> The God of Anger
>  by The Toaster
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> The Force is Calling (Checked)
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He sat, staring at the stars by the glass window, his room was completely free of any items and furniture, there was nothing but walls and darkness.

In front of him, he levitated his trustworthy lightsaber switched on and shining with all his majesty.

He kept himself calmly concentrating in his room on the capital ship. The Executor towered over kept towering over other smaller star destroyers that formed an escort formation around the giant.

Darth Vader sat, lost in thought. 

Meditating, focusing, concentrating.

As he did so, he felt something. 

A disturbance. 

A pull. 

As his attention shifted to the pull, it revealed more of itself. 

A path, a direction. 

A calling.

The lightsaber switched off abruptly, ending the brightness that surrounded the room and leading him to total darkness. Darth Vader slowly got up and walked the exit. Lightsaber flying for his hand, he walked towards the barely visible door on the end of the room as he took the weapon in the air and put it on his handle.

When opening the door, he entered in a huge room where a huge glass tube with a type of liquid present inside, covered full of cables and nurse robots walking from one side to the other. Two guards kept on both sides of the door present at the exit.

They were Royal Guards, the emperor's most elite soldiers, they were there to protect and assist him with everything he needed.

But Vader knew that the real reason they were here was for the Emperor to have full knowledge of Darth Vader's actions, he was not a fool, he knew the real intentions of his master, even though he didn't show it.

Passing by the guards and going through the door, he started walking towards a corridor. 

While he walked, he went through mazes of more and more corridors. They were full of life, soldiers patrolled and marched from side to side, tiny cleaning robots that looked like toy cars followed the officers while making a little noise, a sound in which Darth Vader personally hated.

He turned down towards another corridor and walked towards to a door that was open, and passing through it, he found himself on the stairs that led him to a massive hangar.

TIE fighters were stuck in a row on the ceiling, and the black striped floor was full of boxes and equipment, while engineers walked back and forth in their routines, stopping in shock at the sight of the dark Lord. Immediately making their obeisances, out of both respect and fear of him.

Even with the trembling of some, Darth Vader completely ignored them and walked towards a TIE unlike anything the empire had, standing proudly in the middle of the hangar.

It was personally modified by the Lord, and had the best equipment and accessories that an attack ship needs, and on top of that, a Hyperdrive. Something the fighters of the imperial navy lacked, even with the protests of most admirals.

Vader was climbing on his ship before he heard shouting coming from behind. Turning around, he could see an officer with an engineer behind him walking towards his direction. The Engineer who apparently was in a panic, was saying something to the officer, who totally ignored his companion as he walked towards the Lord, showing a clearly angry expression.

"My Lord, may I know what in the world you think you are doing??"

Vader remained silent, his slow and loud breathing could be clearly heard in all across the hangar that now was in almost complete silence, all clearly shocked by the boldness of that young officer.

"Where I go or do not, does not concern you, Lieutenant"

The Officer appeared to be flushed with anger and approached Darth Vader even more, even with the looks and signs of panic and despair from his companions around the hangar telling him to stop.

"You were ordered by the Emperor to not d-"

Before he could say anything more, he started to be choked, being hanged by an invisible hand. The officer's look of hate changed from anger to despair and he started to sweat from panic, while trying to get rid of the hand that clearly did not exist. 

All the while being slowly lifted off the ground by Vader without him lifting a finger. Releasing his full frustration of that situation on the poor Imperial.

After a few more moments for which most of the crew seemed like hours. The man was released, with him falling onto the ground unconscious.

Darth Vader hadn't killed him for the simple reason that he didn't want to hear his master's complaints in the near future, that old man was powerful and one massive pain in the ass. And on the other hand, he had already sent a message to the young man, do not interfere with the business a Lord of the Sith.

And without saying anything, he returned to what he was doing. Entering the ship and starting the engines, taking off. While some of the Crew rushed to check the unconscious young officer.

As he left, the ship flew towards the stars into the unknown, not having one specific location to go, Vader would have to use the force to find his prize.

Quickly moving away from the gigantic ship that could easily rival a massive city, and being able to feel the destination, he activated the Hyperdrive, and disappeared in a flash, flying towards the destination that the force had granted him.





The Light dominated the room, sounds of birds could be heard from outside, the curtains were blown in the wind and in that medieval room. A majestic figure, a beautiful Mare with magnificent hair slowly opened her eyes and stretched, followed by soft yawns. 

Her eyes seemed to be reflected by the sun as she was getting up wearing only underwear, she slowly got out of her giant double bed that was made exclusively for her.

She walked to what that could be considered a closet, a massive one at that. As she opened it, it could be noticeable many clothes of all types, styles and colors. Even so she went and took the one in the center, her favorite, and the one that all her subjects knew her for.

A white dress detailed with the colors and symbols of the sun, together with gold-plated shoulder pads. As she put it on, she slowly walked to the other corner of the room, where standing on a pillar with a pillow her crown remained rested. A magnificent jewel with gold and diamond decorating emeralds shining in the sun with all their splendor.

She reached out and took it, placing it in her head with a sigh, another boring day ahead her. 

She walked towards the door to leave the room. 

But something stopped her. 

At first it seemed a noise, a banging noise. As if a thunder screamed in a storm, or of a furious lion roaring, in the middle of the night. She turned and ran to the balcony, passing through the curtains and holding her hair that hung over the winds.

She could see it. She could see the source of the loud sound.

Her eyes widen as a fireball fell from the skies towards the city.

It approached quickly. The comet was surrounded by smaller fireballs, but the larger one came faster and as fast as it came. 

It passed by the city and collided in some part of the mountains and causing a massive explosion. It was bigger than any magic spell. 

The monarch could only look horrified, holding her mouth with her hands, she quickly turned and ran out of her room. Passing by the corridors with an expression of concern, hopefully her people were unharmed





A few minutes before

Arriving at his destination and getting out of the light speed, he found himself in an interesting solar system. Two moons orbited a planet with a singular large continent...

But there was a continent in that green giant that stood out. It was completely black, a darkness that he only had seen in Dathomir, perhaps even rivaling it. He could see clouds with extraordinary storms and under it a massive wasteland. Some ancient ritual of the Sith done in the past? 

He had understood, the force had shown him a possible way for him to defeat his master! A way for him to rule the galaxy perhaps, but he would first need to find out what was on that planet that made it so present with the force.

A whistle and a flashing red light in his cockpit made him abandon his line of thoughts and he quickly looked at the source of the whistle. Pressing a button by the cockpit and the radar activated. Showing a rebel squad, they were patrolling the region and had detected him.

He under the mask gave a faint smile, a minor distraction, but something to vent his frustrations on. He turned off the aiming latch that was made to help him in targeting. He didn't need such pathetic computers to fight.

With that out of the way, he thundered down on the unsuspecting rebels. 

As he approached, a voice came from his comms.

"Unknown imperial ship, Surrender now! You are in rebel space!"

He mentally chuckled to himself, obviously the Rebels would start patrolling systems that they control most of the Outer Rim after their successful attack on the Death Star, but here? On a mere unknown system? It was amusing to the dark lord.

And the audacity of them to demand surrender from him, it would be their funeral. He will make sure of that

In complete silence and accelerating, he squeezed the triggers, making the green lasers roar from the front of his ship. Flying and destroying two rebel ships as he passed the squadron

"Scatter! SCATTER NOW!"

Muffled screams came from the likely squad leader desperately trying to prevent more casualties as Vader's Tie spun and fired, destroying more and more fighters. A great explosion was made and Vader passed through right at it. He could notice the squad leader, now alone, coming towards him at full speed.

Pulling the trigger again, the Tie roared and the shots flew towards the X-wing. The leader foreseeing this, pulled the stick with everything he had to the right, making the ship spin and avoid many of the shoots, all the while returning fire in the direction of Vader.

The dark Lord had not expected this, but thought it was amusing. So in response he pulled the stick to the right too, imitating the opponent. And like that they continued, firing and spinning while continuing to close the gap.

Right in the moment when they would pass each other, the rebel pilot again surprised Vader. He in a desperate attempt tried to make a suicidal maneuver, and stopped spinning, throwing the fighter directly at the Lord of the Sith. Hoping to kill them both with the collision all the while screaming with fury at the dark lord.

Vader, seeing this, in the last second tried to dodge. 

But it was too late. 

The X-wing hit with full force on his TIE and heavily damaging it. The Rebel Pilot died immediately in the impact that was followed by an explosion, however, Darth Vader using the force managed to save himself.

But now his ship was falling quickly on the planet, the atmosphere pulling him more and more. He was surrounded by flames and falling apart, using the force, he created a protection around and remained calm and focused so as not to die in the fall.

And hoping for the best.
> Darkness Reveals (Checked)
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"Professor Fossil, are you sure you want to check in person? The Princess made a point of preventing any citizen from getting anywhere even close to the fall zone." The Royal guard asked the teacher as they walked. The old gray mare looked at him with humor as they walked down the trail.

"Oh my dear, thank you for the concern. I may be old; however, no mountain or cave shall stand between me and discovery!" The Guard had a light laugh with the archeologist's excitement, she had a lot of energy for her age. Still, he would not let her go around without protection, being chosen personally by the Princess to investigate the mysterious and sudden asteroid's fall site is reason enough.

The subject became the central theme of all the newspapers in Equestria, as it almost hit Canterlot by an inch. The princesses did nothing to at least calm or alert the people. Still, fortunately for the citizens it fell far away, now this expedition had formed to check the crash site for studies.

A noise of something falling on the ground alerted them, both stopping and looking back to know what was going on.

They could see a human lying on the floor with a handful of climbing items, desperately trying to get up and pick up the objects on the ground he had let slip through his primitive fingers.

The Royal Guard looked with bored eyes at the mare behind them.

"Night Glider, stop slacking and make sure the monkeys don't buck our things!" The dark blue mare flinched with the Guard's sudden outburst. Still, soon after composing herself, she nodded; using the whip in her belt, she struck the back of the human, who screamed in pain with each hit on his scarred back.

"Move you damn no fur's! We don't have all day you piles of trash!" The group of slaves quickened their pace, stumbling over each other in fear that they would be the next to receive a severe hit from their masters.

The Royal Guard rolled his eyes as he returned to the Professor's side, whom he had noticed signs of discomfort, putting his hand on her shoulder in concern.

"Ma'am? You alright?" She looked at the Guard and slowly at the slaves getting whipped, and she would tremble a little, placing her hand on her head and quickening her steps.

"N-nothing, l-let's j-just keep g-going..." The Guard looked at her confused, surprised by the reaction of sudden discomfort. However, shrugging that aside, he continued marching along with the group towards the forest and the vast cloud of black smoke that was forming.





"I'm telling you, Tia, I didn't know!"

Celestia looked at her angrily while staying seated on her majestic golden throne, surrounded by guards and with the most elegant decorations for her royal clothing. Her sister was a different story.

Luna's clothes were a mess and her hair was even messier. It was clear she woke up in a hurry. She would have been in a bad mood if she wasn't surprised of the sudden anger that her normally calm sister was displaying, especially after being called to the throne room in such a rush.

"Tia, you know as well as I do! The spell I use for the stars is just an illusion spell! Ponies might think it's my fault, but I did absolutely nothing! Natural disasters are not my work!" Celestia sighed while leaning back on her throne and placed a hand on her face.

"I know Luna... But how could you not see it before? You always notify me when a meteor shower might occur or when you create one!" Luna hugged herself as she looked away in embarrassment.

"I-i r-really don't know... I just noticed the meteorite forming when it was already entering the atmosphere... It's like it formed on top of us and immediately felt... I don't know how.... " Celestia thoughtfully placed her thumb and index finger on her chin before looking back at her sister.

"Do you think it could have been... By outside influence?" The moon goddess would look shocked at her sister.

"You can't be serious, Tia...."

Celestia rolled her eyes at her sister's lack of suspicion.

"Of course, I am serious! We have to think of all the possibilities! Some of our enemies could have done this to harm our subjects!"

Luna's eyes just opened more and more with each sentence Celestia said, completely shocked.

"Celestia! You can't be serious! Are you listening to yourself?? You can't start pointing hooves at the others! Buck, it may be even a normal comet that we just missed it!"

The sun monarch would shake her head from side to side in a negative way.

"Luna liste-"

"NO! YOU LISTEN!" Luna cut Celestia with a sudden outburst of rage. Making her be taken back by her sister's sudden rage and use of the canterlot voice.

"You've been paranoid like that since the subjugation of humans! You are always ignoring your advisers! Always suspicious of others! Buck Tia! You arrested a reporter for simply criticizing you for the lack of action! You are acting a tyrant! Don't you see it??" Celestia was shocked by the anger her sister was showing, and by the things she had said, changing from shock to anger, clenching her fist, she would hit the arm of the chair hard.

"STOP THIS NOW, LUNA! I WON'T TOLERATE THAT TONE WITH ME! You know very well that most of the things I do are for the good of my people! And not from my image!" Luna gritted her teeth and clenched her fists. Celestia couldn't see it. Still, behind the adoration of the citizens, but Luna knew very well the truth. 

She was afraid.

Afraid to disappoint them, afraid to make them feel her fury. 

Since the day's they defeated the humans or the 'no Fur's', and the subsequent catastrophes that followed with the return of Nightmare Moon and Discord. Celestia has been more and more on edge, fear and tension emanated from her, fear of how she was seen by her people, even if she didn't show it. 

Fear of them being hurt. Yes, she cared deeply for them. 

Still, more and more she acted in entirely unacceptable ways for them, she already knew that when instead of purifying humans as she did with Changelings, she had just enslaved them! 

She had already talked to her sister about it, but she had always dismissed it, justifying it as 'for their own sake' or 'They are too unpredictable'! But.... 

There was nothing she could do...

Sighing and looking with disappointment at her sister, she slowly walked out of the throne room. 

She stopped before she left. 

Something had awakened, something very dark, darkness invaded the throne room like a wave invaded a beach.

Luna slowly looked at her sister, who looked shocked.

"You sensed it too..?"





"Impossible...."

The teacher looked in shock at the fall zone, the fall trail. The broken trees and massive trail took her to a metal object, but that was not what scared her the most. 

It was how symmetrical they were, how they were perfectly aligned...

It was not a meteor. It was something alien.

And it terrified her.

Any other researcher in her place would love to discover something alien, to get credit for a discovery that could change the world. Still, for Fossil, this was not what she was afraid of, she was worried about why something like that was there.

Why did it fall here? How did it fall here? Was it on purpose? What did it carry? And if her worse fears where to come true.... What and or who was inside of it?

That and many other questions that could not be answered anytime soon, and that's if they could be answered.

"What is impossible?"

She still looked shocked at the royal Guard and his unimpressed expression.

"T-this is n-not f-from our world...." She said while slowly kneeling and picking up a piece of the wreckage formed by the fall, the metal object was still partially broken, but its symmetrical shape could even be seen in the metal wreck; it was very resistant, whatever it was.

The Royal Guard looked at the wreckage and the returned teacher and said shrugging.

"Well! It came from space after all...." She had not taken her eyes off the piece of metal, which had... Reddish and blue lines, ignoring the sound of the Guard receiving a light slap on the head by her colleague, letting out a low "hey!"

THUMP

Every single one around the metal object flinched at the noise that suddenly appeared from the rubble, the teacher slowly stood up.

THUMP

Now she could see, a part of the wreckage with a tiny black folding hatch formed a circle, it had a dent, from the inside.

THUMP, THUMP


Another and another dent appeared. Like something terrifyingly strong was trying to get out.

Everyone around, slave and Pony, slowly moved away with each beat, while the teacher continued to look, horrified. Somepon- no, something was inside of it.

Celestia... What could they do...?

And finally, after a long time of tension that seemed to stretch on for hours, a final 'THUMP' was made, with a piece of the debris thrown away.

All of them lowered themselves on instinct when the piece flew by their heads. But thankfully no one was hit.

It sunk deep into a tree, almost tearing it in half with the power. They could only look at the part of metal for an instant before noises started coming from the wreckage again. 

All of them looked on in shock when a giant plume of smoke came out of where once there was a metal plate protecting it. And out of it, one enormous shadow appeared from the smoke.

The guards all had their weapons drawn, not knowing what to expect out of the wreckage. Then, breathing, one of the most terrifying things the Professor would ever hear in her life. Something that would haunt her for the rest of her days until the day of her passing.

KHUUUUR PHUUUUR
> The God arrives
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Footsteps touching on the metal surface can be heard, before a figure appears where the old piece of metal stood after being brutally thrown.

Cold, an unimaginable cold reigned around.

They all trembled with fear as they looked at the unknown, they looked at that huge shadow in the middle of the smoke that dominated the carcass.

His breathing, it alone, had made everyone freeze, was something supernatural, it was terrifying.

The figure could be seen jumping from the metal frames to the floor.

And when he came in contact with the ground, the smoke cleared, revealing the figure that so frightened them.

Slowly he would get up from his fall, slowly getting out of his prone position and raising his head.

He only made them more frightened than before, the figure used black armor from head to toe, cape, wore a helmet and mask that completely covered his face.

His clothes seemed to absorb the light, and his aura was making everyone anxious, but frozen, no one knew what to do, and those who did, did not have the courage to do it.

Then, Professor Fossil's Royal guard did something that shocked and impressed his colleagues a lot, he slowly walked towards the figure, who now stood completely up, showing his enormous stature that would make any Stallion jealous.

He stopped in front of the figure, lifting his head to face him.

With each passing moment he regretted more and more that he was trying to challenge the huge dark golem, which now focused all his attention on him.

With a sigh, he made a defiant expression and proceeded to place his hand on its scabbard, threatening to withdraw his sword.

"Outsider! I Knight Stone Steps represent the royal guard of our princess Celestia, goddess of the sun and ruler of Equestria! Identify yourself at this very moment, and prepare to be taken into your majesty's custody!"

Everyone around them was shocked by the enormous courage shown by the royal guard, and many of his companions, ashamed of being left behind, positioned themselves on his sides and imitating his action, trying to emanate a false sense of power.

Something that was not even noticed by the figure, which surprised everyone again when a voice sounded more terrifying than his breathing.

"My name is Darth Vader, and neither you, nor your princess has any authority over me"





Vader was furious, how stupid and careless could he be?!

For his foolishness, he was now stranded on a planet far from any imperial authority and with no way to communicate.

Worse still, his ship was broken to the point that it could no longer be repaired.

He thought while trying in vain to rewire the spacecraft's controls, pushing the buttons and controls in a frustrated manner.

He in an act of fury after so many failed attempts, he punched the controls, completely destroying them, sparks, gears and wires flew in all directions, while Vader continued to look at the destroyed controls.

For the first time in a long time, he was completely alone, he didn't know what to do or how to proceed.

His visor passed slowly to his hand, the same one that had broken the systems, without any scratch because of the force, and slowly closed it tightly.

His hatred and frustration were giving him immense power, however, he was losing control, he slowly came out of that trance, and raised his head.

His feelings were his weapon against his enemies, he would not let them consume him.

He then slowly rose from his seat in the middle of all the destroyed parts of his TIE.

Once again, the force saved him from catastrophe, even though his ship was in a deplorable and almost unrecognizable state, with all cables loose and sparks sticking out everywhere, he was still alive, and that was what mattered now.

Using the force, he slowly made his way to the aircraft hatch, that was located in his front because of the crash, being one of the easiest parts of the TIE to open, it would be easier to get out.

The fighter was small, but many of the parts were loose and hindered the little movement that the Dark Lord had, focusing the strength on his palm, he launched a force wave at the entrance.

When he hit it, it made a huge noise, and a dent, however, without success in making an opening.

He then repeated the action, and again was unsuccessful.

Getting frustrated, he tried again, and as before, he just made a huge amount of cracks.

Then, concentrating his fury in both of his hands, he launched another force wave, but much more powerful, which with made a stronger noise than before and threw the rubble away, opening a passage, letting the sunlight invade the fighter and almost blinding the Dark Lord.

Not wanting to waste any more time inside that scrap heap, Vader immediately walked out of the fighter, jumping and falling on his knee to the ground outside, slowly lifting his head and watching his surroundings.





A huge silence reigned.

The guards clenched their weapons tighter, while some gritted their teeth in fear, trembling slightly.

The air seemed to freeze more as the group stared at the dark lord.

The wind that passed them made Vader's cape fly over the breeze, making him more intimidating.

However, before the guards could do anything, the professor took courage and slowly walked towards the metal figure.

Knight Stone Steps noticed, and immediately put a hand in front of her, stopping her attempt.

"Professor, stand back, I don't want that thing hurting you."

She would take his arm, and slowly lower it, giving him a disapproving look.

"I know what I am doing Stone."

He hesitantly stepped aside for her to pass.

She slowly walked and stopped in front of the scary figure, she could have sworn, the height of that figure could rival a Minotaur.

But she kept her cool, and hid her fear in a neutral expression, years of working in her field made her visit the whole world, and even though she was facing a titan, she kept her expression serene.

"You must be the Leader of this group."

She slowly nodded in confirmation to him, trying with all her might to ignore the terrifying breath and voice of the being in front of him.

"M-my name is professor Fossil, c-could you answer me one question...?"

The black figure remained silent, looking deeply at the Mare in front of him, while the guards became more confused and surprised.

"Y-you came from space..?"

The Lord kept silent the question of the completely curious Mare, while the guards looked at each other completely dumbfounded with such a strange question and in a situation like this.

The Dark Being then answered, after a time of complete silence, with another question.

"Where is your closest spaceport?"

The Professor looked completely confused by this question.

"Spaceport....? What is that....?"

Darth Vader slowly shook his fist in frustration, and his threatening aura only got worse as his anger grew.

He couldn't believe, of any planet he might have crashed on, he had to fall into one with a primitive and unknown civilization, which probably shouldn't even have star maps.

He was trapped, without his ship in flight condition and in a people who had absolutely no tech at all as he noticed on those mere metal swords.

The Professor then managed to connect the dots, not noticing the growing frustration of the dark lord.

"You really came from Space!! This is incredible!"

This resulted in the surprise of everyone around, who now looked at Vader, gaping at the discovery.

While the guards were shocked by the discovery, an elderly human slave passed them, and threw himself on his knees to the Dark Lord, who, looking at him, could notice the elder with his head leaning on the floor in awe, drawing attention everyone around.

He slowly raised his head, keeping on his knees, and holding his hands together as if he were praying.

"My Lord! For decades, we have been waiting for your coming! For decades, we waited for the divine light that came from the heavens to free us! We waited for the God of darkness to come and avenge us! Thank you for honoring me with your presence! 

God of Anger!"

The guards would be laughing, if not for Vader's intimidating presence.

He studied the old man who was kneeling in front of him, he was in a completely deplorable state.

Soiled with dirt and blood from head to toe, his clothes were in worse condition, they looked like a spoiled tunic, keeping only with several stitches.

However, what most caught his attention, was the Iron Collar on the slave's neck, it was completely rusty, and it could be noticed that it was not the right size for him, but they put it anyway, and some blood stains could be noticed.

He slowly reached for the collar, and with the force, completely broke it, and slowly reached for his visor to see better.

The man groaned, but remained in the same position.

To say that the Dark Lord was angry was an understatement.

He crushed the collar with hate, it slowly cracked in his hand, while it shivered at his hate.

To have seen that, to have seen that old man in such a deplorable state, and to notice the hidden and totally abused slaves, brought memories that should have been buried together with the remnants of his past.

Ignited a spark in him, an unbridled rage, every moment he suffered when he was a slave, every moment he was mistreated, every moment he and his mother were beaten up for the simple reason that they existed.

The Knight seeing that, made a decision that would be the worst choice of his life and his existence, he drew his sword and took a few steps forward in an attempt to intimidate the Lord.

"That was the last straw! You are under arrest for disrespect the crown and for taking property of the st-"

He couldn't finish his words when suddenly Vader reached out and with the force furiously pulled the Knight towards him, causing him to be grabbed by the neck, while Vader slowly lifted him up with just one hand.

Everyone looked in total shock, seeing a creature without horns, using magic! The guard desperately choked trying to searching a way to breathe, holding the Lord's hand in desperation in a futile attempt to break free, looking at the visor of his helmet in total terror, with tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Slaver Scum like you, don't deserve to live."

