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// Humanity's beacon of hope 
// Story: The God of Anger 
// by The Toaster 
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He wasn't going to lie, Outsmart and outmaneuver those ponies was one of the easiest things he ever did as a commander, it was even pathetic to see a monumental arrogance from the guards.

As he and his contingent of ex-slaves left, he added one of the most agile and slender of them to check the local areas for possible expeditions

Upon being reported back, he was informed that the contingent of guards sent to investigate the missing group did not even recognize the slaves as a worrying factor, and from what the Scout could hear, they expeculated that the group had been raided by a pack of Diamond Dogs or whatever was the beings they mentioned.

Confirming what Vader was hoping for, he was invisible to the authorities' radar, they didn't even recognize him as a possible threat for now, and he wanted to keep it that way.

However, he needed to increase his numbers, and plundering small villages was one of the ways to achieve this for the Sith.

After a few weeks of relocating, they camped in a cave near the mountains.

Its location being completely unknown and unlikely to be located.

Then he put his plan in motion.





"No no no no NO!"

A Unicorn was running towards the center of the village, the cloud of black smoke covered the bluish sky in that cloudy winter climate.

He was panting and at all speed that his hooves could take him, the place where the fire was located was one of his properties!

Cutting his way through an alley and soon after passing through a fountain, he could find a crowd around the house on fire, many unicorns used their magic to contain the fire while the earth pony's tried desperately with buckets to put out the fire.

Unicorn fell to his knees as he watched his property falling to pieces, and the flames consuming everything.

All his years of work, so much money used to buy and maintain his shop....

He would not be able to recover from this huge loss.

And even worse, all his slaves were in the store while he went to the market.

Thousands of bits went along with the life of his property.

He punched the floor in rage as many Pony's tried to calm him down and comfort him, some even offering some slaves or money to help him recover, but he knew that his life fortune was over.

In the shadows behind the fire, figures slipped by and disappeared into the frozen forests.





Vader slowly passed from house to house, using snow as a form of camouflage and alleys to hide.

Even though he was huge and black, he could easily avoid curious eyes in the shadows, the force helped him to move quickly from alley to alley and roof to roof.

Falling on top of a house, he knelt down and could see his target, the slave market.

A huge house where people were bought and sold as everyday items.

And looking in the streets, it was easy to distinguish slave from master, the deplorable states of humans in their clothes of cheap ragged and dirty cloth, from their pony counterparts in their clothes of radiant silk and clean together with jewelry and rings of materials probably rare.

What was most surprising was how all the classes seemed to have slaves, even the lower middle class, any large to medium-sized merchant, from the small shop to the huge restaurants were full of slaves doing the difficult jobs of daily life.

And there didn't seem to be any unemployed Pony's, the lower class was completely made up of slaves.

He gritted his teeth under his helmet.

They were living in a 'golden age', and it seemed, most were not treated with conditions that could be classified as 'acceptable'.

Shoving, shouting and punches at the slaves, and he even managed to see some being punished in the public square with equipment he had never seen before in his life.

It was very primitive, wooden checkered with a circular part in the middle and with a huge iron blade on top.

He managed to observe the utility of the equipment.

The slaves lined up, and the first in line were placed on the equipment, the head was attached to the circular part, and after a few screams from the crowd and a tug by one of the ropes connected to the piece of iron, the piece fell like thunder, and immediately decapitated the slave, much to the horror of others in line, while the crowd went crazy, he even saw children watching and aplauding.

Any bit of the smallest bit of sympathy he had for the population of this 'Equestria' evaporated instantly, as he watched many other Pony's trying not to vomit at the scene.

They were different from the others, they looked more transparent like crystals.

Good, Sympathizers, he will keep one eye on that type of pony's.

Every day that he spent on this planet, a hatred for that nation and its inhabitants grew more and more.

Ignoring these thoughts, he immediately jumped out of the building, and using force, glided toward the back of the slave market quickly, landing at the back door.

Using force, he quickly crushed the lock on the door, and opened the door, entering and observing the surroundings.

