faint, devilish grin spread across Sadra's face. If, he pondered, I could turn this Exar Kun XVII to the Sith first, he would be no threat. A streak of Sith heritage burned through the Kun ancestor's. Though they had all been petty, arogant Lords during the time when Xhall was untouched by the outside galaxy or space-age technology, they had ruled much of the world with an iron fist, but were subjugated by the Empire when they stumbled upon their cut-off backwater world. It was in Kun's way to descend the dark path, and the Grand Lord Sadra was going to do everything within his power to see that Exar did.