It was the last thing the guard could hear, before with a squeeze and a cracking noise, his head bent with an expression of horror, his body completely stopping any movement, and his hands slowly dropping Vader's arm, who would then throw the body of the Royal Guard aside and make it hit a tree and fall to the ground completely devoid of life.

All the guards took a step back in horror, while the Dark Lord slowly turned his visor on them.

He put his hand on his belt, and picking up a small cylindrical object, and igniting his lightsaber, the red light that would come out of the weapon reminded them the flames of hell, coming to punish them for their sins.

"None of you will leave here alive."
> The Followers of Darkness
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

So fast.

It all happened like thunder, bright and fast, with the sound following right after.

The dark knight who came out of that wreck destroyed them, he didn't even give them a chance to retaliate.

His sword cut them like a knife through butter, with a frightening ease and balance, showing years of training and practice.

After hanging and tearing the unicorn's neck. He had no more hesitation, he no longer had the same pauses as when we first saw him, at a speed that only the trail could be seen, he sliced ​​one after another, each blow cutting a part of the body and letting him completely exposed for further attacks.

He was not defending or deflecting, as none of the Pony's managed to attack him in time. And those who could, were too terrified to do anything.

His speed could rival the speed of even Rainbow Dash! One of the throne's defenders, one of the fastest beings alive.

But he didn't kill them quickly.

No.

Even with his enormous speed and skill, he made them suffer.

Fear, pain, regret.

Suffer everything for what they did, not only for the almost pathetic attempt in trying to challenge him, but maybe for everything they did to us.

He had begun slashing the first guard in half with his red weapon. The facial expression of shock and horror not leaving his face as he fell to the floor.

Without hesitation, he immediately went for another slash from his weapon, from the bottom an then up on his next victim, cutting off the guard's legs and throwing him up with the sheer ferocity of the attack.

While in the air, the dark god immediately used some kind of wind magic and threw the legless guard towards his other two companions behind him.

One guard behind him, seeing the slaughter happening in front of him, charged at the dark lord and hoping to catch him off guard.

At the exact moment the weapon was going to make contact with the back of the dark entity, it stopped in the middle of the air, inches from touching him and losing all the momentum of the attack.

In his free hand, it could be seen him with most of his fingers closed, except the index and middle fingers, letting them open, and then with a quick movement, he closed his fist tightly.

The guard's sword flew back and it penetrated hard on his neck, causing an enormous amount of blood to spill from the wounded region in response.

He then fell to the floor after a couple of seconds of silence with his mouth open. Completely lifeless.

The two guards knocked over by their legless companion, threw him aside and tried hard to escape the massacre, leaving the screaming third behind.

However, they did not get very far. Since the black lord using his magic again, pulled the two who fled back to him.

In midair, with a quick cut he decapitated them both, their heads sticking out and falling apart from the bodies, rolling by the ground with their expressions of fear.

Slowly he looked around, looking at his handy work, slowly, with a small buzz, his sword lost its luster and intensity. Then, a groan, drawing the hateful Lord's attention, he slowly shifted his gaze to one of the bodies.

Slowly crawling on his back and moaning with each movement, there was a guard, the one he had cut off his legs.

He was still alive, he was in intense pain, two huge traces of blood were forming as he tried desperately in a futile effort, to escape his possible end, without a plan or strategy, in pure instinct, he wanted to run as much as was possible from that monster.

With his terrifying breath, he slowly walked towards the surviving guard, each step he took easily outpaced the desperate guard.

That he only looked at the black figure in terror, tears of pain and despair streamed from his face, when he realized that he could not escape.

He looked at the sightings of the monster of darkness, looked at that glance, completely devoid any sign of life and light, a look of death, he sobbed, and started to scream while crying.

"P-PLEASE! H-HAVE M-MERCY! I B-B-BEG YOU!"

The Desperation Request seemed to have worked, the figure of darkness had stopped for an instant, and he slowly looked at the floor.

The guard's hopes of survival had returned, however, they were almost immediately shattered.

The dark aura, the same that emerged when his hatred was at its peak, returned, and it seemed just as powerful, perhaps more, than before.

Then, the Demon in black spoke again with his terrifying voice that shook the guard right in his core.

"Tell me, slaver, did you have mercy when your slaves begged for mercy aswell?"

He continued walking towards the fallen guard, who could look and remain only in total silence in pure fear, his mouth opened and closed, but no voice came out.

"Did you have any concerns about the lives of those who had their chains in your hand?"

He could only continue to cry in fear silently, while the Lord towered over him, his calm voice showing quite the opposite of what he was feeling.

"You don't care about anyone but yourself."

Then his sobs were replaced by his choking grunts, as he put his hand on his neck in a panic, trying to get rid of a hand that didn't exist, while Vader slowly raised his hand and hanged him with his magic.

"You expect pity, after so many have suffered and died by your hand for the simple crime of being born."

His eyes, red with so many tears, could only see the yellow glow behind the angry God's visor, he could do nothing but wait for his end.

"Scum like you, don't deserve to live."

Then, with one last squeeze, the guard ceased his resistance, his arms slowly let go of Vader's hand and went limp, and his eyes rolled over, and his life was sucked from his body by the master of hate.

Vader then released his neck, maintaining his look at his body, and dropped him on the floor, completely devoid of life

He had done all this in such a short time, at such an absurd speed, with a strength that a minotaur would dream of having and a control over magic that would easily overcome a unicorn.

He just couldn't believe it.

A human had ascended, just as the Pony's princess had ascended to Alicorn.

A human god.

Slowly the Elder looked at the other slaves that were hidden together behind some rubble, all of them had mixed expressions, fear, shock, surprise.

But everyone felt something together, happiness.

The happiness of finally someone fighting their captors, someone who finally sets them free, and someone that powerful who hates their captors as much as they do.

The Elder, slowly got up, and walked out of the rubble and towards Darth Vader, who in response changed his gaze from the body to the old man who was coming towards him.

Both stayed in that exchange of looks for a while, until the old man knelt and touched his head to the floor in reverence to Vader again, which still surprised the Sith.

"I am again grateful for not only your presence, but grateful for our freedom as well, we are forever in your debt"

Vader only remained silent with the elder's statement, and look behind him, while other people started to come out of the rubble and walk towards him, all with expressions of awe, nervousness....

And......

Respect......

One of the things that the Lord Sith was not used to by people feeling about him, and many began to thank the lord, some with nods, others with smiles, and some following the elder's example.

Many were apprehensive with him for the brutality shown against the guards, but they were not angry with him for that...

The opposite, he felt....

Happiness....

Darth Vader started to feel something he hadn't felt in a long time.

What he felt most of all was an enormous sense of..... Freedom......

The fall on this planet was not just a tragedy, it was his freedom.

The actions he took were not influenced by Sidious's puppet strings, or at his command.

He made everything his own choice.

Not only had he broken the slave's chains of these humans, he had broken his own as well.

They did not fear him as his old incompetent officers, or respect him as the Stormtroopers who fought him, that feeling of happiness and respect came with high hopes.

Hope......

All the slaves in front of him were seeing him with hope, hope that he was their such savior.

"My lord, we are indebted to you, we will do anything to pay you, anything for our freedom that you have brought us back."

He continued to watch them, slowly looking at each of the faces of the Ex-slaves, everyone of them had expressions of determination and happiness, he was not lying.

"No."

The elder was taken back by this.

"What?"

Lord Sith continued with his upright posture and calm but firm tone.

"You have no debt to pay to me, you are free now, each and every one of you can choose what you want to do, you have no masters anymore."

All had been taken back by the Lord's statement, they looked at each other.

They were free, but now what to do? they in their whole lives had someone to tell them what to do and what not to do, and now he had set them free and simply said that they could do what they want?

Long moments passed, while everyone just looked at each other, and in that time, Darth Vader had decided that his work had been done, and slowly he walked away into the unknown.

"My Lord! I am with you!"

He immediately stopped, and returned his gaze back, to a young man with a determined expression and a fist in the air and soon after hitting his fist on his chest, in a sign that Vader interpreted out of respect or... 

Loyalty...?

Then another left the main group and repeated the actions of his companion.

"As a free man! I choose to go with you!"

"Me too! My heart is yours!"

"I am with you my Lord!"

Soon everyone was either with their fists raised, or beating their fists on their chest, all with expressions of determination.

They shouted his name.

That day Vader felt another sentiment he hadn't felt in a long time.

Pride.
> Internal Struggles
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Vader kept himself seated in front of a burning fire, around him, many tents stood.

More than 50 slaves, all being kept on leashes by less than 5 guards, they could easily have overpowered their captors with small casualties and gained freedom.

However, seeing their feelings, he could see the truth.

They had no more hopes, they doubted if they would really succeed, they doubted their ability.

It was ironic, all the constructions, architectures and economics of these slave nations came from those that were considered garbage, however, greatness was only reached by the hard and fervent work of this so-called garbage.

And no credit was brought to them, the reward for their efforts, tears, and sweat, was repression, punishment for nothing, and bodily and psychological abuse just for the entertainment of their masters.

He saw through the bones appearing in the malnourished bodies of the weakest, and the muscles defined by the strongest, showing months, and perhaps years of hard work.

And the scars of each one of them showed the reward for their obedience.

Every time Watto forced him to work from the beginning of the dawn of the twin suns to the freezing night, for the small crumbs they struggled to get, and for the time that bastard caught his mother one night and....

His fist trembled with rage as the stones floated around him with fervor.

Suddenly a voice broke the Dark Lord's line of thought.

"My lord?? Are you alright???"

A female voice, looking to the side, he could see a slave with brown hair, and clothes, holding her hands together, tense and clearly concerned.

Suddenly the stones around the Sith all fell to the floor at the same time.

He slowly opened his hand and dispelled his aura of anger.

"No need to be concerned about me."

He rose from his log by the fire and turned to the ex-slave.

"Give me status about the others."

He felt the fear in the little girl as she flinched with his movements, he only now noticed how small the likely teenager was for him, but she pulled herself together and with a forced smile looked around.

"I-if you m-mean, how the others are... They are all fine.... It's quite rare for us to gain the privilege to rest.... Then they are enjoying it...."

Looking at the same place where the little girl was with her attention turned, he could see the slaves in other regions of the small camp...

Happy, dancing, singing, and drinking with the captured supplies of the now-dead guards.

Beneath the mask without him noticing, a small smile threatened to form.

He knew what freedom felt like, the feeling of a bright future ahead.

Slowly he nodded at the girl.

"We will rest for now, let them enjoy their recently acquired freedom."

He then slowly with a wave of his hand dismissed the girl, ignoring her requests and pleas to join the festivities.

And slowly, he would sit alone again at the campfire and meditate, with all the events that have occurred, he needed to think, and plan for future confrontations with this new slave state.





She doesn't know how long she has been running, and she doesn't even care, Professor Fossil, after seeing all that, had no doubts.

He was one of the biggest threats anyone could imagine, she had to warn someone, anyone!

She was running desperately down the silver road that led to the Crystal Empire, she had to take the case to the princesses.

And if they don't believe in the dark knight who would use magic, they would just hear about the threat that a slave revolt could be.

If the princess would not hear, Shinning Armor may.

He was one of the biggest supporters of the Human Repression and one of the most feared Generals in Equestria since the Changeling conquest.

If anyone can bring down one slave revolt, it would be him.





Darth Vader had finished his meditation the afternoon of the following day when he heard a shout.

Slowly, he would rise from his lonely campfire, and look around the camp.

And I looked at a crowd of Humans surrounding something.

He slowly walked towards the crowd, which as a number of them saw him, would immediately be silenced and make way for him to pass.

And when he got to the source of all that commotion, he could notice a scene that would leave him totally disgusted.

A female Pony, with clear crying marks and with her skirt totally torn, being followed in an obvious position of something that Vader would also love to have long forgotten.

Rape.

He slowly passed his vizor over the group of men who held her, and now they were looking at him in total dread, even the man in the position who would be the first to abuse their prisoners.

The Man promptly pulled up his pants to hide his male parts and made a bow as he trembled with fear.

"M-my Lord! W-we didn't e-expected y-you woul-"

However, he failed to finish his sentence, with the lightsaber noise being ignited and in a quick movement, beheading him completely.

Everyone around flinched with the display, and those holding Pony walked away fearing for their lives.

But luckily for them, Vader turned off his weapon, put it back on his belt, and slowly looked at the group.

"You are all free, however, this doesn't mean your actions won't have consequences."

A huge silence reigned in the group, no one dared to speak at that moment, Vader slowly turned to walk back to meditate, until someone in the group shouted something that made Lord Sith stop immediately.

"That Bitch always would beat us for no reason! And she laughed while she tortured us! Night Glider does not deserve mercy!!"

He slowly looked at the fallen Pegasus, who slowly cringed at the look of the dark lord.

"We demand justice, my lord!"

"Kill her!"
"Choke her!"
"Decapitate her!"
"Make her suffer!"

"Enough"

Silence reigned again, while everyone looked at Darth Vader, who was slowly walking back to Pegasus.

"Remember that i do not tolerate anything as obscene as Rape, you are free to choose what punishment you want to her, you were the ones who suffered at her hands."

He would slowly walk away from the group, while all the angry looks appeared around her.

Slowly she would shrink more, crying in horror while all those malicious hands and smiles surrounded her with a hunger of vengeance.

In the next few hours, her horror screams would echo through the forest, while the Humans poured out all their anger and frustration at Pegasus.





The next morning, the Humans collected the tents and loot and prepared to leave.

Vader realized that if he wanted to have a chance to expand his influence, he would have to free more slaves and recruit them for his cause.

Even with a large number of loyal followers, only 10 of the 50 were good with the swords collected from the guards, and of the 10, only 4 had an able physique to endure in a long fight, he would have to change that.

But for now, he would have to leave the 'disappearance' zone of the old expedition, if the government of these pony's sent a team to search for the lost, he would be discovered.

And even though he had no worries about it, knowing that he would quickly destroy anyone who reached him, some survivor would possibly run away and report what he found.

If the leaders were wise, they would send an army to end Vader's plans, he would not take any chances with the strength of the force he had at his disposal.

Some slaves commented that in the north, there was a city that was very unstable and had a population that was abundantly sympathetic to Human Slaves.

According to them, the people of that city have all been enslaved by a tyrant a few decades previously, and even with a decent new ruler, they see her more as a puppet figure than anything.

Best of all, it was in a tundra region, making it very difficult to trade, only being capable on the city's official roads.

It was perfect.

However, he could not just waltz in and proclaim himself as the new ruler, he would have to bide his time, gather allies and supporters from the inside, and slowly manage to conquer the entire city's support, and without having to worry about future uprisings.

Slowly he looked back, at the caravan of slaves following him towards the unknown, as they marched behind him without question.

Slowly returning his gaze to the horizon, he admired the glow of that lonely sun.

That would then be his destiny.

Liberation of an entire species
> Humanity's beacon of hope
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

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
> The Council of the Millennium
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Footsteps on the snowy ground could be heard over that busy little town.

Slowly the Dark Lord walked on the frozen streets.

In the surroundings, the village could be seen in full activity.

Women cleaning clothes in a nearby stream and talking to each other, some children  running around playing in some houses below.

His loud laughters could be heard from Vader's location.

He was proud of everything he did, even though it was little, it was already a beginning, as he passed, people bowed their heads in respect and continued their activities.

Walking a little further, he arrived at a different wooden building, much larger than the other residences, with noises of struggle and stakes hitting.

Slowly entering, he found himself in a huge hall full of men and women with extremely well-defined physicists training and sparing in various circles, some hand-to-hand and others with wooden stakes.

He slowly positioned himself in the corner without them noticing and watched the progress of his future soldiers.

Turning his gaze to one of the groups, he noticed a sparring match that was taking place between two men.

The smaller of the two quickly dodged the attacks of the larger one, and battled the attacks when dodging was impossible, he stepped back and tried desperately to stand on the furious attacks of the bigger one, who gave no space to fight back.

Very good, they were learning not to give chances of a possible counter attack and using their larger size and brute strength to overwhelm the opponent, it was a tactic that Vader used a lot.

The Minor then spun and skid the legs of the opponent who almost lost his balance, the Minor then went on the attack, starting a sequence of blows with the wooden stake and with his other hand.

The opponent, not expecting such ferocity, started to try to deflect and hit the blows, but losing the initiative and balance, he promptly made a huge number of mistakes.

The Minor hit one attack after another, causing the opponent to have huge cuts in his body until with a jump and a spinning kick, he knocked out the opponent, throwing him hard to the ground.

To the surprise and cheers of the companions in his circle.

Khuuur Phuuuur

Every soul in the room immediately ceased their activities and conversations upon hearing their leader's iconic breath.

Everyone immediately looked in the direction of the noise and instantly noticed Lord Sith slowly emerging from the shadows in the corner of the room.

He slowly walked past the groups of students, who was now standing in respectful military stances towards their leader

Darth Vader went towards the smallest who had won against the largest, who clearly remained in total shock when he noticed that the Lord was walking directly towards him.

Vader stopped in front of the young man, who was just sweating in despair, thinking that he had done something extremely wrong to have caught the attention of the Sith.

Darth Vader was an attentive, tough and an extremely effective trainer, any mistakes his students made, he corrected vigorously and makes them pass all possible limits for them to become the best of the best.

And those who made intentional mistakes for harm others, or any type of illegal actions were punished in the most terrifying ways possible.

The young man quickly knelt in desperation.

"M-m-m-my Lord !! I-i-i-i s-s-s-swear i-i-i d-didn't m-mean t-to k-knock h-him ou-"

"Impressive."

This silenced him immediately, he slowly dared to look up and face the Dark Lord, who was returning the look, everyone was surprised by this too, receiving praise from Vader was a extremely rare and difficult thing to achieve.

Vader slowly looked at the unconscious body of the large man, and then back at the minor one.

"That trainee was twice your size, and he had many months of training, not only did you defeat him as an equal, but you also beat him in combat strategy."

The youngest slowly swallowed his fear and built up the courage to answer the Lord.

"H-h-he sacrificed h-h-his d-defenses f-for a q-quick and overwhelming v-victory, giving m-me ample c-chances to fight back, and his b-brute strength was c-clearly a two-sided knife, since I could use it to my a-advantage."

Many moments passed, with Vader just looking through the smaller one, who was sweating with nervousness, not knowing if what he said was good or bad.

"What is your name young one?"

He showed more surprise evident on his face.

"B-B-Burkhard m-my l-lord."

Vader looked slowly to the side, clearly reflecting on something, and then immediately turned his attention to Bulkhard.

"Congratulation Bulkhard, you have earned a special place in the Specter Corps"

His mouth immediately opened with surprise at that, Lord Vader, did you want him in his special forces???

"M-my l-lord! I-i-it would b-be an h-honor! H-h-however i-i am j-just an p-private!"

Darth Vader, with his hands clasped behind his back, slowly faced him, making him even more tense.

"Are you questioning my judgment Private?"

He glupped at the question.

"N-never in a m-m-million of y-years m-my lord!"

He then slowly stepped back and nodded, clearly satisfied.

"I Expect great things from you Bulkward, now double time to your new barracks, dismissed."

He then made a quick military salute with a 'My Lord' and rushed out of the training wing.

Vader slowly look around and at all the onlookers who were watching him in surprise.

"I hope you all to follow the example of your brother, size and power is no match to an excellent strategy and great execution! Now all back to training!"

All of the trainees saluted and would all in unison respond.

"YES MY LORD!"

Vader slowly turned and walked where he came from, slowly leaving the training grounds and ignoring the flow of movement that was restarted with a new fervor at his orders.

It was a good move on his part to use the old military hierarchical base system for his forces, it was simple and very efficient, in addition, the traditions of respect and order were put together with the greetings.

He was already thinking of some banner for his forces could rally upon, but now he didn't have time for that.

Dismissing those thoughts, he slowly walked towards the main wooden building in the village, the largest and best guarded, with soldiers in black iron armor protecting the entrance.

Both made the military salute when he entered.

As he passed through the door, the guards outside immediately closed it, leaving him in a small room that could be compared to a reception, it was very simple and humble, compared to the receptions he could find in the Empire.

The woman at the table was reading a book and giggling, he slowly walked to the front of the table, hoping to get the receptionist's attention.

He felt her feelings change, from satisfaction to irritation, she had noticed him.

"I'm sorry Brother or sister, the council is busy at the moment and will not be able to meet any needs you have at the moment, please come back later."

She responded in a monotonous and bored way, Vader was not going to lie, he was amused and missed a little  when he was just a nobody and he was treated as such, and he could have ordinary and boring conversations with others who treated him not with fear but yes as an equal.

"I'm sure the council would be grateful by my presence and would listen to me without question."

She then quickly close the book, and looked at him smiling with a fake smile hiding her despair, finally noticing Vader's presence as more than just any ex-slave.

"M-MY LORD! W-what a-a s-surprise! I-i didn't e-e-expect you here! S-sorry for t-the inc-"

Vader dismissed her questions with a dismissive hand wave.

"I Care little for your fake apologies, where is the council reuniting?"

She stuttered a lot in fear, and pointed to the corridor on the left, and the hurried and messy words Vader managed to decipher that they were meeting in the second room on the right.

Not wanting to waste any more time with that woman, he walked towards the room, passing through a huge corridor, from afar, the group's debates could be easily overheard.

"He doesn't care about how difficult it could be! He wants only results!"

Another voice, then answered, his irritation very apparent.

"Entering the Griffin territory's is a suicide mission liking or not! I will not risk the lives of the few good agents we have for the possible chance of a future and an improbable alliance with them!"

The other voice quickly dismissed the argument of his colleague.

"If we have to sacrifice some of them for the chance of destabilizing Equestria, it is a risk that we must take."

Now the next voice sounded furious, and sounds of of chairs being dragged could be heard.

"And what why would they do it? we are not yet a recognized power, and have you forgotten the succession crisis? They are too busy killing themselves than caring about outside problems, everyone is taking advantage of it."

A third voice entered the discussion.

"And why are we trying to get into this mess? We so soon have soldiers trained enough to patrol and protect the forest we use as a shield and refuge, if we try to get into foreign policy, it is an invitation to be discovered! We would be massacred!"

"I Disagree."

Everyone looked at the newly opened door, revealing Darth Vader, who slowly entered and gave space for the guards in the corners to close the door for him.

All of them got up from their places and all would bow for the dark lord in respect.

Slowly he walked to the bottom of the table towards his place, 4 people were in that room, three men and a single women.

Two of the men looked like elders, close to their 70s, even though they had apparently healthy bodies.

The other was apparent in his 40s, a huge scar on his right eye, as if a huge claw had cut his face.

The only female member at the table was in her likely 30's, she was blond and was very muscular.

Each of those people in that group were powerful representatives in the village and were very important to Vader's future plans.

"My lord.... We didn't expect you here...."

Vader nodded in confirmation as he slowly sat down in his specific chair at the end of the table, while everyone returned to their seats.

"My travel was fruitful Stalker, two more 'accidents' happened today in the near villages, and more 150 slaves were liberated, congratulations, your spies were accurate with the information given to me."

The man with the scar codenamed 'Stalker' slowly bowed with a smile.

"I aim to please my lord."

Slowly he would look at the women at the table.

"Guardian, Report."

The women bowed, she, the codenamed 'Guardian' would explain to him.

"I Have good news my lord, i have at least 500 new soldiers trained and geared up, they all show promise, even if the weapons are of dubious quality and our armor is not very resistant, they are capable of doing damage."

Vader would nod.

"We are not capable of producing our own equipment for now, so the captured ones will have to do."

He slowly looked at the older two.

"Elder, how is the situation in the Village while i was gone?"

The bearded old man, and his most trusted advisor bowed.

"My lord, recent harvests have proven to be very fruitful, we have food stocks for the next few months and the next one promises to be even better, we hope that the population will grow a lot due to these factors."

He  hesitated a little before continuing.

"We had some accidents in recent hunts when they accidentally were shot by the nearest town garrison, and some..... died.... i am very sorry....."

Vader was silent, staring at the old man, who had looked at the table and closed his eyes in shame, waiting for his master's probable punishment.

The Sith lord, then broke the silence.

"Restrict hunting to only the most experienced and strongest and in shorter areas, send them to hunt only prey of medium and small size that travel alone to prevent encounters with large groups of likely other pony's and stop further casualties."