He fell where he wanted, however, he just got more hate with the scene in front of him.

Slaves chained to the walls by the necks lined up.

He had to turn off his smell receptors for the simple horrible smell of the room.

The slaves sat on what he could identify in a mixture of feces, piss and hay.

Not even the Hutts did treat their slaves like that.

They obviously had to eat, sleep and do their feces and urine in the same place while waiting to be bought by more merciful or worse owners.

Everyone was slowly, looking at the Dark Lord, many with total dread, others were completely frozen, and some, the most broken, didn't even care, they kept looking at the floor with that empty expression.

Words could not describe the hatred that Vader was feeling at that moment, it could be touched, cut with a knife, and anything else could start a spark that would take him to a beserker fury and kill all the members of that despicable species in front of him.

However, he suppressed those feelings, revenge could wait now, his aim was to take these slaves alive.

With a snap of the fingers using the force, all the chains broke, while the slaves admired the feat with surprise, getting rid of their chains and looking at each other in total awe.

Vader then made a movement with his hand, drawing everyone's attention.

"Follow me if you want your freedom, and hereafter, revenge."

Everyone looked at each other completely surprised, and everyone started to thank the Lord in every way possible, but without physical contact, as they did not want to anger Vader with the dirt they contained in their bodies.

Vader in his hatred burned the place to the ground, with all the pony sellers present, and made sure that each of them died slowly and painfully, using force to direct all the house fire on them and at the same time, keeping them alive as long as possible, curing them and then letting them being burned again.

After their painfull deaths, he took the slaves to the depths of the forest away from their masters.





Vader continued with these raids weekly, using; fires, avalanches, accidents and floods to disguise each of his escapades.

The numbers of his followers increased every day, and more and more, he was idolized, being seen as a living deity by all, a liberator, a god of death who was summoned by all the negative energies caused by Pony's to the human race.

The Old Man that Lord Vader first met when he arrived in this world, known to many as just 'The Elder' became the closest to Darth Vader, being a councilor and apprentice of the Sith, passing on the Sith philosophical teachings to many of the younger ones.

The Sith Code has become a kind of initiation code for Vader's followers.

"Peace is a lie"

Peace with the slavers is impossible.

"There is only passion"

There is only passion for the brothers and sisters who were enslaved.

"Through passion, we gain strength."

By the union between former slaves, they will become stronger.

"Through strength, we gain power."

With strength they will become more powerful than their masters.

"Through power, we gain victory."

Becoming more powerful, they would win against their oppressors.

"Through victory, our chains are broken."

By their victory against their masters, their freedom would be complete.

"The force shall set us free."

The Force is their leader's most powerful weapon, she is their ally, she is their freedom, with her, every slave would be free.

The Sith Code was powerful in its meaning and inspiring in its echoes, the symbolism in the words was not lost on the followers of the Sith, who from now on, they called themselves 'The children of Vader'.

They from now on were fanatically loyal to the Dark Lord and would follow them to the gates of hell if ordered to do so.

Vader did a huge teaching campaign to his followers, teaching them the art of combat and discipline for the strongest, taught the art of hunting, building and harvesting to the weakest, and to the most talented, modern military tactics.

With each raid they did, they grew stronger and more numerous, and more and more they got better equipped.

There were so many followers, that Vader had to build a small village for themselves and abandon the ancient cave they previously inhabited, which had now become a place with gigantic symbolism for the freedmen, being called 'The Founders' Cave' by the ex-slaves, the new village was named 'Liberty' as well.

Vader couldn't be more proud of himself, he against all odds and in a very short time, he went from being the leader of a ragtag group of nomadic freed slaves, to the leader of an entire community of freedmen loyal to him, who grew more and more each day.

Their Morale couldn't be higher, and with the teachings given to them, they could soon become powerful enough to make their attacks more ambitious in the future, now with hundreds of warriors being trained and a society that is daily becoming self-sufficient.

The future looked bright for them.

And revenge would be soon a reality