The old man looked surprised for a second, but nodded in understanding, Vader continued.

"Has anyone been orphaned by the incident?"

The Old Man and many others didn't hide their surprised expressions at Vader's unusual question, but he quickly pulled himself together.

"Yes, my lord.... an boy, 13 years old...."

Vader hesitated for a few moments, leaving a strange atmosphere, while everyone at the table looked at each other, not understanding why the cold and calculating god it was Darth Vader really cared about such a trivial matter.

"Put him under the tutelage of your best's Guardian, the loss will make him a more dedicated and fervent warrior, notify me of his progress in that period of time."

He then turned his attention to the scarred men.

"Stalker, send your agents to the 'accident' make sure that the authorities maintain a blind eye for any suspicions of our involvement and that they gain any ideas of checking this region."

He bowed in confirmation.

"Yes, my lord."

He then turned to the last of the council who was silent all this time, the second old man.

"Keeper, report."

He did the same as his companions and would bow.

"My lord, the indoctrination in the young ones is going really smoothly, the traumas that many have suffered from their past masters have made your teachings much easier, and your acceptance in society very simple."

He nodded his head in confirmation, and slowly analyzed everyone in silence for a few moments, thinking and rationalizing his next steps, he then slowly got up, and placed his hands on the table in what stood in the center of the county that contained the map of the world.

"As I entered this room, you were arguing about something, regarding the civil war in the Griffin Empire, I disagreed, for the simple fact that I don't care what happens to them."

He slowly held on to his belt, and walk around the table, past the council members, who were watching them with curiosity.

"But the main reason is simple, it gives us a wide and rich opportunity."

He explained as he slowly picked up a silver dagger from the wooden table and inspected it, while the rest of the county looked at each other, satiating Vader's enigma, and then, the Elder asked.

"Which is, my lord?"

Vader slowly run his hand over the Crystal Empire map while explaining.

"Everyone is busy trying to unravel the simple question of who will succeed the throne, everyone is shoving resources and men for each one to support the house that is more friendly or cooperative with them, Equestria is one of those powers, they will obviously ask for support from their vassals and puppets for the war effort, leaving them vulnerable."

He then stop, and passed his gaze on to the others before continuing.

"And thats when, we will STRIKE."

With a swift and agile movement, he would penetrate the dagger into the heart of the crystal empire, making everyone jump with fright at the sudden movement.

"They are going to underestimate us, downgrade us, and that's, our advantage."

He spoke while clasping his hands on his back under the cloak and lifting himself further.

"Their arrogance will be their downfall."
> The Dark Angel
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Darth Vader, Lord Sith, Apprentice of one of the most powerful Sith who ever lived, the emperor's right hand and supreme commander of the imperial forces, was suffering to bathe.

It was humiliating to know that the most he has suffered since his arrival on this planet was not the wound of some huge confrontation, it was not due to the dispute over territory and not solidifying himself in power....

It was the simple need to clean himself up.

He wasn't going to lie, it hurt, but it was necessary.

This personal moment was horrible in many ways, without a bowl of bacta to supply the pain and clean it up, it became manual work.

And doing so only reminded him of past burns and how sensitive his skin had become.

Each touch felt like that area of ​​skin was on fire, and with each pour of water, it was as if something was trying to rip the skin off him.

Even so, he did this daily, to maintain a form of hygiene under his armor, it was necessary for him to go through all this pain.

And without his support equipment where he could remove his armor easily, he had to use force to its maximum capacity to keep him alive in that short period of time when he had to keep himself out of his armor.

Those few moments were when Darth Vader not only washed himself, but reflected, too.

For every moment in pain, it was a memory he remembered, every scar he wiped, it was yet another memory of past defeats and failures.

Every moment he spent suffering, it was every moment when his spark of hatred was reignited.

Like it or not, it was a source of power, a daily reminder of the past things he had suffered, and the mistakes that led him to where he is now.

The maintenance of his armor was not as bad as he would expect it to be, cleaning it was simple even if it was laborious.

He was already teaching some of the blacksmiths how to design his armor and he already asked for spare parts of his armor, but he had a problem, his electronic parts, like the life support and his breathing mask.

Vader after a long time reflecting on this, decided that he would solve this problem himself, he had several occasions where he had to rebuild his equipment himself.

It was neither difficult nor impossible, with the right tools and materials, he could do it.

Slowly he rose from his seated position by the river, and slowly put his equipment in position again in his armor with the aid of force.

His Armor, as when he slowly bathed, brought him enormous discomfort and pain, but it was one of the things that kept him alive.

Vader was not stupid, his master designed this armor, all the weaknesses he had in this armor were made only to test him to the limits, leaving him frustrated most of the time by how the bastard of his master just wanted to make him suffer.

Slowly he walked into the forest in the darkness, slowly approaching a source of orange light that reflected off the surrounding trees and shrubs.

By pushing another bush in front of him, he could come across a small camp, two humans flanking a fire while roasting meat.

Both almost instantly took note the dark lord and looked in his direction, both were clearly male figures, but both were hooded, not showing their faces.

"You took more time than expected my lord."

Vader just nodded his head as he slowly sat down with them both at the fire.

"The river was more difficult to utilize than i expected."

Both agreed with a nod.

"Who would ever thought? A warrior god defeated by a body of water."

The other at the fire would just snicker with his mate's comment, and the lord would just nod his head from side to side and negatively with the stupid joke.

"You can't say anything Dagger 5, in our last operation your performance against a child was  the most disappointing thing i ever had the misfortune to witness"

The other agent on the side of the fire would just burst out laughing while 'Dagger 5' would just look on the side fuming with embarrassment.

"That little bastard got lucky."

His Mate would just looked at him with a mock expression under his hood.

"Dagger 5, that kid who had no training managed to trick you three times before you were unsuccessful in ANOTHER attempt in capturing him, seriously, I would be pissed at you if it wasn't the funniest shit in my life."

Dagger 5' just looked at his partner in anger while he would be laughing at the misfortune of his friend

"How the hell would I know Dagger 7??! The kid had fucking wings on his ass! By that time he had ran out of food! I thought it was easy pray! I didn't expect him to have the strength or less the ability to run that much!"

Dagger 7 tried to control his laughter while continuing to tease his mate.

"Admit it man, you were bested by a 7 year old."

Both continued teasing and insulting one another as if the presence of that sinister Sith was nonexistent, and it was easily noticeable how both were relaxed in sentiments and postures, Vader slowly smiled under his mask.

Since the early days of his missions in hostile territory, he recognized the talent of both, despite his very informal attitudes towards his supposed 'god', Vader did not care.

It was almost like a relief to be treated like a normal human being, and not like a deity, he missed the pranks and jokes he had with his soldiers and apprentice in clone wars.

And these two were very reminiscent of Clones that he had already served and earned his respect.

So much time working, sleeping while one takes care of the other's back, and eating together made them get used to the presence and tactics of the Sith lord

Vader ate on a specific and difficult diet because of his armor and was always alone when doing it, but even so, it was pleasant to be with them both on their eating time.

That's why he always appointed them to work with him, even if he didn't show it, Vader had a certain admiration for their companionship.

He wouldn't lie, being with them brought good memories with their laughter and ridiculous jokes, it made him at ease after so many years.

They were discussing the parameters of the future mission they had ahead after the bickering of the two agents, they stood by the fire while both of them ate, when suddenly, they heard something.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!


It was low, since it was obvious that it had been issued from far away, everyone stood up in full alert.

Everyone already knew what the noise was.

A scream.

But what the agents couldn't feel, Vader did.

Huge despair, pain and fear.

Whoever had screamed was in a possible attack.

Darth Vader slowly looked at the agents.

"Stay Here, i will investigate the screams, stay alert."

Both without question or hesitation nodded in confirmation.

One of them went quickly to a bag, and took a small dagger, and threw it to his companion, who skillfully took the sword in the air and kept an eye on the surroundings, while he took a dagger for himself and did the same.

They both trusted the Lord, and after months of working with him, they already knew that their boss could take care of himself.

On instinct, and training, they both started to make a perimeter, while Darth Vader ran quickly using force to increase his speed, heading towards where he felt the enormous source of negative feelings.





He ran.

Tears streamed down his scaly face, mixing with the dirt and blood.

It hurt, it hurt a lot, the arrow wound in his belly hadn't hit any vital organs, but it didn't stop the pain, it didn't calm him.

They were coming, and he knew he wouldn't be able to run as fast as they did, but he continued, if he wanted to have any chance of surviving, he would have to try.

He still wondered why they continued to hunt him down??

Just because he was different??

He just wanted everyone's to be safe, he wanted to show good, and yet, they treated him like a monster, like a complete outsider.

And now they saw him as a threat, he never did anything wrong! He didn't want that! He didn't want any of that!

Then a huge sensation of pain could be felt in his back, with a scream he fell hard scraping himself on the dirt floor.

Slowly he tried to force himself to get up, but that only brought that feeling of enormous pain in his back, totally losing his strength in his arms and falling from the cane to the dirt floor.

He could do nothing, he no longer had the strength to continue, he had no more hopes and no more willpower.

He just stood there, with his face rubbed in the dirt and his shell completely pierced with the attackers' arrow.

Behind him, he could hear the light laughter and voices of his pursuers.

"Well well well, this is the end of the line Thorax, dawn traitor."

He slowly and in pain, tried to look back, only to feel an enormous spark of pain in his back, making him groan heavily, having no more strength to scream.

Feeling his attacker stepping his hoof on his back shell, it felt like his skin was being torn apart, humiliating Throax even more.

"After fleeing for so long, one hour you would fall, did you think you could escape the clutches of the queen?"

Tears streamed further as he gritted his teeth, trying to resist the pain with all his might.

Slowly the attacker would duck, and pull the head of Thorax up, holding him by the neck, and approaching his head from behind, he would face Thorax from the side, smiling victoriously and maliciously.

"I will not lie, your effeminate body would make you an excellent instrument of much pleasure..."

He teased Thorax from behind, licking the side of his face like a predator toying with his prey, while laughter could be heard from behind.

The humiliation that Thorax felt was monumental, he was totally defeated, unable to do anything, being threatened with rape for the pleasure of his attackers, and totally hurt and without hope.

He then threw him on the ground, his chest and head on the floor hurted even more, while the other stood up and laughed, drawing a sword.

"But alas, the queen is tired of waiting your end, and i don't want to waste the chance of finally end your insufferable existence."

Crying, sobbing, he waited for his end, while his attacker and former brother, prepared to deliver a final blow.

Then something happened, something quick, unexpected and terrifying.

BZZT

A huge red light appeared in the darkness, and out of nowhere, the attacker's arm was completely cut.

The Striker screamed, losing his balance as he looked at the place where his arm had previously remained, green blood gushing as he fell on his back on the ground.

All the companions looked in horror at the attacker, who could be seen because of his bright red sword.

The reflection was terrifying, a black armor with a skull helmet, his gaze completely devoted to life, a demon had come to seek their souls.

And his breath.....

Khuuur Phuuur

They were doomed.....

Thorax did not know what was happening, the red light reflected a huge figure, but without being able to lift his head, it was impossible to know what the creature was like.

But the screams he heard, the screams of dread, fear, and the noise of the mysterious and luminous object cutting and supposedly killing everyone.

He just kept his eyes closed while the massacre unfolded, just waiting for his turn to be put out of his misery.

After a while, the noises of grunts and screams stopped, and the red light suddenly disappeared.

However, he heard noises of footsteps across the soil, and they slowly increased as he approached him.

Again, a huge sensation of pain in the back, in the same place where the arrow remained impaled.

And then soon after, and suddenly, the insufferable pain was...

Gone.....

Slowly, he felt a sensation of arms passing under him, and slowly, he was lifted, being placed snugly in someone's arms and being carried in bridal style.

Slowly he had the courage and strength to open his eyes and look at his supposed savior.

The darkness was enormous, he could see nothing, however, he could feel and hear the footsteps of the person who carried him, and his loud and intimidating breathing....

Gathering his last strength he tried to thank whoever that person was.

"T-t-thank y-you."

Without having any more strength, he passed out in the middle of his words in the arms of whoever his saviour was, being taken to the total unknown.
> Heat Season??!
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Vader did not know how to resolve such a simple situation, and it frustrated him to a degree difficult to explain.

He has already fought and survived in endless deserts, gigantic and dangerous forests, with monsters that could easily rival a tank, hostile waters and in complete war zones.

But in that situation, he had never been exposed in both the lives of the Jedi and Sith, and it was something he was having a monumental difficulty in restraining from killing anyone.

When he ascended to the right hand position of the emperor, and his 'Yes-man', he had already received countless attempts at compromises for his career.

Ambitious officers who wanted to use their female bodies to attract his attention and possibly a better position, slaves trying to please him at the behest of their owners, whores who simply wanted his money.

However, this situation was completely unexpected.

"What do you mean by 'Festival of love because of the heating season'?"

He repeated the information given to him to his adviser, the elder only gave a little chuckle with Vader's confused reaction.

"It is understandable you are confused on this matter, my lord, let me explain; Humans before the great war had no restrictions in periods of... 'Heat', they could do the 'act' whenever they pleased.
However, when we were defeated and enslaved by the Equestrians, they forced us to follow a pattern of when we could or could not try to have children, to be able to control the population and to be able to 'breed' stronger humans by selecting suitable male and female 'candidates' as the owners pleased.
The most common period they used is after winter, and after so many decades so.... Practically, we got used to it...."

After a short period Vader was silent, unable to believe what he was hearing, that was wrong in all possible ways for a sentient people! They practically treated them like cattle to be able to 'produce' better slaves!

It was official, he would make the leader’s death slow as possibly the force would allow him, he would torture him, shatter him, he would destroy and rebuild him slowly, each limb, each eye, each finger, and make him feel every moment of it, from when the limbs were removed and when incinerated, he would make him feel every cut, every-

"M-my Lord! P-please calm down!"

He slowly came out of his trance, not noticing all the furniture in the room floating in his silent rage, controlling his feelings, he would slowly put the furniture in place, while turning his attention to the Elder.

"My apologies Elder, I got lost when.... You informed me that you- our people, were treated in such a way, it is disgusting, everyday i learn something worse of this slavers, and day by day, my hate grows, and i promise you, they will pay for everything they have done for our people."

Elder smiled sadly and slowly nodded in confirmation.

"Your hate is totally justifiable my lord, we have suffered a lot by their hands, however, i see a bright future with your guiding hand, and together we will free the entire human race!"

A small smile threatened to come out from under Vader's mask, and slowly, he started walking with the old man down the corridor of the huge wooden building.

"Returning to the problem at hand, I promise you, my lord, that is just this month we will have to halt much of our activities, the festival is mostly to satisfy the 'hunger' of the young women in this time."

He said with a chuckle.

"The main problem is, we will have to give up much of our manpower in this.... 'season', as the women will have to stay back to take care of their sons while they carry them in their bellies and after they are born."

Vader had been silent while the Elder explained, he knew problems would occur, but a problem for horny females...? Was not one of them, he would then leave his thoughts and turn his attention to the Elder.

"If a woman goes through this, 'heat season' will she have another one in the following year, or is it something that happens only once in their lifetime?"

The Elder looked at Vader with a raised eyebrow, however, he would quickly recompose himself.

"Only once when they reach 19 years, as one woman in average has at least 5 children, while they can have many more, most die in childbirth."

He then nodded his head as he continued walking towards the door that would be the exit from the building they were in.

"When this 'Heat season' starts?"

The elder held his chin in thought and after a couple of seconds he would look at Vader.

"Tomorrow."

Great, just great, the day he planned to go on an expedition to the capital of the crystal empire.

He didn't believe he had to postpone his plans because his followers wanted to get laid.

He let a sigh escape his lips as he walked with the Elder through the center of the village, having already left the building during the conversation.

Vader had his plans circumvented once by a perverted officer once, but unlike the moment he was going through now, he had executed the officer and put a more competent one in place.

He could not execute all his followers simply for something as simple like this, even though their duty was mainly to serve him, they had their carnal desires and reasons for loving and forming a family....

He slowly looked at the floor and sighed to himself quietly.

As he with Padme....

"Something wrong my lord?"

He slowly looked at the Elder.

"You are dismissed Elder, report me back when the preparations of the festival are done."

He quickly bowed.

"As you decree my lord."

Slowly, Vader started to walk again in the direction of his chambers, he had left his 'visitor' he had rescued some days prior on his bed as he didn't require sleep, as much as his energy was recovered in his meditations, he wanted some answers, as his 'visitor' probably was already recovered at that point.

"My lord, will you participate of the Love Festival tomorrow?"

He immediately stopped.

"I Have lost the way to love for a long time Elder."

He responded without turning back, and without saying any other word, he kept on walking towards his destination.





Slowly he opened his eyes and moan a little, scratching one eye a little to help him wake up a little more.

Uuuugh.... My head.....

Slowly he would remember what happened before he passed out, the pain, the persecution, the humiliation ...

And....

His salvation.....

W-wait.... Where am i....?

He slowly looked around, he was in a room....

One beautiful and black room, in its decorations he could see luxurious they were and..... 

Weapons....?

Yes, several swords hung on a wall, each different from the other.

He couldn't be an expert, but he could recognize some of them, they were from... Royal Guards...?

Oh no....

He was captured by ponies!

What could he do??? He knew what happened to Changelings in Equestrian soil.....

Execution....

He was not one of the followers of Chrysalis, however, Equestrians did not know how to differentiate changelings, confusing them as all the same.

He in an act of desperation, quickly tried to get up from the bed where he was located.

It was very comfortable and luxurious, but he wouldn't fall for it, they should be making him comfortable to get his confidence, get information, and then kill him! He wouldn't let that happen!

But immediately after putting a foot on the ground, he collapsed, the pain was immense, and slowly he looked at his body.

He wore only a small fabric between his legs, which could be considered as a pair of pants to cover his 'masculinity', he slowly passed his eyes over his belly and chest, they had many dressings soiled with green blood.

Luckily it was not in any vital organ or vein.

He slowly tried to get up, only to tremble in pain and fall back, with great difficulty, he crawled to one of the windows.

With a monumental effort, he managed to open it, only to see one of the least expected scenes for him.

Humans, humans everywhere, building, working, exchanging, laughing, and talking.

Yes, he expected humans since Equestria was an anthill of slaves, however, so many? And where are the Ponies? why are they so clean and well-dressed?

Then it hit him.

He was not in the pony-controlled territory, but a human one.

He couldn't believe it, how was that possible? Humanity had been completely overwhelmed by the fall of the Hubian Kingdom.

Were they fugitive slaves who came together and formed a new society? Remains of the kingdom? A human empire never found...?

With so many questions and no answer, he could just look in awe through the streets of this unknown city, not noticing steps coming down the halls near his room.

Only when the doorknob was pulled up and the door opened did he notice that someone was entering, quickly looking, was he surprised again.

A huge figure that could easily reach two meters, with black armor that reached from head to toe, and a helmet that completely covered his face.

He was terrified, obviously with such a big figure, he could easily overcome him in strength and hurt him. With the chances of him defending himself decreased dramatically.

However, he remembered something.

Khuuur Phuur


That breath!

He remembered!

That giant... was he that saved him...?

However, he didn't have time to think anymore, when the figure entered the room and slowly walked towards him, still scared to death, he lost his balance and fell on his ass on the floor.

Looking at the figure that towered over him, he closed his eyes, turned his head to the side and covered his head in terror.

"Please don't hurt me!"

The Figure seemed to stop at the Changeling's despair, and he looked to the side, almost as if he were uncomfortable, and slowly returned to look at him.

"Do not worry little one, I am not gonna hurt you."

His dark, deep voice did not help calm the changeling, but he found the courage to open one eye and slowly look at the figure and was surprised when he found a hand extended to him, he looked at the hand and returned the black figure, slowly taking his hands off his head.

Slowly and timidly he reached out and place it on top of the Dark Lord's, and be helped to his feet.

At that time, a bond was created, and even though Vader considers him to be just a pawn for his plans, the more time he spends with that insect creature, the more he would question himself.
> The Duel of the Betrayed
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Slowly he walked along a path cut by snow in the forest, beside him, his two agents flanked and escorted him, both wore great white cloaks that camouflaged them on the snow and hid their appearances completely while being followed by Thorax.

"My Lord, i understand the reason for you to leave the village on the festival day... But where are we going?"

He stayed walking quietly for some moments, before replying  without looking back.

"We are marching to the cave were all begun, i-....."

There was a quick hesitation on his part before continuing

"I need time to think."

The Agent nodded his head while accompanying him in silence.

They kept walking in hurried steps as they climbed the small hill.

Their insectoid Companion was huddled, hugging himself with his hands squeezing and rubbing his arms to keep warm.

Vader could see how useful that insect was. He first when he saved it from his pursuers, he was hoping he could use it as a political item or a way to gain the trust of some of his species' tribes.

However, after he saved him and noticed the conversations they had. He immediately noticed that he was wrong, even so he intervened. Mostly because he was already there, and the Dark Lord had little tolerance for abuse of any kind, so it was more personal than he showed.

And after the newly named 'Thorax' recovered, he noticed how sensitive the insectoid alien really was, timid, nervous and worst of all, he was extremely unprepared for absolutely everything.

Combat? Didn't he have an ounce of experience, Politics? He was very ignorant of his surroundings, the only thing that really impressed him was his ability to imitate exceptionally anyone he came in contact with.

Dagger 7, one of Vader's most skilled and experienced agents, managed to be completely fooled when Thorax took the form of the Sith, making him very ashamed and giving Dagger 5 good laughs.

But that caught the attention of Darth Vader, for the simple fact of the most improbable possibilities that opened up because of that. A spy who could infiltrate with anyone's appearance, imitate anyone's voice, imitate an accent, was an impressive power in his hands.

And it was right there in front of him, but he could see that he had no high confidence, professionalism or experience, he would have to change that.

That is one of the reasons he was bringing them to the mountain.

He would make Dagger 5 and 7 teach Thorax the art of espionage, self-defense, and of course, total loyalty to him.

Loyalty would build over time, and if he proved to be just a burden for him, he would be dismissed as any other military man who dared to challenge or disappoint the Dark Lord.

However, with his abilities, that was unacceptable.

They walked for a few hours up the mountain, Vader retook his steps on the path he took to found 'Liberty', which he finally reached at the entrance to the cave. The same cave he had used as a refuge with the newly freed slaves, and the same cave in which he taught those slaves the Sith code.

Vader, felt a strange presence, she was powerful and abundant.

He did not expect this, he had already spent weeks in the same cave, meditated, and trained in it, he would have already felt that presence.

The Presence should be very powerful to be able to suppress itself like this in the Force.

He then looked at his companions, who were confused as to why their leader's sudden pause at the cave entrance.

"Dagger 5 and 7, stay here and make camp, Thorax, help them with anything they need."

Dagger 5 and 7 looked at each other confused while Thorax nodded immediately moving to help them unpack their things.

"My lord.... Forgive me for my insolence.... But why are we not going to take shelter in the cave..? I mean... It would be eas-"

"No"

Dagger 5 was taken back by Vader's firm voice, who interrupted without taking his eyes off the cave entrance.

"There is something i must do.... Alone."

He said as he slowly looked at his subordinate, who just bowed in confirmation, and immediately went towards his companions taking off their backpacks and getting ready for the makeshift camp.

Vader kept looking at the cave entrance, the force was present at a level that he could only remember when he was present at the Jedi temple which was abundant with beings who had mastered the force.

This was escalating a conflict within himself, how was it possible? One hour the cave was empty where nothing existed inside and nothing came out, and now as if it had arisen from the air, a strong presence had been awakened, as if calling to him, as if asking him to seek it....

Just how he felt before he arrived on this planet....

"You are feeling too....?"

Vader looked to the side, seeing Thorax also watching the entrance to the cave, which would then bring his gaze to the Sith, and immediately look to the side with nervousness.

"Yes...."

He slowly looked back at the cave, seeing his companion's reaction.

"How do you feel it?"

The changeling was surprised by his master's question, and rubbing his hands together in nervousness he would answer.

"Changelings can feel emotions.... Especially love..... But that does not mean that we cannot feel other feelings...."

Vader slowly nodded in confirmation, that insect increasingly surprised him with his abilities. But what truly peaked his interest was the fact that someone, or something was inside of the cave to manage to have sentiments and the power of the force.

"What do you feel?"

The Insect remained silent, while it seemed to concentrate, trembling and hugging itself.

"I Fell.... Despair..... Fear....Anger...."

Vader dismissed Thorax, what he felt, seemed to be overwhelming him, he silently and slowly came out of his trance and walk into the cave, seeking that power and source of abundant feelings that were found in that cave.





He walked slowly, his steps dispersed the puddles of water that were in that deep cave, the only sounds he could hear were the drops of water droplets that dripped in that humid environment. As he expected, something was very different, the closer he got, the more he was overwhelmed by the feelings and the pressure of the force, if he hadn’t been a master at it, he could have gone crazy.

The more he went deeper into the cave, the more he was surprised, it seemed to have changed, since there was a path more than the straight line that took him to the end of that rocky hole.

This caught the attention of the dark lord, who followed the newfound path, not noticing a hooded presence watching him from a distance, slowly returning to the darkness. Vader, the more he got deeper into this new path, he realized how the scene changed, from the rocks of completely random pattern, it changed to a straight path, a straight stone road.

This was obviously not natural, it was done artificially, someone built it.

Slowly he walked this path, noticing many torches appearing and illuminating his path, which led him to a door, a very ancient door, in it, many writings and drawings completely strange to Vader, but what most caught his attention were the two statues that flanked the door, almost as if they were guardians.

Vader recognized this species, Rakatans, from the Infinite Empire, ancient creatures from a long forgotten era of galaxy, older than the republic itself, older than the Sith's and the Jedi.

This intrigued the dark lord, even more, ruins of a forgotten species could hold enormous riches, powerful holocrons or armaments still completely unknown until recent years.

He slowly ran his hand through the door and with a push, tried to open it, it didn't even flinched.

He tried again, and again, the same result, this gate was not meant to be opened in a common way. Slowly, he moved away from the door, taking a few steps back and gaining space between them.

Putting his hands together, as if he was holding a ball, he slowly combined his power with the force and began to prepare a powerful force push.

Extending his hands backwards, still holding them together, a huge transparent ball began to emerge, his traces coming from all corners of the cave, he started to shine and sparkle.

Vader was gathering so much power that it could be seen with the naked eye for even non-force sensitives.

Then, throwing his hands forward, that big sphere of force was thrown at full power at the gate, leaving a huge transparent trail where he passed, making the whole cave tremble with his pressure alone.

Upon contact with the gate, it was completely shattered. Its doors fell to the floor, and the middle between them could be noticed a huge dent.

Vader slowly walked across the now open passage.

The scene he found himself in was completely surprising to Vader.

He was in a huge hall that was falling apart, two huge pillars with ancient writings flanked a huge statue with a huge banner behind it, it was surrounded by even older and rusty weapons, probably impossible to be rebuilt.

However, it was not this incredible discovery that completely shocked Vader, but who was on that statue.

He was a cloaked and hooded figure looking down, and his iconic mask was a symbol of fear and respect in every corner of the galaxy.

It was Darth Revan's mask.

He could just look in shock at the statue, his head spinning as he tried to find answers and just being answered with more questions. How was that possible? How was the statue of the legendary Lord Sith Revan on that planet? How were the Rakatans present too? 

Both were from two completely different historical periods! 

And how had he not discovered this before??

"You didn't discover this before Chosen One, because it was not yet the right time to be discovered. "

That deep, thick, muffled voice completely surprised Vader, who looked around for the source of the voice, until his gaze stopped on the statue again.

His eyes shone with a purple light, sparkling suddenly from the pillars, lightning began to be summoned overhead, falling around Vader, who in response used the force to gain space between him and the statue, which was releasing a lot of power.

The Cave trembled while that light show was being performed in front of Vader, who did everything he could to avoid being hit.

Then suddenly, after a few seconds, the lightning stopped.

But the shaking continued, and both pillars began to shine again, with a completely different fervor, sparks and rays circling them.

And then, with a much more powerful lightning than before, they shot straight at Revan's statue, which with a giant shine, forced Vader to put his arm in front of his visors to not be blinded.

Slowly, then, the brightness faded, along with all the shaking in the cave.

Vader slowly lowered his arm from his face, and his eyes widened even further under the mask when he saw a hooded figure kneeling in front of the statue facing Vader.

There was a light smoking steam coming out of him and he was on top of a black crater.

Slowly he stood up and faced Vader, revealing a legendary figure that shocked Lord Sith even more.

"Revan??"

He couldn't believe it, almost stammering when he said those words, but still managed to maintain his posture.

"Finally, our millennial prophesied meeting came at last, Darth Vader."

Vader couldn't believe what he saw, standing head to head, he could see Revan in person, with his powerful armor and feared mask.

Since he was a Padawan he had studied this fearsome figure, the Jedi Master who became a Lord of the Sith and then one with the force, the man who became a complete mystery, who defeated complete armies and had a military campaign with an unbeatable record for generations.

The Chosen One of the old republic, was face to face with him.

"From Jedi to Sith, from Hero to conqueror, and from pacifist to warlord, all for peace, or for selfish reasons?

They circled each other, Revan ended up with a chuckle under his mask.

"Incredibly, you remind me of myself, abandoned by my allies, consumed by darkness, used by the Sith Emperor as a tool."

They then stopped in the center of the room, each on one side of Revan's huge statue.

Vader remained silent and attentive while Revan continued.

"But I feel that you are not a being of pure darkness.... No.... You are not a true Sith...."

He gave a light chuckle.

"You are something more, Every action you take has a touch of light, in every attack there is part Jedi art, in every fight... Regret..."

He paused while he seemed to be in deep thought before continuing.

"However, you are no Jedi.... No.... You are something more, something different...."

He then took a few more steps forward, standing side by side with Vader, shoulder to shoulder, each on one side, while he continued.

"You are just like me."

Both were silent, Vader slowly sated Revan's words, trying to understand the meaning of this, and why the legendary Lord Sith would be saying these things to him.

"Still, you are not truly TESTED!"

In a quick move, using force to pull out his legendary purple lightsaber, he gave a quick slash to his side, directing a powerful blow to Vader, who did the same move and intercepted his lightsaber.

Both lightsabers collided, and both masters of the dark side faced each other, their grips on their firm sabers.

"You are neither a Jedi nor a Sith, you are neither light nor darkness, in the end Vader you are NOTHING!"

Revan then broke the stalemate with a powerful kick, knocking Vader back, and then they both started exchanging slashes, both forcing on the offensive, attacking in retaliation and deflecting attacks.

Vader used his brute strength to try to find an opening in Revan's defenses, but even if he attacked with a powerful cut to another, Revan could easily deflect or deflect the attack and initiate a counterattack with the same level of brutality.

Neither managed to win an upper hand, both warriors had years of experience in combat, both had battled countless wars, and both had extreme knowledge in the arts of lightsaber wielding, a battle in which the winner could be decided just by luck or in the error of either.

Vader broke the stalemate, then using force and knocking several stalactites from the ceiling at Revan, who in response jumped up and B-twisted the air, completely dodging all the sharp objects that fell.

Upon falling to his knees on the floor, Revan would then throw a powerful wave of lightning through his fingers at Vader, who would defend himself by directing the entire lightning to the side with his lightsaber.

Both then charged at each other and would clash again with their lightsabers.

Both then returned to their synchronized dance with their lightsabers, both hitting and deflecting from side to side with their weapons, each trying to gain the advantage on the other, each testing the senses of the other.

And none gaining an advantage.

Then, with his free hand, Vader would launch a powerful wave with force at Revan, throwing him away.

Revan then being thrown away, would fall to his feet, dragging a few meters, being caught completely off guard.

Having no time to think, he managed to feel at the last second, Vader jumping and using the force to gain an impulse, falling towards him, preparing to deliver a powerful blow from above with his lightsaber.

Revan then managed to intercept Vader at the last second, but now Vader went on the offensive, leaving no room for Revan to recover, making quick and accurate strikes.

Revan was impressively being pushed back by the ferocity of Vader's attacks, losing ground with each attack, he had to deflect, not gaining much room for retaliation.

"Congratulations Darth Vader, you surprised me, how is the feeling of striking an ancient lord of the Sith?"

Vader then, already stressed from all the games that Revan was playing with him, shouted at the statue.

"That's enough Revan!! What do you want with me??"

A silence reigned after that, then Revan's ghostly voice answered.

"I wanted to test you chosen one, test you to see if you were truly capable, to see your fighting style, and as i could see, you passed."

Vader was surprised for a moment, but he recovered quickly.

"Test?? Test me for what??"

"Test if you are worthy of being reborn."

He was silent for a while, what did he mean by that? Reborn?

"Reborn...? Why would i-?"

He had been interrupted by a huge electric blast hitting him hard, he would then groan loudly in pain, as he received the huge blast of lightning coming out of the pillars on the sides of Revan's statue.

He slowly fell to his knees, while the rejects did not cease, completely circling his body.

One of his biggest weaknesses was that, lightning, one of the weaknesses designed by Sidious to make him completely vulnerable to his own master, as a way of getting ready to have him in his hands.

He grunted more and more in pain, while the blast of power continued to be thrown at him, when suddenly, with a glow in the eyes of the statue, a final blast of power flew towards Vader, consuming him completely, making him fall on the floor completely unconscious.
> Consequences of a Past Life
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Slowly he groaned, placing a hand on his stomach as he slowly stood up.

Whatever Revan threw at him had hit him very hard and managed to fry his circuits.

They would restart as usual, but it was still an additional irritation to himself

"YOU WERE THE CHOSEN ONE!"

Obi-Wan shouted at him, preparing to hit him with his Lightsaber, with an expresion of anger towards him

"Anakin! No! Please!"

Padme screamed as she held her neck in despair, crying marks on her face running down on her cheeks.

"The fear of loss is a pathway to the Dark Side"

He listened to the deep voice of his former master Yoda as he found himself decapitating a Jedi.

He kept looking at his open hand where the new lightsaber rested, looking at his newly acquired lightsaber, and would squeeze it tightly.

"YOU WERE MY BROTHER ANAKIN!"

He slowly raised his gaze to his front.

He was on the edge of a precipice, and the scene he saw below, could not be described with simple words, it was magnificent.

The group of birds flying overhead, the countless trees stretching for miles, and the noise of nature.

He admired the scene in front of him if it weren't for the memories that flashed in his mind, he didn't understand, he did remember them daily.

But not at that level, not at that amount.

Why? Why was everything coming back to haunt him at that level?

He put his hands on his head, in a futile attempt to get rid of all the shouting in his mind, all of his old friends and family to returning to his memories.

He wanted to scream, he just wanted it all to stop, all the pressure that force and the memories were putting on his mind, that monumental physical and spiritual pain.

"It hurts, doesn't it?"

Vader struggling to look to the side, slowly letting go and lowering his hands from his helmet.

It was him.

Revan was sitting beside him in a relaxed pose on the edge of the precipice, looking at the same scene that Vader had found himself in.

"Why...?"

Slowly The Supreme Lord of the Sith's would look at Vader, who had asked him without realizing it, in a tone of suffering.

"Why are you doing this to me?"

Revan seemed to be amused by the question, and he slowly turned his visor to meet with Vader's.

"Me? I'm not doing anything Vader"

It made him extremely confused to hear that, flinching in surprise.

"What...?"

The ancient Lord  returned his gaze to the wonderful landscape in front of him while chuckling lightly

"When I said that you would be 'reborn', I did it, to help you. "

Vader was shocked by this, he would slowly look at his open hands, while all the memories continued to bombard his mind.

"All this pain, all this doom running through my mind, is it just for me to regret?"

A silence would follow after Vader's question, each focusing on something, even if Revan was not easy to know, he was reflecting on something.

He then broke the silence, never taking his eyes off the landscape.

"I gave you a chance Vader, a chance to get rid of all those nightmares that I feel are plaguing you."

He then risen from his seated position and look at Revan, shock in his facial expression being hidden by his helmet.

"What do you mean....?"

Revan raised a hand for Vader to stop, which he was curious about.

"I didn't do it for pity, nor empathy."

He said as he slowly lowered his gaze

"You can say that I did... Because of your own merit, that impressed me...."

He seemed hesitant in his sentences.

"But the truth is.... I don't know."

Vader was becoming more and more shocked by every sentence that comes out of the old man, but he didn't stop there.

"We are beings that are driven by passion, Vader, and your passion is more monumental than any Lord, I have ever seen, and not out of mere ambition or revenge as many or as yourself believe."

Revan slowly positioned his hand on his mask, and with a 'tsss' he slowly removed it from his face, showing the face of a handsome young man with a big scar in his eye, he was identical to when he was Anakin, which surprised him by the huge similarity.

"Like you, I destroyed everything and everyone I followed one day, all those who followed me on my journey, thinking that what I was doing was right, that I was preparing the galaxy for the greater danger that inhabited the unknown regions....."

He said with a sad smile as he looked at the floor, his voice was surprisingly firm, but soft, it was not what Vader imagined of the Lord Sith under the mask, he could only sympathize with the other while he spoke.

"And in the end, what happened?"

He then looked at Vader

"I was defeated.... I fell, and took a percentage of the galaxy with me..."

He said with a sad laugh, as his gaze returned to the horizon.

"At least, you have a chance to change, not only your surroundings, but yourself."

Vader looked again at the lightsaber handed over to him.

"I.... Revan...."

He then couldn't finish his sentence, he realized he was alone.

Quickly looking around, he saw that the scene had changed too.

He was no longer on the edge of a hill in a beautiful landscape, he was back in that cave.

Looking back, he could see Revan's statue, only now, the fires burning on the pillars had gone out.

Is he..... 

gone...?

No......!

"NO!"

He screamed in anger, making the ground shake while he tighten his grip over the lightsaber. 

"REVAN!!!"

How could he? Had he simply invaded his mind without permission and left as if nothing had happened??

"I WANT ANSWERS...! "

His hatred slowly shifting to sadness, as the huge shaking in the cave subsided

"I..... "

His legs shook for a moment, until he suddenly fell to his knees.

"Need....."

The lightsaber trembled in his hands, which he squeezed it more and more, almost with enough pressure to break it

"Answers....."

Vader couldn't take it anymore, and after decades of trying to ignore the memories and slowly forgetting them, he was bombarded with all the guilt and self-hatred, his visor on his helmet blurred.

For the first time in long and insufferable years... He couldn't hold back the feeling anymore.

He started to cry, in the dark, inside that cursed cave.

Revan's statue watched him silently, observing his despair.
> A New Apprentice
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Vader had changed.

Anyone could see something different in the village.

Not his troops who trained daily, not the strange armaments Vader had created for them, nor the peculiar armor.

None of that has changed, not even the Dark lord's plans.

But he changed.

Something in that cave had changed him from the inside, even though many didn't know what and how.

The way he walked, it was much more relaxed than in the firm and authoritarian way before, his punishments were suddenly much lighter than normal for those who made mistakes due to lack of skill or simple bad luck.

But for those who made mistakes on purpose or committed a crime, it was painful just to see, he no longer killed with his shiny weapon, he destroyed their minds with his strange magic, and took everything that made them a normal living being.

It was a fate worse than death itself, they were humiliated and split from their personality, becoming practically walking bodies.

He had become more kind, but much more ruthless too, it was strange but fascinating.

He created exclusive equipment for these servants, as their minds were almost non-existent, they had no ambitions, and there was no way for them to betray the Lord. Extremely resistant black armor with a mask that could only be described as cursed, a hood followed with black capes. Anyone who approached them could only feel the aura of death and suffering that came from them.

Vader surrounded himself with this ' Undead', who came to have various types of nicknames, but one name was the one that stood out most of all.

The Forsaken Executioners

This had an immediate effect on the village, crime became almost non-existent for fear of the punishment of being forced to become soulless bodies without any feelings or self-love, that the sole purpose of living was serving the dark lord.

And even with that, Vader had no backlash for his actions, the more time he spent with them, the more he realized that his followers saw him as a truly real living deity, even if this was not uncommon for the Lord.

He was already carried like a god by indigenous tribes of Tusken Raiders in Tatoinne for some reason, on a planet he was hailed as a saving angel when he exterminated a gigantic monster.

However, his followers were different, they followed him out of genuine admiration, even though some questioned, the things that Vader achieved in this short period of reign only sowed his power base with his followers.

His introduction of ancient handmade firearms on the basis of the oldest still powder to humans made him acclaimed as a master of the forge, his teachings of combat techniques and tactics to the young and introducing them to a chain of command made him be acclaimed as a visionary, and his powers and his arrival by the stars gave enormous credibility to the claims that he was of divine origin.

And not only did that change, but Vader also changed his appearance as well.

His original armor had been changed.

Before, it was completely smooth, and of a material that was unknown to many mixed with what could be deduced that it was woven, had been exchanged for iron, several layers of pure steel, and dark and menacing armor that remembered him the knights of old, of an era of war at the time when Equestria was still warmongering tribes, forged by the dark lord himself, his old display did not exist more, replaced by simple cuts on his helmet that seemed to make him see, his helmet now covered most of his face.

And above all, he shocked Thorax even more, Vader, who had done so much to Changeling, who had saved him from suffering at the hand of his own people, who had accepted him on his land as his own, had done something even more extraordinary for the insectoid creature.





Everyone around the circular table gaped at the figure who was unraveling in the middle with his black armor and flanked by his soulless guards.

"My Lord with all due respect, you can't be serious!"

Darth Vader, who remained at the center, seemed unfazed by the indignation of his advisers, while Thorax remained completely shocked beside him.

"My decision is final, and I don't appreciate being questioned by my OWN Council."

The Guardian got up, banging hard on the table, scaring even some councilors and making others jump in surprise, while Vader hadn't moved an inch, she had an angry expression while gritting her teeth.

"Of course, we question that, my lord! What will our people think when you took one of Celestia's old puppets as a student??!"

"Apprentice"

She only looked more irritated by her lord's correction, but she controlled herself.

"It doesn't matter, my lord! You have to reconsider-"

She suddenly was silenced, she started panting, desperately trying to get air, which refused to enter her throat, she held her collar in desperation while looking at Vader who made a gesture with his hand as if to squeeze the air.

"I care little what they think of my actions or not, having an apprentice will not change their lives nor yours and so, it is none of your business, do we understand Guardian?"

She nodded in desperation as her face contorted and she watered, suddenly, Vader released her, making her make a huge sigh of relief as she breathed again.

"I did not come here to ask your permission but to inform you all that I will be going on a pilgrimage with my new apprentice to train him. I expect that the journey will take a few months."

Everyone in the county would look at each other, gaping, Stalker then protested.

"My lord! You can't do this! What will we do without your guiding hand??"

Vader then slowly rose to his feet, while his dark guards quickly made way for him.

"I trust that you all will manage to maintain the operations we planned for these months and manage the village and my army in my absence."

He slowly walked out of the room, before pausing at the door and looking at the shocked councilors in the county.

"I created our chain of command exclusively so that everything would work out even without my permanent command, and also, take this as a test, a test to see if my expectations in each of you were not an illusion."

He then left the room, being followed by his executioners and Thorax, leaving a room with only shocked councilors.

Thorax quickly accelerated his steps to reach Vader, passing by the Executors who ignored him completely.

"My Lord! My Lord! Wait up!"

The Dark Lord stopped suddenly and slowly looked back, looking down and meeting his gaze with Thorax, who was just dry-faced when facing the Sith, slowly.

With a long sigh after a few awkward moments of this exchange of looks, he gained the courage to speak to the lord.

"My lord.... Why? Why take me as an apprentice...?"

Vader was just silent, looking at the smaller insect, which was sweating bullets and VERY nervous.

"If you don't want to take the mantle, I won't force you."

Vader's soft tone behind his mask only surprised Thorax even more, who shook his head and side to side negatively, while smiling weakly.

"Of course not! I will do anything to pay for everything you did for me!"

He changed his expression to a determined smile while making a firm fist for Vader sympathizing with what he felt

"So why are you so hesitant about my declaration of your new title and status? Aren't you happy or excited about so much power that you will gain from it?"

Thorax's smile disappeared immediately, and his determined look changed to one of sadness, he slowly embraced himself while looking to the side.

"That's not it.... Don't get me wrong, my lord, I'm honored..... Though..... I don't think I'm worthy..... Or that I'm decent for the job....."

Vader seemed amused by this and dismissed it with a wave of his hand.

"Your hesitation only strengthens my opinion that you are the right choice- "

"YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!"

Vader was taken back by Thorax's sudden outburst, who would yell at him with specks of tears coming out of his eyes.

"That's what they thought of me when they proclaimed me as king of changelings! I did everything I could to not let them down! To make them happy! And I just managed to bring them misery thinking that I was doing the right thing!"

He suddenly yelled at Vader as he cried, he held on to the dark lord's armor so as not to lose his balance while threw everything out of him, all the pain and frustration off inside of him.

"And for everything I did.... They just threw me aside from the chance they had..... They treated me like complete trash, like an outcast..... And my own brother.... He...."

He hesitated a lot, holding tighter and tighter Vader's armor as he lost more and more of his voice.

"I am a disgrace! Simple manure that brought nothing but disappointment to my mother the day I was born! I don't even deserve to share and breathe the same air as you! You have brought freedom to thousands! And hope for millions! I don't deserve an ounce of your attention!"

He screamed, and as he let Vader go, he fell to his knees on the floor, slowly hugged himself while sobbing.

"I am a disgrace, a disgrace, a disgrace."

The Sith Lord only remained silent, inside, he was shocked and completely confused, he never had to deal with such a situation with anyone else, but he could not feel anything but sympathy with Thorax, he could look at Changeling and only remember himself.

Remember his enormous fear of failing with the Jedi Order, the enormous pressure he had to not fail his masters, and always doing everything he was told even if he did not agree with the orders.

He remembered all the times he was frustrated by the Order, all the times he had huge problems inside him and the only thing he could do was meditate, the only company he had in his problems was himself.

And when he needed them most, they did nothing, and when he remembered the Order throwing him aside, as if he were just a pushover, and worse when he was almost killed by what he once called his brother.

When he was abandoned.

Slowly, he knelt in front of Thorax, and hesitantly, he took a hand from the Changeling, and pulled him into a hug, surprising the insectoid, who slowly accepted the hug, wrapping his hands around Vader, and crying even more.

Vader remained completely silent, he didn't know how to comfort someone very well, and he did, however, he remembered when his mother hugged him and said that it would be okay whenever he had a problem with his childhood and that always helped him.

He stood there, hugging Thorax for a long time, letting Changeling's tears run down his shoulder.

Thorax had a path similar to that of Vader, however, unlike the Sith lord, Thorax was still pure, he was still a good soul, a soul that could still be saved, different from him.

I promise you Thorax, i will not let you fall in darkness, i will not let you become like myself.
> The New Sith
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

He cry'd out in pain while falling on his back on the snowy ground.

He groaned as he slowly tried to get up, his muscles twisting in pain and suffering with every movement he tried to make.

Then he stood up, almost losing his balance, having to use his other leg for support, while slowly drawing his training sword.

He gritted his teeth as he held the sword with both hands, they trembled, sweat trickled down his cheek as he slowly entered his defensive fighting position.

Vader didn't lie when he said he would get tough with him in training, since they went on the 'pilgrimage', he made Thorax suffer with every step he made, using nothing but his own scales to keep warm in the intense cold of the mountain, forcing him to hunt for his own food with nothing but his magic and hands.

He did not understand why he was doing this, he agreed to train to become stronger, and not to live more miserably, he did not help him in any part of the journey he did.

He just made him suffer.

Yes, he was indebted to Vader, but he didn't think he used it just for personal entertainment, is that what he was for the Lord? Just a toy for him to have fun until he breaks?

Vader just paced back and forth, his guard down, his helmet watched him without a splash of emotion.

Since they arrived at the destination that Vader had chosen, they had really started to train, in that Throax realized that he was stronger than before, his body was more rigid and his scales were grosser, his muscles were already showing off, and he could take it more pain than before.

In the early days, it was just a beating, Vader didn't hold back, and Thorax couldn't keep up with him.

He fell, he hurt, he cried.

It felt like his body burned, and with each beat, with each cut that was made, it felt like torture.

It was hours of this, day after day.

As time went on, he got used to all the pain inflicted on him, the more he was beaten, the more he started to manage to ignore them and focus on the battle ahead.

He managed to surprise his lord by going on the offensive the first time, finally managing to counterattack.

However, this only made him be punished much more severely.

With each passing day on that hellish mountain, he stopped crying, he stopped victimizing.

These emotions were exchanged for another, hatred, hatred for his master for making him go through so much physical pain, for not having an ounce of empathy for him, and for just watching him, while he was cold, while his injuries were opening.

His low guard just showed it.

He did not see him as a threat.

It made him furious.

He said that he chose Thorax because he saw potential in him, and instead of capitalizing on that potential, he just used it as a justification to beat him up daily for his own sick amusement.

Clenching his own jaw tightly with rage, making his whole face tremble in response, he let out a roar and stormed over to the Dark Lord, surprising him even if momentarily.

He started with a top-down strike where Vader holding his training sword defended himself, by holding with only one hand.

As the swords connected, Thorax proceeded with a sequence of frantic strikes to Vader, who defended himself with ease.

It only infuriated Thorax even more, with each blow he delivered, he put more strength, with each blow he delivered, he put all the anger he felt at Vader at that moment, for everything he had put him through.

In the first few days they had trained, Thorax held on, afraid to hurt the person who had saved him out of sympathy and admiration.

But now, all those feelings were gone, replaced by an intense hatred for the same.

He just wanted to make him feel the pain he went through.

With each blow that Vader defended he was forced to take a step back, he was surprised by the ferocity of the attacks, and even though randomly and without any technique, he was being forced to retreat.

Until with a sudden shoulder shove, and with a shout, Thorax took a powerful blow to Vader's helmet, destroying the wood sword in the process and causing Vader to almost lose his balance and taking a few steps back.

They were both silent after a few moments, the only noise being the rapid breathing of an exhausted Thorax, their hateful expression quickly changing to one of extreme tiredness.

Slowly losing his balance even though he desperately tried to stay upright, he slid to the snowy ground and fell to the ground, his eyes getting too heavy to stay open.





"The supreme merit is to break the enemy's resistance without fighting. Some salespeople still insist that speaking is better than listening.

Negotiators and leaders who have exceptional speeches, but fail to deliver what is in the speech, loses credibility very quickly.

The best way to gain credibility as a negotiator or as a leader is to deliver on what you promise."

Vader walked to one side to another, arms behind his back and his cape, while teaching Thorax, who would be sitting cross-legged with an expression of deep thought, he would stop, and look at Thorax.

"Explain to me, why do so many follow me? Why don't they question me?"

Thorax was surprised by the question, but he would not hesitate to answer.

"Because you bring what many have failed, you build what many could not even imagine was possible, and you take them to heights that were impossible to achieve before, you did not only what you promised, you did above and beyond."

Vader was silent for a while, leaving Thorax a little anxious about what he was contemplating, he would slowly nod his head.

"Good answer."

Thorax released a sigh of relief while Vader continued.

"Another necessary skill that I have for you to learn, is the art of negotiation."

Thorax was surprised hearing this from Vader, he jokingly thought that the only way that his master negotiated was by chocking somebody until he did what his master told, but he kept those thoughts to himself, and kept hearing.

"One of the best negotiation tools is the ability to listen, when we know how to listen, we can understand, to understand the problems on the other side, we have to be ready to accept their arguments."

He explained while pointing his index finger high

"Some negotiators believe that accepting an argument means that they agree with it, to accept an argument is to give people the right to express themselves, which does not mean that they are right or wrong, only that there is respect for positioning, thinking or feeling."

He did not expect this teaching from Vader, he expected diplomacy and negotiations to be done with a show of strength, to show the opposite side that you could destroy him with just a snap of his fingers, but it seems that his master wanted more lasting results.

"Not only is this a skill that can be used with naive negotiators or novices, but it can also be used against yourself, it is a two edged sword."

He said while making movements with his hand to sympathize with what he said.

"Negotiators who have this ability can easily "disarm" their opponents, as "attacks find emptiness"; the void is the vacuum, and in the vacuum there is no resistance."

He told while holding his belt.

"You see, actions can scream louder than any motivational speech, but you should never underestimate your lips, they can be a weapon sharper than any dagger, it can not only intimidate an opponent, it can turn even the most loyal soul."

The changeling was silent, looking at the floor, absorbing everything that Vader had explained, he would slowly pass his gaze on the dark lord.

"You know a lot about this master..... It comes from experience....?"

This made Vader silent for a long time, reflecting on the words spoken to him.

"It comes from experience....?"

He could only remember that old bastard, and his story.

The story that seduced him.

It consumed him.

And took him to the dark side.



So powerful and so wise he could use the Force to influence the midichlorians to create life, He had such a knowledge of the dark side that he could even keep the ones he cared about from dying.



He still remembers that damned smile, that smile of an old man who knew, who had gotten a new pawn for his collection.

He slowly walked backwards, ignoring the raised eyebrows that Thorax had given.

"Take your training sword, time to spar."

Changeling slowly got up and hurried after Vader.

"B-but, you s-still have to teach me a-about m-military tactics!"

Vader would not stop, and would only return a look at Thorax from under his vizor.

"That was a statement Thorax, Not a question."

He could feel the aura of hatred that emanated from his master, and he just remained silent, not wanting to anger his master anymore, as he grabbed his training equipment he entered his fighting position.

When his master was like that, he vented all his anger on him.

Today he will have trouble sleeping again.





Both walked slowly circling each other, Thorax outlines a calm and calculating expression.

After a while, both stopped and drew their metal swords and charged at each other.

The swords collided, and they both started exchanging blows, up-down-right-left, and repeated the process.

It was like a synchronized dance, they both seemed to know what the other was going to do before they actually did it.

The sparks coming out of the colliding swords could be seen from a distance, just not being as flashy as the fire beside them.

Both remained in that stalemate for a long time, defending and attacking respectively, as if they were turns between them.

However, Thorax knew very well that his master was holding back, he knew that if he wanted to, he could very well slice him into pieces in the blink of an eye.

Even so, changeling couldn't stop the sense of pride he felt for making his master really have to try, really have to keep his guard up to prevent any scratches on his armor.

Suddenly, Thorax made a mistake, holding the sword too strong and giving Vader a breach, which he took promptly, making a quick but light cuts on the side of the changeling's belly, causing him to lose concentration enough for the ex-jedi to take a chance, tripping him and make it fall to the ground with a grunt.

When trying to get up quickly, he could only find himself with a sword aimed at his neck.

"You are dead."

He blew out a long breath and threw himself on his back defeated on the ground.

Vader slowly tossed his sword aside, and sat beside Thorax at the campfire relaxed.

This routine made Thorax very strong and resistant, however, he still had many errors in his positioning and in his way of thinking, he could still be very predictable when stuck in a dead end.

Even so, the dark lord was very pleased with the progress he made with Changeling, he was bigger than before, his muscles helped him in that respect.

He had gained more confidence too, he was still a little afraid for Vader, but it can be fixed over time, he now believes more in his abilities, and he is a very fast learner intellectually.

He already surprised Vader a couple of times, almost creating sections of intellectual sparing matches when he taught Thorax in the combat and ideological arts.

The Sith slowly reached out and pulled out a bag that was close to them.

And then opening it, he removed a piece of preserved meat that had been left over from the last hunt, it didn't taste good, but it was edible.

Vader then threw the meat at Thorax, falling on his belly.

He gasped by surprise, but after getting up to a sitting position and seeing what fell on his belly he would just give Vader a playful smile.

"Feeling generous Master?"

Vader just ignored his apprentice's antics while he picked up the meat and started to eat, he would turn his gaze to the fire.

"You deserve it, the last food is not needed to be hunted this time."

The Changeling just goggles his eyes and almost chokes on the meat after his master's declaration, he then while running his hand around his neck he would look at Vader still surprised.

"Last food? Do you mean...?"

Vader nodded, while he looked at Thorax again.

"Your training is not finished, you still have a lot to be tested and a lot to learn."

Thorax raised an eyebrow at that and raised his hands in a confused way.

"If my training is not finished, why the hell are we leaving already??"

He said in a loud tone, unable to hold his frustration.

"I will continue with your training, however, preparations are complete, and I received reports that a skirmish has occurred between crystal guards and my troops."

Thorax would be bulging his eyes and gaping.

"Y-you mean...?"

Vader was silent for a while, ignoring the panic signals obviously present in his apprentice

"Yes, the conquest of the Crystal Empire will begun."

He then slowly rose, and look directly at Thorax.

"And you will be the one who will help me lead my legions."

Thorax felt that he would have a heart attack right there, his surprise could not be described in simple words, how could he?! Vader was the architect of human ascension, he was the one who designed the troops, who trained them, who inspired them, how could he, who was not even human, lead them??

"Are you crazy?? I didn't complete my training! And now you want me to help you command your entire army?? I am not the person for the job! That is inse-"

He shut up when a feeling of a metal hand touching his shoulder, he slowly shifted his gaze back to the Vader's mask, which looked at him with an intensity he had never seen before from his master.

"I can't do everything, even though I have a vast knowledge in charge, I don't know who to trust at the moment and who to rely, a defeat can cost much more than we can replace."

He with his other hand, poked the chest of his apprentice

"I am putting my trust in you, I trained you, and I know your capabilities, you are one of the only ones who ever fought with the Equestrians and you already have experience in combat, while also having a good heart."

He slowly moved away from Thorax, while the changeling was a little flushed and very shocked with so much confidence put in himself.

He watched Vader slowly placing his hand on part of his belt, and taking out a cylindrical object, A lightsaber, and holding it with both hands, he slowly approached the Changeling.

"I put you in a position that few would ever dream of, and along with these responsibilities, I give you, a gift."

The Shock couldn't get out of his face, there were so many things happening in such a short period of time, and he couldn't believe it.

Slowly he reached out and took the lightsaber, its design was elegant, with two pieces flanking the hole in which the fire was supposed to come out.

Pressing the button, a huge beam of purple light came out, and it illuminated the area, it was wonderful, fearful and elegant.

He tested it with a few slashes in the air to test it, it was very light and easy to use.

"Now, you have a weapon worthy of a lord."

Thorax looked at Vader and then returned his gaze to the lightsaber

"I, Darth Vader, Dark Lord of the Sith, with your control over your emotions, your extraordinary development, and mastery with the sword, I am willing to give you the legendary lightsaber from an ancient and feard Sith Lord, and hand you the title of Sith warrior!"
> The Feeling of betrayal
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

"You lie, nobody can be that fast!" A soldier in white armor would say in an amused and surprised tone as he looked at his companion at his side in front of a huge gate.

"Believe it or not, but I swear, I've never seen anyone this fast! He cut them like lightning! We could only see the tracks of destruction!" The Other in identical armor would speak in a dramatic tone while passing his free palm forward as if following something at a distance.

"Then he flew, I repeat, FLEW up to the other guard, WITHOUT A WING!!!" He shouted at his fellow guard as he tightly gripped his spear.

The Other guard at the gate would only look shocked at his companion under his white mask that would be glued to his helmet.

"NO WAY! SO?? What happened next??" He exclaimed excited.

The Other chuckled over his mask as he continued.

"He then before could reach his target, he would ignite his divine weapon!"  He prepared his spear as he was about to attack an imaginary opponent showing how it was in history.

"AND WITH AN POWERFULL SLASH HE-"

"I made him regret everything he did in his miserable life"

Both guards almost had a heart attack with the raised voice, and would look quickly at the source, both pointing the tip of their spears at the newcomer.

Just to gape at who he was.

Towering in all its dark glory, was their Lord, the same one in which the most experienced one was explaining to the young man, their god.

Both quickly lowered their spears, with a monumental fear of having offended their lord in any way, and would quickly lower their heads bowing to the same.

"MY LORD! W-w-we are terribly sorry! W-we didn't expect your arrival!"

He passed his gaze to both of them who were with their heads down, trembling a little, in fear of having been discovered by their lord basically slacking in their shift.

....

The silence was almost giving them both a panic attack, they were already sweating like crazy.

Their toughts were broken when they began to hear Vader's footsteps moving away, and slowly they would lift their heads and realize they would see him moving away from both.

"Get back to work before i cut your rations." He told with an bored hand gesture.

Both immediately standed up and released a "YES SIR".

After seeing their lord disappear in the village with a hooded figure, they both sighed with relief.

"T-THAT WAS HIM??"

The older guard would just give a weak laugh and would nod.

"Aye, you are lucky kid, he rarely inspects the troops personally."

The other guard's eyes could be seen shining under the white mask.

"SOOO COOOOOL! I WAS BLESSED!"

The boy cheered holding his rifle to his head while the older would laugh.

Without both realizing it, two hooded figures would flash past them, jumping over a house and jumping from roof to roof, slowly heading towards the unknown.





"From everything I imagined when I was told about a 'Dark Lord'....."

He told in a low tone as they jumped building after building with extreme skill and stealth, in the front, all around them, they could only find a huge, thriving community, that could easily rival Ponyville in size.

"I did not expect this...."

What surprised the figure most was the simple fact that humans were walking around, working, children playing, and soldiers training, like any normal village.

What scared him was the said normality of the village, the positive energies it reflected, and how peaceful it was.

When he received reports of a slave rebellion led by a self named 'Lord', he already thought it was a Umbra 2.0.

He expected to arrive in these territories and find slaves of darkness being abused in every way possible just for the said entertainment.

Both hooded figures stopped on top of a roof, hiding behind one of the wooden chimneys looking at what looked like the center of the town.

The winged hooded one just growled as it spoke in a low tone to his comrade.

"Isn't it? Their attempt to copy the normal life of the ponyfolk is pathetic"

He slowly look at his side, and come across a hooded Pegasus that would be hidden with him.

"We give them a reason to live and they run and hide like animals."

He just looked at his companion with an expression of surprise at the words, but he ignored his words since something else caught his attention.

A human had left one of the several wooden houses, and slowly walked to the center of the 'square', he was not going to lie, in all his life, and in all the conflicts he fought, he had never seen a figure so frightening and imposing, he was flanked by beings as terrifying as he, they seemed to be the embodiment of darkness, their robes dark with a black mask with a red vizor, there were twelve of them, flanking what looked like the chief, he wore armor of what appeared to be iron, a helmet that covered the entire head and huge cloak.

Show off as far as he could see.

"My children, our time has finally come."

His voiced boomed as he slowly climbed a plateau that was in the center of the square around the absurd number of snow-colored warriors that it surrounded.

Slowly passing visor around, looking at all the knights who looked back him, waiting with antecipation.

The figure narrowed his eyes while listening carefully to what the being was talking, His aura of power and darkness and his control by humans said it all, he was the dark lord.

"For months, we have stayed in the shadows, for months, we have prepared."

He said and slowly paced back and forth while that crowd watched him in silence, swallowing every word that came out of him.

"For 600 years, we were slaves, for 600 years, we waited, we served, hoping that with our sweat, our hard work and our efforts, our redemption would come, along with forgiveness for past wars waged by our ancestors.

And what do we get? We get contempt, we win suffering and a fate worse than cattle."

One of the figures passed his hand over his chin as if in deep thought.

"The way he is talking and how the people are feeling about him.... He is the god that the prisioners were venerating so much....."

Pegasus looked at his companion with an expression of disgust.

"You don't mean they are actually creating fake deities??"

The Other wouldn't even look at his partner, just putting an index finger in his mouth, and pointing back at the crowd.

His partner just growled, but he would look back at the crowd.

Everyone around him would start to get a little agitated, muttering to each other and getting restless as he continued.

"All of our work took their species to unimaginable heights, castles that tower above the skies, cities that their brilliance rivaled the sun, at the cost of what? Mountains of bodies."

His words seemed to take on the effect he desired, making the crowd of soldiers more and more agitated, while many people who walked nearby and saw all the commotion gathered in curiosity.

"Our brothers, children and parents, dragged in chains, doing miracles, and receiving a life of disgrace, being dragged into wars as a cannon fodder for selfish reasons.

They believe that after these hundreds of years, we learned to live as servants, that in all these years, chains are the destiny that we will always be destined to receive, that they will be able to enjoy our blood and tears without any consequences."

The soldiers and citizens who listened only agreed, shouting with rage and showing it by punching the air with their clenched fists.

The hooded figure could feel a little pity, he idolized Celestia for everything she did for Ponykind, but not everything he said were lies, he continued to listen to the comotion with interest.

"Starting today, we will show them that we have learned, that Celestia's sunshine shines so much that it burns, burns as much as the fires of hell that will consume them.

That if they try so hard to nominate and position themselves as 'guardians of harmony' and 'protectors of peace', we will be the opposite of everything it stand for! As they have no true meaning to the wrenched slaves who live in squalor!"

The figures just looked at each other in shock, and returned their eyes to the Sith.

Everyone started cheering and punching the air even more fervor, Vader then, slowly positioned his hand around his helmet, and slowly with a 'hiss', he took it off, raising it up to the air, surprising everyone, revealing in the front of hundreds.

His true face above his respirator, the pale disfigured head, clearly showing years of war and the fires of hell he went through.

But of all this, it was not just these revelations that shocked everyone the most, but more the look that Vader had on his face, bloodshot yellow eyes with traces as if his eyes were the burning flames of the sun.

"We will be the war, the darkness, that will consume the land of that tyrant to dares to proclaim herself a goddess!"

The crowd grew more and more agitated, being more and more moved by the word of their sovereign, while the two intruders could only gap with shock at his words, the dark lord wanted to start a war.

"We will show the passion she created when we were chained, the anger of years of torture and mistreatment, and the hatred of decades without change or sympathy!"

He roared under his respirator while what looked like the whole community was cheering, their voices and applause were so many, that Vader had to signal with his hand for them to calm down before continuing.

"Starting today, we are the heart of the Darkness, we become beings that don't know what fear is!

We pledge ourselves to the darkness that we have embraced so long! We find true life in the death of light!

WE ARE SITH!"

With that roar and proclamation he would take the cylindrical object in his waist that was hidden under his cloak and lift it up, and suddenly, a red ray would come out.

With this action all humans would start to cheer like there was no tomorrow and all of them would raise their fists, the white knights would raise their weapons and strange staff's upwards, showing their devotions and complete support towards the Dark lord.

One of the figures lowered his hood, revealing a white unicorn with blue hair, he would look at his companion Pegasus, who would do the same, revealing herself to be a bluish female pony figure with rainbow hair.

"Rainbow, we have to alert Celestia of this!"

She looked at him with eyes full of anger.

"Are you serious? No! I'm going to end this punk here and now!"

The other just looked at her with wide eyes.

"Are you crazy?! Have you seen the number of humans down there?! Even if you manage to kill the leader, you will be slaughtered by the crowd! It's not worth the risk!"

She just gave an arrogant smile while looking at the dark lord.

"Watch and learn Shinny, once i deal with him, they will all go back to their owners with their tails between their legs"

"RAINBOW WAIT-"  He jumped and extended his hand towards Rainbow Dash with the desperate intent of preventing her from doing something stupid, however, he was completely ignored.

She went in a flash, leaving only her disguise rags behind.

Without her disguise, her diamond armor with her symbol of loyalty would shine with the light as she flew towards the Dark Lord, who would keep his strange sword pointed at the skies with his followers, this was her chance, a blow was everything she needs to end a war before it would even start.

With a roar and surprising many of the crowd, she would fly overhead all of the humans and approaching at an enormous speed she would rise her sword towards the heavens preparing strike powerful blow over the dark entity.

TLINC


She almost bulges her eyes at what had happened.

'I-impossible!'

One of the figures that accompanied Sith had intercepted her blow with its sword!

She grinded her teeth and growled at that robbed black figure in front of her, he could be different from the other guards but Rainbow didn't care.

"GET OUT OF MY WAY PUNK!"

She then gave a lot of sudden blows to the figure in front of her at an absurd speed, just for her to be surprised when the figure parried all her attacks, and with a right hook he stunned Rainbow, and with a spinning jump he gave a powerful kick in her belly throwing her away.

She screamed all the way and hit a hay cart with force.

Everyone around dispersed, forming a circle, while the hooded warrior slowly jumped off the platform and walked towards Rainbow.

She suddenly flew upward from the hays, and looked at the hooded warrior with hatred.

"FINE! IF YOU WANT TO GET A BEATING, I WILL BRING IT!"

Then she began to fly quickly in circles around the dark warrior, who stood upright and watched her calmly as if he were not being surrounded by one of the throne's most powerful defenders. Getting more infuriated by it, she would take a gust up at the warrior, flying like a lightning bolt, and flying up again. Anger was building inside her when another blow was being deflected again, easily, but she was not concerned, her speed and the advantage of being in the air would bring her victory just as easily.

So she continued with this hit-and-run tactic, flying quickly around the warrior and making attack after attack before retreating, giving the enemy no chance to retaliate. And he deflected the attacks again and again, and to put salt in the wounds, he was doing all of this by holding the sword with one hand.

She was already tired and humiliated enough, this enemy somehow managed to keep up with her! That shouldn't be possible! Gritting her teeth again, she ceased her attacks, and keep hovering over the enemy, who was still watching her quietly over his hood.

"Y-you are a l-lucky coward! But alas, I am bored of this insufferable joke of a circus, so I will just finish this with my SONIC BOOM!" She then flew towards the skies, and disappeared from the field of view of everyone who was there.

"She is gonna use her special attack???"

"This is insane!"

"We have to hide!"

"he won't survive that!"

Then, the skies suddenly exploded in a rainbow coloring as the sound barrier was being broken, while an angry Rainbow Dash came at full speed towards the figure.

With a huge smile and a roar, she fell with all her fury at the warrior, which for the first time, showed emotion, when releasing a 'hunf'

Upon impact, a huge cloud of dust rose and many around it screamed and protected themselves from the huge Shockwave that was formed by it. Darth Vader meanwhile, was with his arms crossed while using the force to make the smoke and dust just dodge and pass around him.

The Sith Lord then raising a finger on his crossed arms dispersed the smoke and dust in the air to reveal the outcome of the clash.

And everyone around them was stunned, and then they started cheering.

Rainbow Dash could just keep agape at the outcome, her mouth opening and shutting expressionlessly with her bulging eyes, it wasn't possible, it shouldn't be possible!

She was lying on her back, her sword shattered at her side, while the figure pointed the tip of its sword at her neck while standing towering over the defeated element. Everything had happened in a flash, ending as fast as it started.

Sweat poured down Pegasus' face while the hooded figure in front of her just let out a light chuckle.

"After all this time Rainbow, I was expecting your arrogance to be undone over time, but some things don't change right?"

She just gritted her teeth even more, her face trembled with hate.

"YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT ME YOU PUNK!" she spat at him.

The figure appeared unaffected by the element of loyalty outburst. "I'm hurt Dashy, didn't Spike told you anything about me?"

She was confused by the figure. "S-spike...? H-how-?"

The figure slowly ran its hand over the hood, and pulled it down, leaving her with wide-eyed and gaping eyes. "THORAX?! I-IT C-CAN'T BE! SPIKE SAID YOU DIED!"

Thorax just chuckled while turning his head from side to side negatively. "We changelings don't die that easily, we do have thick skin."

He said laughing at his own joke while tapping his shoulder in a demonstration, Rainbow seemed to ignore the joke completely, still in total shock. "But you are not wrong, the old Thorax died." Thorax's cheerful expression then changed to one of an evil smile.

She then noticed the Dark Lord slowly walking and positioning himself next to Thorax with his crossed arms, who continued. "Vader refined me, reshaped me, and showed me things that you and your elements could never dream of in your entire lives!"

He said while approaching Rainbow little by little, that in response she crawled backward, her arrogant stance had changed to one of pure fear, what had happened to one of the first Changelings that was purified? She could see the scars on the changeling, covering him from forehead to chin, if only on his head had he been hurt so badly, what had happened to the rest of his body too?

"Thorax! Stop it! Don't you see that he's manipulating you?? He's using you!" He stopped, and just smiled again at what she had said, turning it into a full-blown laughter.

"Ahhh, pony hypocrisy at it's finest! I missed this!" She then was just even more shocked as Thorax brushed aside her concern as if it were nothing.

"Do you really believe that? That even after I was used as just a puppet by Celestia just to keep my brothers in check? And that even after I tried to prove time and time again how I just wanted to be 'friendly' to Equestria and following its teachings led me to?"  He told with anger and rancor in his voice and expression as he got closer and closer to the Element of loyalty, which had now been stuck on a wall with nowhere to run and unable to digest everything that Changeling was saying to her.

"You can't be serious! How can you say that after everything Celestia did to you?" It made him have an instant reaction, slapping a hand hard on the side of her head who yelped in surprise, cornering her even more, making her cringe in fear even more, inches from the Changeling's face that growled like a rabid dog.

"I'm saying this because of what Celestia did to me, who do you think was the orchestrator of the assassination attempt on me?" She was just even more shocked, but she narrowed her eyes.

"She wouldn't." He began to smile again.

"Wouldn't?" He asked, laughing while slowly pulling his face away from her. "You really don't know who you serve and what she is truly capable of."

But he only looked bored to the side while putting away his sword. "No matter, you will not serve her again either way."

She looked confused at him. "What do you mean by-?"

She couldn't finish the sentence when Thorax suddenly threw a deadly kick at Rainbow Dash's face, immediately knocking her out, her world turning pitch black.
> The Elements Assemble
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Who knew, assassins, to be honest, Vader already expected that someone or something would come after him after the Skirmishes among his knights and the crystal guard, but the Equestrians?

It worried him, he was trying to reveal himself a few weeks later, in the first battle of his forces and possible militias, but alas, he knew that arrogant child was not alone, however, he could not pinpoint the exact location of the other, but he he was not very interested in this, but in the potential of his apprentice.

He had to say that he had been extremely disappointed with the assassination attempt, in Coruscant, they had tried to kill him several times; placing explosives in his master's chair, trying to destroy his transport, or trying to murder him with simple gunshots.

Obviously every single one of them failed, but it was exciting to anticipate the outcome and the adrenaline to face the killers, but she was just an overgrown child trying to be a hero, which was proven when he saw her contact Thorax.

He managed to barely hold his smile over his respirator when he saw that the stance his apprentice used, was the same one he used when he was a jedi, and what made him most proud at that moment, was how he toyed with the Element of Loyalty.

The difference between the two was absurdly obvious, Rainbow Dash was extremely dependent on her speed, using no techniques in combat, she simply threw her sword like a wild animal, in contrast to Thorax, who used technique and precision, slowly studying her opponent and taking out one of the factors that it most depended on.

He took advantage of the opponent's arrogance and short temper while barely losing energy while he remained on the defensive, he was exhausting her while studying her for the lethal blow.

But from what he saw, it was not necessary, since she decided to use her 'special ability', which basically was her using gravity, something very crude if asked him, but he would hate to admit it, but a hint of nervousness ran through the veins of the Sith.

He did not know how Thorax would respond to such an attack, thinking already of the worst, however, his apprentice only proved superior.

And he did well by knocking her out and capturing her, having a political item to bargain with.

Or a new tool to use in the war.





To say that Shining Armor was upset after his meeting with the black lord and his apprentice is short, when he managed to return to the Crystal Empire and inform his wife of the events on the failed mission triggered a chain reaction faster than he could ever imagine.

When he traveled to the northern forests, he sought answers, and he recruited Rainbow Dash for her incredible feats and skills with her wings.

And instead of finding the missing slaves and the group of royal guards, he found almost a new kingdom, forming in the fully north of ex-slaves.

Yes, he had already dealt with slave rebellions in the past, they were just some angry mobs that attacked everything and everyone in front of him, just cut off the snake's head and the body would fall.

However, this went far beyond what he would have ever imagined, the rumors were not only correct about this new dark lord, but they should also be being modest, the way he carried himself, his stance, his control of emotions, even in the face of danger, he was something more, much worse than Umbra or any other Warlord he ever fought.

And his followers? They had armors that could rival the royal guard! White and refined armor, that looked liked were forged by the most talented blacksmiths, and sword and muskets that he could see had similar if not the same capabilities of the normal Equestrian weaponry.

They were not foes to be underestimated.

Umbra was an extremely difficult opponent to fight and raise but not impossible, even with her absurd powers and gigantic armies of slaves, her ego was her downfall.

But this is different, he did not enslave; he converted, something much MUCH worse.

Convincing someone is difficult, but converting thousands is an absurd feat, and this Warlord managed it easily, he did it with one of Shinning's old comrades as well.

Thorax.... It was absurd to think that of all those who could become allies of that monster, he would be the one.

The skills he demonstrated that day, the agility, and worst of all, the ruthless that he dispatched, he didn't even imagine that that changeling carried so much hatred under his carapace, he was always a small insect; calm, gentle and shy.

But who he saw there was not the same Thorax he remembered, who he saw there was not just much bigger and more muscular than before, but he was also with a fervor that Shinning had only seen in warriors, the scars on his face where frightening, not even veterans of the old wars with the griffons had such wounds.

Whatever that being did to Thorax, it had transformed him, and that smile... That smile that the ex-king of changelings wore in the entire fight, he was just toying her.

Rainbow Dash, the symbol of loyalty, Equestria's shield and one of the few in Celestia's inner circle, was defeated not by Umbra, not by Discord, and not by Tirek, but by one of her former friends.

He sighted to himself, while reaching out to push the gates to the throne room, he hesitated.

A few seconds, then a full minute.

His eyes are glued to the floor, his expression of disappointment does not leave his face, of disappointment with himself.

He failed his sister's friends, he failed his friends.

How could he not soon realize how much difficulty Thorax was having in leadership? As he suffered to reach the expectations that his brothers and subjects imposed on him, he saw that, he could have helped, he KNEW how to have helped, but he didn't, thinking that his friend would learn for himself, that he should suffer a little to get stronger.

Now he had failed to help one of his friends and precious allies, and he had failed again to protect one of his little sister's most precious friends.

A sigh escaped his lips, now he could do nothing but move on and face the concepts of his mistakes head on if he wants to grow better.

Breaking his trance of hesitation, he would push through the gates of the throne room.

He walked towards the empire's throne, passing the purple carpet, and the infiltration of crystalline decorations and guards, slowly raising his gaze to face the figures surrounding the throne.

They were debating on something, but they quickly were be cut off with Shinning's steps, which would draw the attention of everyone who would turn their eyes on him.

All elements of the harmony were present.

Rarity, the element of generosity, one of the most skilled and renowned Equestrian magicians, feared and respected, creator of many new spells that revolutionized the style and fashion of beings almost all over the world, owning one of the most valued beauty salons in Canterlot.

Applejack, the element of honesty, a legendary champion with a strength and muscles that could easily rival 20 stallions, with a monumental sincerity that could only be rivaled for her humility and beauty, one of the pioneers of the Equestria agricultural revolution and the owner of the most important farms as the most profitable businesses around the world.

Fluttershy, an element of kindness, the legendary tamer of forests, the one who commands and protects thousands of animals, large or small, guardian of Everfree and one of the most beautiful Pegasus in the world, her beauty could easily rival her shyness, the most popular in the group (For obvious reasons).

Pinkie Pie, element of laughter, the most recognized bard in Equestria, the bringer of happiness, which she passes the smiles and laughs of the citizens follow, the parties she does can be considered monumental and legendary's, one of the most loved of the group, she keeps always high group morale and owns almost all Equestria entertainment centers.

And finally, Shinning's sister.

Twilight Sparkle, Element of Magic, The most powerful wizard ever to exist in history, surpassing even Starswirl himself, a prodigy since childhood and recognized since birth by Celestia in which she became a protector and tutor, she is the pinnacle of knowledge, the most intelligent of all, she was the founder of the school of friendship and one of the reformers of almost every aspect involving magic in Equestria, her changes brought a golden age to magic with hundreds of new spells created, and many more perfected and discovered.

All this and more the fact that she was one of the first unicorns to rise to the status of Alicorn in thousands of years, and to finish it all, heir of Celestia.

All of them together form one of the most powerful groups in all Equestria; politically, economically and socially, without them, Equestia would suffer to run properly.

This group of respected pony's all looked at Shinning Armor with concerned expressions, except his sister, that her gaze tore through him like a knife through butter.

"Shiny, we need to talk."
> The beginning of a war
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Are you kidding me?" He asks in an angry tone as he hits the table hard, startling the pony guard in front of him, who flinched.

"N-no m-my liege, we a-are sure that this slave group is m-massing a few kilometers away..." The guard managed to let go even though he was shaking with fear of his lord's hatred.

The Lord only sighted deeply as he slowly rose from his seat, now facing the nervous guard standing.

"You interrupted me and my herd for this?? A bunch of angry SLAVES??" The White Unicorn raged at his guard.

The guard started to sweat a little with the anger that his unicorn lord would scream at himself, he then nervous after a few seconds of stuttering, he would manage to let out a few words, but would be interrupted.

"GET OUT OF MY SIGHT BEFORE I CONFISCATE YOUR SLAVES FOR THIS IDIOCY!" He roared at the trembling guard that left as quick as he came.

The Lord let out a sigh as he leaned in his chair while grumbling.

"These fools fear a bunch of armed monkeys HAH!" He then laughed, it stopped as quickly as it begin, being interrupted by the sound of a door opening.

That got his attention, he turned his head to know who would be interrupting him this time, but now, instead of getting more irritated by another intrusion he can only increase his smile even more.

Leaning on the door, with her transparent robes that showed all her beautiful and defined white body that almost glowed with the sunlight that reflected from his office, she used one of her hands to run through her smooth pink hair while biting her bottom lip. .

"Is my darling stressed?~"

His perverted smile not left his face as he stood up and approached her, running the back of his hand across her soft cheeks.

"Yes my Fleur, I would love to have your help in, 'cooling' my head.~"

She giggled by putting a hand on her mouth in a cute way.

"The allow me to 'help' you my lord. ~"

The white Unicorn pulled him by his luxurious uniform further into the room that was next to the office, while the other followed without taking his smile or eyes from her, he did not know that the moment he closed that door, he had sealed the destiny of the citizens of that city.





Darth Vader marched among the various tents and bonfires that stretched across the landscape in his line of neighbors, he is impressed by how outdated the strategies and organizations of this world were.

When he debated with his commanders about strategies to invade the first important fortified city that would be attacked. 

His strategists surrounding him came up with the strategy of taking everything that the army had available and charged with everything at the front door and overwhelm it with higher numbers. 

He had to hold himself back from facepalming and he couldn’t even get angry, he couldn't even be disappointed.

That was it.

That was their strategy, to go headlong into the wooden walls, where they would probably be killed by a shower of arrows from the guards and pegasus.

But he should blame himself, he trained them only on how to coordinate well and how to command troops in battle, but overall strategies they were basically a blank book.

But he would use this to his advantage, since they would have no idea how to plan they would be even more dependent on his orders, absurdly decreasing the chances of them disobeying him, even if they are already very low.

He passed his gaze over his warriors in white armor around their various extinguished bonfires, some without helmets and others without their bracelets, cooking, talking and laughing.

This brought many memories to Vader, but he had to let go of nostalgia, even though he missed having a competent and sarcastic captain by his side.

The Black Lord saw how the art of war in this place was very poorly developed, they practically just got together in a place predetermined by the leaders, and if they played each other like a violent mob, without strategy or organization, the winner is those who survive or who do not give up.

The first thing he needed to do was reform the organization of his army, he needed warriors / soldiers.

He needed each soldier to create bonds, to trust each other, to break any doubts they may have in order to be more effective and brutal in combat, if they go through the same difficulties together and with each other they can manage go through these difficulties, he will have an unstoppable army.

Vader wanted the social divide that was WE/Humans and THEM/Everybody else, that humans respect each other and coexist in harmony and he would do everything possible for WE to have such a hatred of THEM that the trivial difference in location and positioning is completely forgotten.

Then he started step by step (Boring explanation about how the army will be formed in the beginning, if you don't want to ready this, jump a few lines): 10 warriors form a squad, they are forced to eat and live with each other, forcing them to work together no matter what lineage, city or clan they came from, he would break that stupid and backward division they would have.

Each Squad would start with the elders as a leader, the Staff Sergeant, because they lived much longer and had a much broader experience, but each Squad could elect anyone to be a second-in-command named First Sergeant for balance the leader and advise him.

10 of these squads would form a company of 100 soldiers, where the appointed leader of Sergeant Major would be elected by the leaders of each squad, and 10 of these companies would form a battalion of 1,000 individuals.

Each battalion leader named Supreme Major is appointed by the Supreme Lord depending on whether it is for his enormous merit or loyalty, that this moment the Supreme Lord was Vader.

This not only organized the structure of his army very well in an easy way for everyone to understand and be able to follow through, but it also generated a chain of command that each soldier would fight bravely to conquer.

And any civilian who did not do military service should do something to help the 'greater good'; harvesting fuel, organizing pastures, teaching as teachers, cooking, trading, creating weapons or even doing music and dancing to entertain the troops.

With that Vader ended classes and bloodlines, everyone worked for the benefit of the group and everyone received the rewards.

The Plan was simple, to make a fair meritocratic society, and anyone who neglected their services or committed any crime within someone under the Vader's banner, entered the in the chopping block, and whoever betrayed or committed a crime too high that death was not good enough for him....?

They were 'recruited' to the Forsaken Executioners

Each commander would have an insignia attached to the right part of his chest where he would show his rank, a red square and below a blue square, always in pairs, the higher the number, the higher the Rank.

For Vader, this was a piece of cake, he had simply taken some rankings and names from the Imperial Army, and put the groundwork for a normal society, but his citizens and military commanders considered him a genius of organization, being of divine creativity and knowledge.

In those moments he really wonders that impersonating a deity was a good idea.

He also modified his armor again, where he was able to join more mobility and visibility, and put traces of gold to show off his 'divine' and leadership status.

But now he couldn't think about it, as a huge commotion started in a distant part of the field, crackling of muskets and smoke in the distance, along with several soldiers hurried past him, looking at his guards he nodded , giving a silent command.

The Enforcers returned the wave, and would shoot at absurd speeds in the direction of the smoke, jumping from tent to tent.

He watched their silhouettes disappear, and walked slowly towards the commotion, he was in no hurry and was tired, he would let his guards prove their worth.





He spit on the floor, a mixture of drool and blood would fall on the white soldier's metal shoe, who would only respond with a 'hunf' and then catched the prisoner by the collar and then headbutted him, making him scream in pain as he fell on the floor on his back, blood running down his nose as he futilely tried to stop.

"Know your place Equestrian scum."

He would snarl at the soldier who now had a blood stain on his helmet, but he wouldn't respond, just looking away with a facial expression that mixed shame with hatred.

"Ensign, report"

The Unicorn bulged its eyes in response to the new voice, it was dark, metallic and muffled, it was scary.

His horn had suddenly started to burn, a sensation he had never experienced before.

On his knees, he slowly and with much effort would try to lift his head and see the newcomer, he had barely managed to have a glance at the foot of the figure that had arrived and received a powerful punch in the back of the head, making him gasp as he closed his eyes as he rested his forehead on the floor.

"Stay on the ground you shit! I don't want you staining our lord's presence with your miserable life." He heard the soldier from before cursing him.

"Enough already Ensign, I need this unicorn alive." The strong voice of the newcomer berated him

"My apologies, my lord, but scum like this don't deserve to contaminate your grand presence." 

The other voice was silent, but his footsteps could be heard, they were getting louder and louder.

Until the pony could hear the noise literally in front of him.

"Stand up, NOW"  The voice roared in an authoritarian and powerful tone, in desperation the unicorn quickly risen and stayed between both knees while slowly raising its gaze, afraid to offend whoever the giant was in front of it.

Just looking at his feet, he was already very scared, his armor style was detailed in an absurd level, details that went from his feet to his head, and his eyes were blood with no life, it was terrifying.

"Free him."

A gigantic silence reigned, no one believing what they had just heard.

"M-my lord?" The guard looked at his boss, he could see the enormous confusion behind his mask.

"Did. i. Stutter? " The black giant asked calmly and frighteningly to his subordinate, who just raised his hands as if surrendering in front of his face and shook his head in panic.

"N-not a-at all m-my lord! R-right away!" He immediately did what was told, and the unicorn could feel his hands loosening, and then when the last rope loosened, he looked at his hands and slowly at the giant completely confused and a little bit hopeful.

"Wh-why?" No answer, just silence.

After almost a minute with both of them facing each other and the pony getting more and more nervous and sweaty.

"Get out of here, and tell the owner of that town what you saw here." 

Pony looked at Vader as if he had grown a second head, but he had already lost patience and he pulled the pony by its horn, which the same screamed in surprise.

Vader looked at him deeply, and the unicorn could see the yellowish glow coming out of the black lord's eyes, he trembled, his mouth opened and closed very fast, unable to formulate any sentence.

"GET OUT!"

With this roar, the pony could not even react when Vader without pushing or moving an muscle, threw the unicorn away.

He flew a few meters screaming until he finally landed on the ground on his back, he got up stumbling in despair and running down the road he came from like his life depended on it.

The Warrior slowly turns to his lord, confusion described in all his body language.

"My lord.... Why let him go...? Why want him to tell our location....?"

Vader was silent for a few moments, still watching the Unicorn in panic as he continued to run on the horizon.

"I am testing the competence of the Lord of this region."

The soldier tilted his head in confusion, and the dark lord would turn his head to meet his gaze.

"A competent commander would dispatch his army immediately upon discovering a threat to his own people, to quickly end it as fast as it begun."


"And if he not....?" Vader returned his gaze to the road where the unicorn fled and would chuckle.

"If he not, then the city is already ours."

> The Spoiled meet the Despoiler
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

"WAKE UP UP UP YOU PIECES OF SHIT WAKE UP!"

He barely had time to react, he just jumped out of bed and fell flat on his face, that woke him up, he moaned in pain and got up standing in a military position beside the bed while he tried to reason what was going on.

He could only notice his superior with his silver armor entering his field of vision, looking specifically at him with a face of pure anger, today was going to be one of THOSE days.

"WHAT IS YOUR NAME MAGGOT??"

He snapped his thumb and squeezed it hard as he could, so as to not commit any action he would regret in the future.

"Flawless Arrow sir!"

The sergeant just gave an arrogant smile.

" 'Flawless Arrow' huh? Where ya are born comes with rainbows coming out of your ass soldier?!? DO YOU THINK YOU ARE SPECIAL?!"

He gritted his teeth hard, yes, it was a very spoiled name, but he did everything to honor it, he knew what the commander was doing, but he would not let him distract or irritate him.

"Sir no sir!"

The commander placed both of his hands on his back while looking him in the eye.

"I AM NOT A SIR! I WORK FOR A LIVING YA'BASTARD!"

He screamed at flawless arrow, spitting a little saliva in it with his screams, even so he did not come out of his military pose, the Commander would literally kill him if he did.

"YOU SHALL CALL ME COMMANDER!! COMMANDER SILVERHEAD, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME??!"

"YES COMMANDER!"

He responded by doing everything he could in his power to not lose his composure, the commander could be smaller than him, yet he was terrifying.

"What you are SOLDIER?"

"I'm just a guard sir! I'm a nobody!"

He nodded at him and started marching again between the beds while continuing to shout.

"EXACTLY! AS HE SAID, YOU ARE ALL A BUNCH OF NOBODY'S! JUST AN GROUP OF BUCKET HEADS!"

Flawless arrow only heard him walking away, his footsteps gaining a considerable distance, even so, his shouts practically continued in the same tone and volume.

"WHAT YOU ARE??!"

Several booming voices together that of Arrow shouted trying to keep up with the commander's tone.

"WE ARE THE CRYSTAL GUARD!"

"WHAT IS YOUR DUTY??"

"IS TO SERVE THE CRYSTAL THRONE!!"

A pause came on for a short time, until a huge noise of crash came in the barracks, as if someone were stepping on the floor with great force.

"WHO SITS IN THE CRYSTAL THRONE??"

"OUR GODDESS OF BEAUTY AND LOVE PRINCESS CADENCE!!"

"DAMN RIGHT, GET YOUR ARSES TO YOUR GUARDING POSTS!! HUT HUT!"

Quickly he stepped out of his position and ran to his closet, as he reached out and grabbed the lock and opened the wooden door, he removed his metal armor from the closet and quickly begin to place the pieces little by little on his body.

The armor was extremely heavy but very beautiful, it had pieces to put on all parts of the body and they could all be removed and put on easily, but that doesn't take away the fact that it takes time to do that.

He felt a tap on his shoulder, Arrow turned his head to see who had interrupted him while he changed his clothes. Arrow smiled at the greenish-blue Crystal pony next to him, it was his best friend, Hardwings.

"Damn, Scarface is pretty energetic today."

His smile widens while he put his gloves.

"No shit, but it's the beginning of the summer, so obviously he wouldn't wanna miss a chance to make an commotion about it."

His friend laughed while putting one piece of his silver boot.

"Ain't that the truth? My family is about to move to the capital in the next days."

He widens his eyes at this, but immediately he punched lightly the shoulder of his friend.

"NO FUCKEN WAY! You got the money??"

His friend laughed while passing his arms by his shoulder.

"YES! Our friend mayor decided that for my 'heroic deeds' I had to receive a reward!"

He rose an eyebrow at his friend as he ran his hand through the air with an expression of happiness.

"What? That chase against a couple of starving diamond dogs?"

His smile changed to a mocking one while he poked his friend's chest.

"The chase where you ran away!"

He just looked to the other side while he wrapped his arms around his chest and growled.

"I was calling help."

"You ran away!"

"I did not!"

"Yes, you did!"

"I did not!"

"MAGGOTS!"

Both of them almost had a heart attack and immediately looked with shocked expressions at the entrance door of the barracks where the shout came from, and there was the commander, with his authoritarian position, and he was NOT happy.

"I TOUGHT I ORDERED YOU TWO TO GO TO YOUR GUARDING POSTS WITH THE REST OF THE GROUP!"

Both entered a military position in response to the commander.

"SORRY COMMANDER!" both exclaimed with eyes closed in an attempt to hide their fear.

Both failed miserably.

"GET BOTH OF YOUR SORRY EXCUSE OF CRYSTAL ASSES TO THE GATES! DOUBLE TIME!"

"YES COMMANDER!"

Both of them wasting no more time on small talk, they both ran to finish dressing and stumble a little while running to their posts. Neither of them knew that in that exact day would mark a dark start for everyone in that village, and in the future, the entirety of Equestria.





He slowly marched from side to side, maintaining his serious expression while doing this above the gates, he had been like this for a long time, he had already lost track of time, but feeling the sun's rays on his skin he could say that it was already approaching midday.

Patrolling was very important and Flawless Arrow knew that, but it didn't take away the fact that it sucked. Marching for hours on end doing absolutely nothing but looking good and looking at your surroundings that never changed.

Yes, he already faced problems in his patrols, but they were always either half-mouthed muggers or bad bandits, and if he was unlucky, Diamond dogs would appear. Even though in recent months their number of attacks from mountainous regions have dropped to an absurd level.

Obviously it raised a lot of eyebrows, but each explanation is worse than the other, all diamond dogs died in some way without any explanation, another said that it was changelings that expanded in that area, obviously without any proof, and the most absurd of all explanations, it said that humans woke up from hibernation from a time before the solar crusade and that they started to expand, which he already thinks is absurd, how the hell would they hibernate? Monkeys don't have the ability to do such a thing, possibly runaway slaves?

Possible, but he couldn't believe it, the last rebellion was a massacre and it just proved to everyone that there was not an iota of chance for humans to achieve something like rebelling, they have no magic, that already makes them inferior in everything but strength, they were basically created to be workers and Celestia just took advantage of it.

"ARROW! ARROW!"

Shouts close to him would take him out of his thoughts, he would look ahead to see another guard waving at him.

"W-what?? What is it?" He asked baffled.

"Look! Someone is coming!" The other guard shouted, pointing to something further to his left.

He couldn't contain his wide-eyed expression in front of the gates.

A black hooded figure with a black cloak that covered his entire body slowly walked towards the gates. At first glance he didn't find anything interesting, as he was supposed to be just a lone traveler coming through the city.

But what surprised him was what was behind the hooded figure.

Camouflaged in the snow with their white armor and just visible to be seen by their neighbors and brands, a giant army accompanied him, and with the camouflage and snow it made it even worse, it was not possible to know how many could have been thousands and thousands!

And the flags that they carried, where unlike anything he had ever seen; the symbol was several layers of circles, first red, then black, and finally white, which surrounded a new layer of black, which contained more symbols that circled a black handle highlighted in black on another white layer.

And he then with a quick thought noticed, they did not mark clouds of smoke and dust on their march from afar because of the snow!

An unknown army marching right at them!!

In desperation, he ran to the bell close by his post and began to beat it desperately as he turned to his companion.

"CALL THE COMMANDER! HURRY! GO!"





Slowly the gates opened to reveal a contingent of crystal pony's with their iconic silver armor flanking what Vader deduced as a commander in his golden armor.

They marched towards him, they didn't show it, but many of them were terrified. The dark lord already knew about these types of warriors, they probably had never seen combat in their lives, thinking that the guard's job was just to maintain order and arrest bandits, and now an invading army was at their door.

He could not contain his smile under the helmet as they stopped in front of him, the commander even maintaining his air of authority could not hide the sweat that was running down his face, even so, he built up enough courage to walk away from the group and face Darth Vader.

"W-what's the meaning of this??" he loudly exclaimed at the cloaked figure which in return only tilted his head.

Before Darth Vader could say anything, one of his Supreme Majors would leave his battalion and march alongside his lord.

"Show some proper respect damn horse!" He roared under his helmet while hitting his spear hard on the ground, all the crystal guards just gaped at the black-line knight while his commander just fumed with it.

"Do you know who am i?? I am Prince Blueblood you damn barbarian! I demand respect!" The newly proclaimed 'Blueblood' would say puffing out his chest in pride, while the Major on Vader's side would seem to be more agitated by this. 

Even so, the Dark Lord was silent, his interested was peaked in his Major's sudden outburst, and would love to see how far he would go just to defend his overlord.

"I say the same to you horned scum! You are in the presence of Lord Vader! Our Supreme Ruler! The protector of humanity!" 

He roared and raised his spear in the air at the same time, while the army behind him who listened to everything in silence responded with their own roars of approval; hitting their spears on the ground in response, hitting their swords on their shields, and raising their muskets in the air.

The Prince and his guards took a few steps back with surprise with the roar from the army, yet he composed himself and took a few steps towards Vader with an arrogant smile.

"Really? Did a little monkey decide to name himself 'Lord'?" He asked with a laugh being followed be his guards.

The Warrior next to Vader took another step to threaten Princepe, but the Sith raised his hand with a signal for him to stop, which he hesitated a little but complied.

"Listen here you ape, your little joke of a title has left me in a good mood, and while you may have taken your grandiose title out of thin air and its legitimacy holds no weight to anypony but to you filthy apes. But on the other hand, I am the NEPHEW OF A GODDESS!", he said posing to show off.

"So I recommend you and your 'Army' to surrender back to their true owners and return those weapons and armor that are likely stolen, Beings like humans don't have enough brains to really-" He was not be able to continue his speech as he begun to stutter and suddenly choked on nothing, running his hand over his throat desperately in an attempt to find an invisible assailant and take off his hands from his throat.

And suddenly, to the shock and despair of their guards, and the major's smile beside Vader, he begun to float in the air while trying desperately to remove the invisible hand that raised him.

"Dear Prince, if there is one thing that I have no greater hatred than slavery is nepotism." Vader's muffled, metallic voice boomed to everyone around him as he kept his hand raised and clutched in the air, using the force to strangle him.

"Your false superiority will not work for me, nor your exaggerated grandiosity, I already know your type, who hide behind the conquest of others to increase their own image." The Sith said with rancor, he was not gonna not lie, he was very pleased to see the looks of despair and horror on his face.

"Still, everyone like you learns the hard way why I am have gained the title of Sith Lord." He sais as he squeezed his neck tighter, making him groan in pain.

"I became a Lord not because I am the blood of someone powerful, i became a lord because I AM POWER." With that sentence, he opened his palm and closed hard in the air, throwing the prince hard at the wall, making it go through the wood and creating a huge hole.

The Crystal guards looked at him in panic, while the human army cheered. Vader threw his rags aside and marched towards the desperate guards.

"Kill them all"
> The Hate and Anger of Humanity Unleashed
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Kill them all"  He ordered his troops, who all cheered to see the arrogant unicorn being thrown as if it were garbage, was inspiring and terrifying and upon receiving the order, he was not able to hold his smile under his helmet.

He had been trained for this, he had been chosen for it personally by a god. Failing the first battle is one of the furthest things from his mind.

This Major would win this city for his master or die trying.

Joining the roaring knights around him in their divine white armor designed by Vader himself, and with his brothers, he charged at the gates that closed at an alarming rate.

At that moment a wave of concern passed over his body in the middle of the charge, when the god of anger joined him at the planning table, he assured the Major that no siege equipment was necessary, that it would take longer than necessary.

Questioning his own god was unthinkable, but now as he and his brothers advanced with all their fury towards the rapidly closing wooden gates he could not contain the thoughts of doubt in his mind.

But it all disappeared as quickly as it appeared in those few moments.

The aura of darkness that surrounded his master was monumental, abundant and the closer he got to the gates, the more they spread, the more they got closer, the more it entered each of the brothers who followed him on the offensive.

His master's hatred and anger was monumental, he could feel it, his own anger seemed to increase the closer he got to Vader and he could see the same could be applied to his brothers and sisters.

Suddenly, the gates buckled as if they were paper, with just a gesture with his hand, he destroyed the entrance to the small town and the guards who were trying to close it, they barely managed to scream before the death of their mortal bodies, being pierced and impaled by the broken wood.

His smile never stopped growing, he had heard the rumors of many of the freed brothers and sisters who witnessed the fury of his lord in person. How he manipulated the air with magic without having any horns, how he smashed his enemies with a strength and fury that could rival 100 minotaurs, how he advanced with a speed that would put Rainbow Dash to shame.

Now he had no doubt, he would never question the capabilities of his master again, after witnessing first hand, he could confirm, nothing else would stop them with the guiding hand of such a being.

His master who walked all that time surprised him again, when the army was already beside Vader, he gave a dash forward, when stepping on the ground a huge percentage of the rocks in his heel were thrown back and he almost disappeared in absurd speed, smashing the line of ponies that had formed at the entrance in a futile attempt to stop Vader's furious legion.

They flew in all directions, while the few who managed to keep their ground were cut down by the Sith Lord with his sword, it's red bright light looked like that contained the red glow of the stars.

But he could no longer contain his sights to his Lord, who was already well above the lines and tearing apart the groups of the remaining Crystal Guards. Even with his master already at a distance devastating entire battalions, the hatred and rage he emanated of him only grew more even with him fast distancing himself, he infected the entire army with it, all of them screamed and attacked the enemy lines like demons, being moved by a rage and hatred that was not theirs but that infected them like a virus.

All the hatred they held for years of servitude and ill-treatment, all the memories and past experiences, came back like a bullet train hitting them at high speed.

Their thoughts were already in places they shouldn't have been, the Major no longer cared about leading his men, as they no longer cared about the organization of the lines, they were just with a thought in mind, their orders.

KILL THEM ALL.

He didn't think straight anymore, he was almost deaf with the roars of his own brothers, and like them, he attacked like a rabid dog, the baptism of fire of Vader's legion was more different and brutal than anything that had happened in Equestrian history.

The Crystal Guards were terrified of the brutality and savagery of the human attack, it took five ponies to take down a single human at that state, and the ones behind trampled the body's as if it was just soil to be crossed, when the weapons of some failed, they fought and ripped apart their enemies with their own hands.

The lines of the already demoralized Crystal guards broke, and the legions of the god of anger flooded the city, many seemed to have even gained a reddish color due to the amount of blood that ran down their armor making their appearance even more terrifying.

They didn't distinguish between guard and civilian, they just cut down anyone in their way.

The Major was running down a street next to a contingent that had come the same way, the people in front of him had no armor, just colored clothes fit to aristocracy, some carrying products and goods or walking together.

But they didn't see civilians, they just saw easier targets.

The panic screams were sunk in the roar of hatred of the white demons that beheaded, impaled and shot anyone in front of them.

Ponies ran in all directions, some trying to escape to their homes only to be killed, others futilely tried to fight back with their spells or fists, and those with wings tried to fly away, some were caught by musket fire, but most managed to escape.

The Major after impaling another pony, he threw the body into a window in one of the houses next to him, turning back to the street while wiping his sword in his hand, he looked for more targets.

"AHHHHH! DADDY HELP!"

He looked again at the broken window where he heard the cry of despair, target acquired.


Marching to the door, he could hear hurried footsteps on a wooden floor, with a powerful blow with his sword he would cut a part of the door, making a hole, then he then gave another blow opening it further.

Then he then sticked his hand in the huge crack and look for the doorknob location, more screams could be heard in the background and some barely legible voices.

"DADDY! A MONSTER IS TRYING TO OPEN THE DOOR!! I AM SCARED!"

He felt the door handle, and by feeling a little more, he could feel the lock, but without a key, he tried furiously to open the door by moving the handle on the inside, but without success.

"D-don't worry s-swettie, n-nothing will happen to you, d-daddy is here for you."

Getting furious at the handle that wouldn't open in any way, he pulled his hand out of the hole, and walked away from the door, preparing to try to break it open.

"H-he is g-gone....?"

Charging with a roar using his shoulder as a ramming ramp, he struck with everything he had on the door, splitting it in half together with a thin female scream.

Looking around, he saw that he was at the entrance to a luxurious house, removing the rubble from his shoulders, he noticed in the corner of the room, three figures, two female and one male, two adults and a foal.

Slowly he walked towards them, his steps making the whole family tremble, he dragged his sword on the ground, cutting the thin wood and forming a path, he gasped as he gritted his bloodthirsty teeth under his helmet.

"STOP!"

He stopped at the sudden desperate plea, he slowly passed his display to the source of the voice, the now standing adult male, he had an expression of despair, sweat sliding down his breathless face.

"P-p-please! M-m-mercy, p-p-please!"

Under his helmet, he just gritted his teeth even more, the audacity to ask for pity after so much pain that his species inflicted humanity, he does not deserve pity, he does not deserve redemption.

The Major took another step, this caused an immediate reaction from the stallion, who clasped his hands together tightly as a sign of pity.

"P-please! J-just S-spare o-our d-daughter! S-SHE D-DOESN'T D-DESERVE THIS!"

That caused Vader's soldier to pause again, his daughter?

He looked again at the two females, noting the girl's desperate expression, the messy makeup and the tear marks that passed from her eyes and all over her face.

She was terrified.

She was afraid of him.

Passing his vizor to his hand, he started reflect on the blood that flowed through his fingers, the blood that was not his, the blood that followed him in all the trail he left.

Did she deserve this...?

Parents' sins shouldn't be the fault of their offspring... But.... Their sins will be replicated by her in the future by their teachings..... Wouldn't?

But a voice in his head told him that this was a line that he should not cross, that it was abominable, that he was already crossing all the possible limits.

He relaxed his arms, and an ounce of hope appeared on their faces.

𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐀𝐋𝐋

Vader's voice hits in his head.

But he couldn't possibly mean the death of even the children....?

𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐀𝐋𝐋

But that was barbaric! He understood the death of adults for all their abuse, adultery and inhuman treatment, but childr-

𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐀𝐋𝐋

He may be a god, but that doesn't give him the right to-

𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋. 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌. 𝐀𝐋𝐋

Even his rational side screaming as much as possible was all in vain, his hatred, the anger all influenced by that of the sith god had completely overwhelmed him.

If the god of anger wanted blood, he would have blood.

With his new vigor and strength that he didn't even thought he had, he gave a new battle cry and raised his sword to the now completely surprised stallion, making a powerful cut in the pony's chest making him scream in pain.

"DADDY!"

Even with the surprise attack, the pony regained its balance and extending its hand to the side and feeling without taking its gaze from the white demon in front of it. 

He took a plate from the table beside him and hit it with everything he had in the face of the human, breaking the plate on impact, which would make him let out a grunt of pain and stagger backwards.

He quickly turned back to his family.

"STAR! TAKE ROPE AND RUN!"

Before she could respond or react in any way, a sword came out of Stallion's belly, who screamed in pain.

The Major only looked at the pony by his vizor with disgust, and kicked him forward to remove the sword from his back, causing his now lifeless body to fall in front of his wife and daughter.

He passed his gaze to the two who scream with tears of despair as he approached them both with his sword dripping the blood of their family member.

"No mercy...." The major's muffled hateful voice came out of his helmet.





The Battle of Coldwick, or as it would be remembered in the future,the Coldwick Massacre was the first official battle between humans and ponies, and was Vader's reveal for all Equestria, the brutality and bloodlust of the troops combined with Vader's power and influence with his dark aura would make rumors of this 'god' spread all over the world.

The Empire of Humanity had revealed itself, The Human Revolution had begun.





The Dark Madness: It is a temporary side effect in the slave army in their fight for the 'God of Anger', The Coldwick massacre was the first instance of reports of such an occurrence.

Subject to exposure, they are observed to lose all their senses and common sense. They are overcome by an unstoppable rage and fury where the human goes through hallucinations and an abundant production of adrenaline in his body.

It has been observed by survivors that humans who have suffered from Dark Madness begin to see each and every pony as the embodiment of what they hate most, in most cases they can see their former owners that they have created unimaginable hatred or something that has caused a lot of pain and suffering in the past.

When seized by this temporary mental instability makes them a completely frightening and considered 'unstoppable' force, even though it is clearly possible to kill a human suffering from this disease, they completely ignore the pain and attack with a fervor practically never seen before even for dragons.

They would no longer value their own lives, doing everything in the most barbaric ways possible to slaughter everything and everyone in front of them, their bloodlust could break even the most hardened warriors.

It is not yet known how to create a possible cure for such an occurrence, but it was observed that cases like these only occur when their 'God' is present in the battle, it was theorized that somehow he could influence the minds of his soldiers with black magic never before seen.

It is recommended to capture slaves who have this 'mentality' (if possible) for dissection in an attempt to better understand its nature
> Consequences of a bloody victory
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To say that Coldwick's fall was a monumental shock is not enough, the Equestrian and Crystal Empire Authorities tried to contain as much information as possible about the small town to prevent panic and try to gradually discover what really happened, not believing completely in the few eyewitnesses. However, it was all in vain when a survivor managed to contact a writer from one of Canterlot's most prestigious newspapers, and when the papers arrived on the shelves, the shit really hit the fan.

News of a city falling into the hands of a possible slave revolt spread across the nation like wildfire, and the testimonies of some survivors was terrifying. The tales of the streets painted with blood and bodies piled on all sides gave a sense of panic in many pony's, not even the news of the Griffins' civil war or the coup d'état in the Changelings Empire had as much turmoil as this.

Even when demanding answers, the Princesses refused to return an answer.

The place that was most infected by this paranoia and fear was the Senate of Equestria, where all other state problems were completely ruled out when they received this news firsthand, and even in full denial, but when sending guards in the city to find out what happened, they received the news from less than half of them.

Many were ambushed by an enemy who used snow as camouflage, and only bodies were found weeks later, the few who managed to return, returned with injuries. And the reports shocked them, the city had been occupied by an army, a HUMAN army, with armor forged by professional hands and they were very well armed.

When news of slaves who possibly fled, and disappeared, no one had even called to notify their superiors, believing that possibly something small like this should not concern them. And even after news of a possible 'black lord' appearing they also ignored this, suggesting lame excuses from incompetent guards and fisherman stories.

But now? With the husband of the goddess of love reports a huge settlement of runaway slaves growing every day and together with the capture of one of the Elements for the same slaves. The Senate couldn't ignore it anymore, they managed to keep the news of Rainbow Dash's disappearance a secret from the population and family with excuses she was out doing 'long missions'.

But with the revelations to the public and possible crisis in their hands, the Senate voted to send an Royal Guard Army to crush this rebellion before it spreads, and with a move that surprised many, they only had the approval of Princess Celestia, Princess Luna abstained from the senate at the time of the vote.

What they did not know was that the division between their princesses grew with each passing day, the same could be said of the hope of the human slaves.

Rumors of a Dark Lord who led the rebellion and who called himself 'God of Rage', along with tales of his incredible powers spread far and wide among the slaves, who announced among themselves that the era of humanity's retribution was approaching, while others they believed this to be bullshit, and that the rebellion was destined to fail.

While with Vader, the baptized fire of his forces in a nutshell could be described as a total disaster, yes, he managed to conquer the city with almost nonexistent casualties. But that was only with his direct interference, and his troops were more like a 'violent mob' than a proper army, and he regretted leaving his orders vague as he did.

The Massacre was not something he planned, even though he understood the complete hatred and revenge of his troops better than anyone after decades of slavery, he did not expect his troops to massacre everyone.

He only discovered the bodies of dismembered families in their own homes at the end of the battle, he did not punish his troops for his own fault, but even so, it did not prevent him from brutally punishing them with extreme beatings for extreme lack of organization and lack of any attempted order by its officers.

The Lord of the Sith made a point of personally burying the children, feeling that they at least deserved it after all this disgrace, and let his army decide the fate of the adults' bodies.

Some suggestions almost made him feel disgusted by his own troops, some suggested cutting off their heads and placing them around the city to demoralize their enemies and some suggested leaving some bodies for soldiers to 'have fun'.

Vader was not known in the Empire for his patience, and his reputation has not changed here, they thought that simply because he was a cold and calculating killing god meant that he would not feel an ounce of empathy for his enemies.

They were wrong.

Those who suggested this were immediately 'recruited' to the Forsaken Executioners, and the thoughts of doing something abusive with the bodies vanished as quickly as they appeared.

But Vader used one of the very clever suggestions, he had the bodies thrown in the blacksmiths furnaces, using them as fuel to repair their armaments and cremating them at the same time, making them useful for his war-machine and 'respecting' their bodies.

He then gathered all of his warriors at a massive bonfire where they would celebrate their first victory and where they would welcome their civilian brothers and sisters who would arrive in the city that night.

The Dark Lord, then gave a brief speech to his soldiers after receiving news from the Specter Corps about a large army en route to their locality, his words were stuck with them for the rest of their lives and would be passed down from father to son in the future generations, words that would become written in the highest pantheons of humanity as a symbol of the beginning of their journey and struggle towards freedom, words that did go down in history

"The path we choose for the present is full of dangers, as all paths are, but it is the most consistent with our character as a species. The cost of freedom is always high, one that Humanity has always paid for without gaining anything in It is a path that we will never choose, that is the path of surrender and submission. Our goal is not the victory of power, but the vindication of what is right! The right to walk without chains around your neck, the right to choose your own destiny.

As warriors, you must not fight exclusively for what you hate in front of you, but for what you love behind you! Let the world listen! Let the world know that we shall go our way into war! And we shall be accompanied by the spirit of millions of our martyrs, our ancestors tortured and burned for their existence, our murdered fathers and butchered mothers, our murdered brothers and strangled children.

In this war we shall break the enemy and bring salvation to our people, tried in the furnace of persecution, thirsting only for freedom, for righteousness, and for justice! 

You all are everything creation has to offer! You are ambition! You are curiosity! You are graceful mercy and cooperation to those below with you, and you are undying fury and pure hatred for those that stand in your way! You are flawed, but driven towards perfection!

We are humanity, and it is your destiny to walk among the stars!"

His speech had the effect he expected, the warriors all cheered together to form a choir of roars that together could easily rival the roar of a Star Destroyer engine.

This would form an absurd sense of moral and social superiority among his soldiers and civilians that would be carried for decades to come which would have consequences that Vader would never have expected to form.

But that was not on the Sith's mind at the time, just wanted to show his soldiers that they were much more than they thought, and the result was an absurd and vigorous boost of morale for the future battle, which would decide the course of not only the new nation of Vader, but the course of the whole world.
> Who is he?
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

            Ministry of Reappropriation and Property Management of Equestrian Slaves to C҉͓̟͇̼͕̻ͭ͌ͩ̒͘͜͡͞͠e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞l̶҉̰͚͖͕̍̈́̅͗̏̇͢͜͜͝e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞s҉̝̭̦͚̑ͯ̌͡t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͜͢͠͡͡i҉̧̯̤̙͔̑ͧ̅̔ͦ́͜͟͢͝͠a҉͖̟̜̞̂̃̑̽͢͢͠͡'s҉̝̭̦͚̑ͯ̌͡ i҉̧̯̤̙͔̑ͧ̅̔ͦ́͜͟͢͝͠n̸͐̈́͟͟͝n̸͐̈́͟͟͝e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞r҉̵҉̛̠̩̥̋ͦ̆͆͟͞͡͞͠ c̷̶҉̵̢͚̣̻̲̬͑̑͛͐̀͜͜͜͝͡͝͠i҉̧̯̤̙͔̑ͧ̅̔ͦ́͜͟͢͝͠r҉̵҉̛̠̩̥̋ͦ̆͆͟͞͡͞͠c̷̶҉̵̢͚̣̻̲̬͑̑͛͐̀͜͜͜͝͡͝͠l̶҉̰͚͖͕̍̈́̅͗̏̇͢͜͜͝e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞

These files are confidential by order of the goddess of the sun, violation of the parameters of interaction with these documents will be carried out with the following penalties: imprisonment in Tartarus or execution. You have been warned!

The documents below were filed in several events and tragedies circulating a single individual, and can only be read by a select few: members of the council, the Princess of the Sun and those in her inner circle.

Human Subject: XTX-9999

Codename: 'God of Anger'
  (Because of its offensive and blasphemous nature, the name will not be revealed under any circumstances to the population by orders from the council and with the approval of Celestia, a human to declare himself a god is absurd and it has been declared that it shouldn't be taken seriously, the repercussions and disinformation it could bring if leaked would be utter chaos, all information removed must be kept secret at all costs.)

Designation by Master: Unknown

Age: Unknown, Speculated from 30 to 40 years.

Owner: Unknown

Nationality: Unknown

Most appropriate way of use: Unknown

Current State: FUGITIVE 

Level of danger if the property escape from their owners: DRAGON (The council of the MRPME is preparing to increase the threat level to DEMON after the fall of the town of Coldwick)

Description: He was described by visual and face-to-face descriptions by survivors and by the Shining Armor himself as a black-Clad armored giant towering 5 to 6 hoof tall/2 meters in size. He uses black armor with an massive helmet of what has been described to be made of many possible materials, varying between; Iron, Steel or Bronze, this in question are still under heavy debate about which material is truly used by this figure.


Hand drawing by one of the victims demonstrating what the subject was like, the accuracy of it is still in debate.

It's origin is a complete mystery, many speculate that it could be somehow connected with the recent catastrophic events that marked the fall of the meteorite in the northern region of the Crystal Empire, due to the fact that the reports of it's origin happened in very close days of the incident, but that was quickly dismissed as just crazy speculation and conspiracy theories, others opine that he was a slave who was ordered to death but managed to escape to the high tundras of the Crystal Empire and returned for revenge, another deduced that he was a possible unicorn duke who lost his lands and was using slaves to cause as much chaos as possible among several others in an attempt to pressure the Crystal authorities to give his title back.

Many of the authorized personnel came to an agreement that the 'rebellious Duke' theory made the most sense, as reports not only explained his absurd feats in combat that no slave would ever be able to accomplish, but they also said he could run at absurd speeds and had within him a physical force that would make a Stallion blush when throwing guards in all directions with ease. His abilities and skills are not yet fully understood, when contacting proceed with extreme caution.

This entity is responsible for the huge recent massacre in Coldwick, where it commands a well-armed giant robbed human army, how it acquired the equipment and armor is still under debate, possible theft of Royal Guard equipment and kidnapping of members.


Enormous searches for information from the XTX-9999 subject are underway, civil contact must be stopped immediately when reports from the entity are confirmed, and immediate quarantine protocols must be done in the region with the immediate deployment of a contingent of the legions of the sun must be sent to kill/capture him on the following crimes; Murder, Infanticide, possible Rape, Kidnapping and serious illegal detention, Robbery with violence against or intimidation of persons, Destructive arson, Plunder and many more still not registered.

By the Order of Celestia a bounty will be put a kill/capture on his head for any guard who finds this criminal, 50.000 bits for those who deliver the body and 350.000 bits to delivering him/her alive, a request will go to the Crystal Empire authorities to implement the same on their wanted list.

Note: Shining Armor is keen to ask to lead the search for this fugitive, personal problems and blame for the disappearance of the Element of Loyalty seem to be his motivations, by order of the glorious queen of all Equestria in all her wisdom the request was granted, Legion XXI was sent with him to his command to try to neutralize that threat.


-Doctor Hooves
> Bloopers (Non-Canon)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Passing by the guards and going through the door, he started walking towards a corridor, while he walked, he went through mazes of more and more corridors, they were full of life, soldiers patrolled and marched from side to side, tiny cleaning robots that looked like toy cars followed officers while making a little noise, which Darth Vader personally hated.

He turned down another corridor and walked towards to a door that was open, and passing through it, he found himself on front of the stairs that led him down to a massive hangar, not noticing one of the mouse droids passing by and accidentally stepping on top of him and slipping.

Immediately rolling down the stairs while everyone in the hangar stopped what they were doing and watched as the Sith breaking himself all the way down the stairs, closing their eyes and squirming with every 'Crack' he made when he hit a step.

Vader finally finished falling down by landing in a pile of containers stocked at the end and knocking them down like bowling pins, while many rushed to his rescue.

"JOSH! Are you okay??!" one of the engineers exclaimed while taking one of the containers out of Vader

"THIS WASN'T IN THE SCRIPT!" He held up a hand with his forefinger as he shouted at the stack of boxes.

"CUT!"





Slowly he nodded at the girl.

"We will rest for now, let them enjoy their recsten- Rescenc- Resablablah" He stammered as he spoke and gave up at the end while swallowing the microphone under the mask, making everyone around him burst laughing out loud at the scene.

"Haha h-how a-am i-i s-supposed t-to take you seriously with this?" She asked while trying, and failing to contain her giggles.

"With my entrancing personality?" He commented and fueling even more her laughter.

"CUT!"





"After fleeing for so long, one hour you would fall, did you think you could escape the clutches of the queen?"

Slowly the attacker would duck, and pull the head of Thorax up, holding him by the neck, and approaching his head from behind, he would face Thorax from the side, smiling victoriously and maliciously.

"I will not lie, your effeminate body would make you an excellent instrument of much pleasure..."

"H-Harder D-Daddy!~" Thorax moaned at his aggressiveness, making him jump in complete surprise.

"WHAT?" He shouted as he cringed and his companions laughed at his reaction, losing their composure.

"What?" Thorax asked like nothing had happened.

"WHAT THE FUCK THORAX?! CUT!"





"What do you mean by 'Festival of love because of the heating season'?"

He would repeat the information given to him to his adviser, the elder would only give a little chuckle with Vader's confused reaction.

"It is understandable you are confused on this matter, my lord, let me explain; Humans before the great war had no restrictions in periods of... 'Heat', they could do the 'act' whenever they pleased.

However, when we were defeated and enslaved by the Equestrians, they forced us to follow a pattern of when we could or could not try to have children, to be able to control the population and to be able to 'breed' stronger humans by selecting suitable male and female 'candidates' as the owners pleased.

The most common period they used is after winter, and after so many decades so.... Practically, we got used to it...."

After a short period Vader was silent, unable to believe what he was hearing.

"Who the fuck was the idea of this script?" This question just sparked a chuckle of the old man.

"JOSH! FOLLOW THE SCRIPT!" A voice shouted

"But what the fuck boss, even you must agree that this is fucked up!"

"Is MEANT to be this way! Follow the script!"

Vader just sighted while shaking his hands.

"Alright, sorry, sorry, where were we?"





Both walked slowly circling each other, Thorax outlines a calm and calculating expression.

After a while, both stopped and drew their metal swords and charged at each other.

The swords collided, and they both started exchanging blows, up-down-right-left, and repeated the process.

It was like a synchronized dance, they both seemed to know what the other was going to do before they actually did it.

After a few more strokes they broke apart, circling each other, until Thorax hit his legs on a rock and hit the ground with a shout.

Vader would just watch the scene by tilting his head to the side.

"Are you okay?"

"Alive" He muffled with his face still stuck in the snow.

"Why don't you stay that way? It suits you."

"Yeah, go fornicate thyself."

"CUT!"





"Tia, you know as well as I do! The spell I use for the stars is just an illusion spell! Ponies might think it's my fault, but I did absolutely nothing! Natural disasters are not my work!"

Celestia sighed while leaning back on her throne and placed a hand on her face.

"I know Luna... But how could you not see it before?
You always notify me when a Metal shower might-A com-A lig- A METEOR! A METEOR SHOWER OCCUR!." She Raged while babbling in her words.

Luna lost her seriousness and broke in a full blown laughter while the guards around chuckled while at least attempting in maintaining their stance, failing miserably.

"Dammit... Not again." She sighted while facepalming in the laughter of everyone in the room.

"Thousands of years carried on your back and still can't formulate a single word." Luna cheekily remarked to her sister while chuckling.

"Yeah, yeah go fuck yourself Luna."

"CUT!"
> Creating a Legend
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In their light, thou shalt be darkness
In times of doubt, thou shall keep Faith.
In throes of Rage, thou shall hone your craft.
In Vengeance, We shall have no Mercy.
In the midst of battle, We shall have no fear.
In the face of Death, We shall have no Remorse.
Lord Vader Protects our souls.
As we giveth them to him.

-Oath of any human warrior upon selection-





Two small dogs played together, one after the other, jumping and chasing each other while barking and rolling, their mother watched them carefully, to separate them if they took their play a little too seriously, being attentive in case any predators approach her territory.

In these forests it is not uncommon to find scenes like this, families of animals living their daily lives, each with a different path and tragic endings, but this mother was at her peak, and being the dominant of the territory helped her in that aspect.

The little fluffy balls are well fed and protected, but it is always good to prepare and prevent a possible disaster.

And as if the world responded to that line of thought, a huge bad feeling passed through the mother's belly, sunlight seemed to start to fail in its dazzling way, while her sixth sense seemed to scream with a fervor that she had never felt before.

It wasn't like when she realized it had a snake around, it was worse, worse than a bear, or a manticore, it was like he didn't belong in the food chain.

It was like it was from another totally different league.

And whatever it was, it was fast approaching.

The mother quickly barked at her offspring in alarm, where they immediately stopped what they were doing and looked at her.

She quickly jumped at the pups and shielding them just in time for a massive shockwave to cut through all the trees in the vicinity.

The little puppies cried loudly as the mother passed her gaze around, everything was destroyed, opening a passage ahead, giving her a frighteningly impressive sight.

A multitude of white dots from what she could describe to be ponies surrounding a black dot that she couldn't decipher what it was, but her sixth sense screamed that whatever it was, it was extremely necessary to keep as much distance from it.

And as if to confirm her thought, small electric shocks seemed to circulate the black entity, and then, a huge pillar of lightning flew to the skies that dispersed and flew to reach the surroundings, practically frying everything around it.

Without thinking twice, the mother took her puppies and put them on her back, and immediately shot into the unknown, she had to gain as much distance as possible from the darkness before it consumed her and her cubs





"As far as our scouts have been able to identify, the rebel forces have control over here and here." He Explained to all the Royal guards surrounding the table with the map

"Possibly they can already control a moderate portion of the northeastern territories of the Crystal Empire, their expansion should be stopped if we want to prevent the countryside from becoming a lawless land for these barbarians." The Captains all nodded while one of them raised his hand.

The White Unicorn nodded to him giving permission to speak.

"Sir, It should be impossible for the slaves to expand so astoundingly quickly over the villages, I would understand if it were some of those without walls, but whole towns?? The Reports said a revolt of rabid slaves, this looks more like a well-armed militia!" He Exclaimed in worry while the other officers started to murmur among themselves

Before he could reply, he noticed that everyone's attention would no longer be on the table or in the conversations, everyone had gone into complete silence, and everyone was looking directly behind him.

When he followed the direction of their gazes, he recognized a figure in front of him, he bulged his eyes when he saw his condition.

It was absolutely deplorable, he was absolutely brutalized.

One of his hands was completely chopped, blood from bruises that had not yet been cauterized from the stump, still dripping, all around his face was marked with several deep cuts together with one of his eyes that had been cut out. His body was marked with several bruises and his golden armor was totally shattered with pieces holding on by a miracle while still having huge holes in the rest of his body.

"C-commander i-in c-chief S-shinning Armor!"

Everyone looked shocked at the newcomer who appeared to be extremely breathless, he fell to his knees while Guards nearby quickly help him to his feet, barely managing to complete his sentence.

Shinning Armor ran to try to help the disfigured guard, his horn shining green, he would cast a powerful healing spell, healing the lighter wounds and lessening the severest ones.

He placed a hand on the shoulder of the soldier to comfort him, who was leaning on two others to just stand.

"Soldier? What happened? Are you okay?"

"C-commander! T-the 4th S-sentinels o-of P-purity L-legion h-has been w-wiped out! C-commander Gallus P-PERISHED!"

All gasped by the news, the Sentinels of Purity were one of the most recently formed and deadliest of legions personally selected by Celestia, being considered the elite's of the elite. Discovering the complete destruction of that legion of approximately 20,000 Veteran Royal Guards with one of Equestria's most prestigious commanders. It was nightmarish news.

"H-how??! That's impossible! T-There is a massive army nearby??! Gallus would surely never fall without making the enemy bleed!"

The soldier would just start to cry in response.

"T-there h-had J-just O-one E-enemy."

Shinning Armor's mouth kept dropping with every word that came out of the soldier's mouth.

"A soldier, A single soldier did... All this....?"

The Royal guard would only face the Shinning Armor.

"N-not an S-soldier C-commander... A-a god."





Terror, that was all he could feel, in his entire life, Commander Gallus had already faced many obstacles and challenges that would have broken many Royal Guards; combating monsters and tyrants like Chrysalis, Umbra, Discord and Tirek.

But it was simply on another level, capabilities that he could never even imagine.

This was supposed to be his moment, Capturing  the leader of the rebellion alone, who was alone on top of a hill just watching him and his Legion advance in fear.

He should have seen how obvious that trap was, but who could blame him?

His target alone, ready to be caught, was an offer he couldn't resist.

No human army in sight and nowhere to hide, he and just a huge plain.

What he did was far from what the Griffon could ever have imagined.





Every legend is created by stories passed by father and son, friend to friend and child to child.

Legends are and have always existed on every planet he has ever visited, terrifying and invincible monsters, powerful tyrants with horrifying power, crazy and bloodthirsty individuals or powerful and divine heroes.

Each story was modified and exaggerated as it was passed from mouth to mouth, but all have an ounce of truth, all have a beginning and an end.

Vader was one of those legends, but instead of being just on a backwater planet, his legend was spanned galaxy-wide, passed down from fearful officers and soldiers shocked by his actions.

But on this planet? They didn't even knew the Empire existed, Travel the Stars? Please, they were barely past the era of steam vehicles and gunpowder, with an outdated slave culture.

Even though it is an outdated practice, is still used on a large scale, being by the Zygerrians to the Hutt, Prosperity and power at the expense of others.

He would be a massive hypocrite if he denied that the empire he and his master created didn't use such disgusting practices, but his master justified it as 'necessary'.

Yes, Vader was proud of what he and his master had achieved in the Empire, unemployment was lower than the best years of the former republic, crime was almost nonexistent, and the war-ravaged planets were rebuilding and prospering better than ever before. And even thus, he never managed to get rid of the plague that was slavery.

And now, he could replicate all of that, end slavery and create a new legend for himself.

The Galaxy has never understood and possibly never will, that to change history, all it needs is the will and determination of a single being.

Sidious had proven that.

From the hill he was on, he could see the golden army of ponies marching towards him, the relief on their faces was very visible, believing that they were about to capture Vader and end the war before it even started, poor fools.

He walked slowly to the edge of his precipice, the same he used to observe the army that approached him, he could count at least 10 to 15 thousand combatants, a mixture of pony's of all types.

Their Discipline could be admirable in their synchronized gait and their silence and their expressionless faces that showed discipline and experience. Even though obviously outnumbering him from literally thousands to one, they did not show an ounce of arrogance.

He, in an act that surprised many, stepped false on the edge of the huge hill and he fell towards the ground like a missile, surprising many of the soldiers who marched and watched him, the suicidal act was clearly not expected.

When he hit the ground and raised a huge cloud of dust and snow, many already imagined the worst, their goal was to capture the target. Even so, the body would still please their princess.

Before the commander could order them to bring what was left of the body. A huge gale suddenly hit them, causing many to almost lose their balance with the strength of the winds that practically came out of nowhere.

But Gallus already noticed the discrepancy, where Vader had thrown himself into the crater, he created with the fall, he could see him slowly rising from his kneeling position.

'Impossible! Nobody could fall from such an absurd height without suffering any damage!' He thought with total shock present on his face.

The weather changed, black clouds approached and slowly began to settle and obfuscate the sun, being pushed by an invisible force as if being called.

Shouldn't it be possible, the only way for the clouds to move would be with the intervention of Pegasus or any other being with wings, but alone? This was only reported in the dark forests near Ponyville.

Vader channeled and called for the darkness from all corners across the planet. In side effect with his call to the force resulted in darkness manifesting in proportions never seen before.

Umbra, Tirek and Chrysalis were unable to do anything close to what the Sith was starting to manifest at that time in the recorded history of that planet, it has never been seen or felt something like this, neither by the creatures present with magic and neither from those absent from them, from the smallest unicorn baby in Equestria to the most magically resistant hyppogriffs.

On all continents, darkness has shown itself with an abundance of negativity, not physically, but as a cold, gloomy and terrifying sensation.

For the Legionaries of the Sentinel of Purity it was a sensation that words could not describe neither the feeling, the black aura that surrounded the monstrosity of iron made it look like a dark swirl surrounding it, its red visors had a yellowish glow underneath.

One step

Two steps

Three steps.

The sounds of his metallic boot touching softly on the icy surface.

Some gushed dry while others began to prepare, one begun to pray asking for Celestia's light to protect him from danger, sweat poured down their faces.

The inner column was silent, only their breathing could be heard together with the visible air that came out of their mouths.

The steps slowly increased their rhythm, legionaries prepared their shields while others positioned their spears, some were unable to keep them stopped by their trembling.

The veterans could not contain their fear, even though most did not take the rumors seriously about the commander of the rebellion. They could feel in their own skins, that being whatever emanated power, together with it emanated darkness, like a black hole that swallowed all the light that flew around you and letting nothing escape.

That black hole was now running towards them, closing the distance more and more with the army. 

The more novices, no longer taking the pressure and confident that the numbers could overcome that single warrior started to scream while breaking ranks and charged to hit head on the Sith, discharging a chain reaction from the rest of the soldiers in the line who, even though hesitant, were forced to follow their comrades.

Gallus could not do anything, his shouts of orders reaching deaf in the roars of charging soldiers.

It was almost comical, a black spot going to meet a golden tide.

Upon contact, the first soldier thrust his spear in an attempt to impale the Sith Lord with monumental optimism, thinking in possibly ending right then and there the war.

"AAAAAHHHHH!"

Upon contact, ponies and their armor flew everywhere along with huge explosions of sand and snow, many flying screaming while others were already killed by the impact.

Vader was just a huge black trail that caused troops to be thrown in all directions, his speed was impossible to track with the naked eye.

A soldier then received a powerful punch in the belly causing him to spew blood as his armor sank with the power of the Sith's fist.

Another guard seeing a chance standing on Vader's back tried to hit him with his sword by the back, only for the Lord to duck under the sword and give a spinning kick to the guard, throwing the same to two other guards and drop them like bowling pins.

Then, with a notion with his hand in the air, a huge percentage of the snow on many of the other guards was launched into the air, taking them all together with it and dirt at their feet while screaming in terror.

Rushing to a shocked soldier, he gave the guard a right hook making him stagger backwards with some teeth flying along with blood coming out of his mouth, Vader jumped and used the shoulders of the soldier who lost his balance as a jumping platform.

Using the force to propel his jump, he passed over many more soldiers and fell like a meteor in a group of unlucky ones, immediately destroying many more groups with blows and kicks.

The Commander was horrified at how the battle was going, the entity simply broke the first lines with a power he had never seen before, destroying entire platoons with only HIS HANDS!

He was not using any weaponry, and with movements with his hands, he created explosions that destroyed groups very easily. Flinching when he saw the dark being punched another guard with such force that he cut the pony in half.

He had already lost 1/4 of his legion in a matter of minutes, and the monster continued to tear apart group after group.

Vader should not have that much mobility, his master had made him have a rigid and very limited motion in the armor, but now that he had modified it with lighter fabrics and without cybernetic restrictions to him, nothing stopped him anymore.

He couldn't contain his smile as he continued to destroy pony after pony, he remembered when he was at his peak, how he destroyed entire armies with ease and at speeds that no blaster shot could keep up with.

He missed it, he missed the power.

By grabbing a guard by the neck, he could see the terror of it as he lifted it and pressed its air channel.

"You all disappoint me, I expected more from the Equestrian 'Elite'."

He paid no attention to a figure flying furiously towards him, noticing only at the last moment when he turned to the side, receiving a powerful punch in the face and being thrown away.

Regaining his balance, Vader managed to put his feet on the ground, crawling a few meters until he came to a complete stop, he noticed a crack in his visor, and poked in surprise, but returned his attention to the opponent who had managed to hit him.

"That's enough, you noble bastard!" The commander would roar with hatred in his voice.

Vader lowered his stance and looked at the Griffon with curiosity and then amusement.

"Commander Gallus, what a surprising pleasure."
> History of Humanity (With a little propaganda)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

 A summary of the History of Humanity.
Corrected and shared by the elder county, approved by Lord Vader himself. 

Much of the information is vague, having been lost in the great war and in the age of division, the information in this document has been passed down from father to son for generations and by the orders of the God of Anger, all possible information collected and documented to share with the people.

There were two races before Equestria was divided, before the way it is today, those where were Alicorns and Draconequus.

Mythical and monumental beings both with different types of magic and both species dominated the land, many believe that they were the creators of the world, even without any evidence.

One day, for a reason lost to us, war broke out.

The war completely ended both species, in a genocidal war that ravaged the entire world.

But even so, some managed to survive, the self-declared 'mother of Equestria' an Alicorn named Faust, who took her daughters and a abandonned Draconequus cub and fled the war, managing to avoid it and survive.

'Luna and Celestia' were their names, the supposed 'chosen ones' of the sun and moon, and 'Discord' the last Draconequus, the chosen one of the Chaos.

After growing up and with the mysterious disappearance of their mother, the reason is mysterious even to this day, the children split up, Discord created different species in his image; dragons, minotaurs, griffons to worship him, while Luna and Celestia created Earth ponies, pegasus and unicorns in defiance.

With conflicting ideologies, war innevitably broke out with the siblings holding old grudges.

Humans came out of nowhere, possessing values ​​on both sides but belonging to neither, they shouldn't exist according to records, but on a night when a meteor shower occurred, our species was born as a divine figure wished.

They were neutral about the entire conflict between the forces of Chaos and Harmony, very much focused on internal conflicts.

But one day, a lord experienced in the black arts built an empire from the bottom to an enormous nation that rivaled Equestria and Chaos, from a small village to countless cities overnight and unifying the entirety of humanity under his banner.

His powers were of the types never seen and used by humans before, his invincibility in combat and supposed 'immortality' had made him gain the perception of him being a divine figure, since most of them were absent from magical affinities.

His wisdom was unimaginable and his exploits in combat were as impressive, he saw the situation in the world and how war could bring the possible end of time again, and in his infinite knowledge he declared a crusade in order to unify the world.

A crusade for mere humans was something that many other lords looked at and laughed at first, but against all odds, he won against every single one of his neighbors, carving a large and terrifying empire, and accidentally caught the attention of the sisters of the night and sun and the Chosen One of Chaos, even so the Lord refused all of their advances and promises.

His tactics were absolutely devastating, and he had managed to sweep half of the continent in mere decades.

A forced alliance was made between the forces of harmony and chaos, created to crush this emerging power, and with that, the great war was started.

Very little is known about this conflict, but what historians from all races can say is that it was one of the greatest ever seen in the history of the planet, millions of beings of all races and beliefs fought and entire cities turned to ashes.

But the forces of Humanity were defeated by their magical counterparts, their tactics and strength were admired by soldiers on both sides, however their obvious lack of magic give them a huge disadvantage, the Human King of kings was defeated in direct combat with the sisters Alicorn and the Lord of Chaos, even though he managed to face the three in even ground, he was no match for the combined power of the three gods.

He succumbed to his injuries, but promised the gods that one day he would return and destroy everything they ever build and loved.

With the defeat of their leader, the human forces were completely leaderless and had been annihilated.

Their lands annexed by their neighbors, both parting the land among themselves and taking humans as slaves to pay the debt and destruction they caused.

Many sources are very conflicted about the exact dates, but it can be deduced that the war lasted almost four decades along with millions of deaths with many more injured.

This was the end of human power and independence in the political theater for millenia to come, they were only spectators when Luna rebelled against her sister and innevitably returned, together with the defeat of the forces of Chaos.

The species of the chaos, instead of suffering the same fate as them, were only released to form separate kingdoms between their species; dragons, minotaurs and griffons under the command of kings loyal to Celestia.

Even with a golden age for the pony's and an era of peace around the world, humans were the ones who suffered the most.

Many joined one side or the other in search of possible freedom, but even those who joined the fight alongside Celestia against her enemies, were always sent in the end back to slavery.

They bled and died alongside Equestrians, they helped expel the Changelings, they were used as a cannon fodder to lessen casualty's of ponys without question, and yet, even after decades of conflict and instability and with total loyalty to the crown, they were rewarded with returning to their iron chains in the peace periods thereafter.

In the history books they were described as cowards who abandoned their fellow ponies to die, while their hooved counterparts fought bravely for survival, even if in the events the reality had been the complete opposite.

Humans have never felt so wronged in their entire existence, and yet, there was nothing they could do.

While villains who had fought against Equestrians were redeemed and placed in luxury villages in their 'schools of friendship' alongside the celebrations after the defeat of the Triumvirate of Terror, humans were just thrown back into the fields.

Most had already accepted their existence as just servants, cursed by the gods, cursed to suffer forever, in uniform for the problems of other species.

This was all before him, this was before our Lord's return.

In a huge shooting star and cutting across the skies in its magnificent radiance, our lord has returned.

The few who witnessed him could already say, he was a divine being.

The group of royal guards who sought to discover the location of the shooting star were completely wiped out with divine fury inspiring to the naked eye, using spells never seen before and a crimson sword that shone with a fervor that easily surpassed that of the sun.

He led the free slaves of that expedition to glory, that day the first freemen already knew, it was the moment of retribution.

And even with him encouraging the freedmen to take the path they wanted and not waiting for help, everyone present knew that he was the chosen one, and that they should serve and help him at all costs.

On the clearest night, all newly freed men swore allegiance to the God who had returned, that moment would be remembered for generations as the rebirth of the Human Dynasty.

As our Lord showed us, darkness was our friend, she served him, and we came to venerate her for protecting us from the slave forces of the sun, and with that, we grew and triumphed.

Slowly we get stronger under the nose of the fool of the sun, and slowly we learn.

Our Lord graced us with his unprecedented wisdom, he with absolutely nothing managed to create a triving city, and then collaborate with several other human cells throughout the Crystal Empire (One of Celestia's Puppets).

He created everything for us, from armor for our military organization, from books to our homes, and crops to our farms, together with a new human writing alphabet!

Hundreds of years of lost knowledge were recovered and added in a matter of months, and our lord even created revolutionary new gunpowder weapons, something that took to the griffons and ponies decades. 

He did so much more in a few weeks than the Equestrians had promised Millenia ago, and now, the prophecy passed from grandmother to grandchild was being fulfilled, a new crusade of darkness was declared by our glorious lord of the dark side.

A new era is in our hands! And vengeance will be bestowed on us by the one who came from heaven to guide us!

Our lord will need all the help! Join now the newest imperial army! And bring glory to our successors!

All Hail Lord Vader! The Savior of Humanity!
> The 'Red' Menace
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Footsteps could be heard by the puddles she stepped on, the noises of the puddle being splashed completely drowned out by the screams and noises of steel colliding and roars and screams.

She was panting, the muscles in her legs screamed in agony, her adrenaline being the only thing that kept her up and running.

The Terror in her face does not come out with memories of the previous moments, blood that ran in her head not being her own.

Giving quick glances to her back, she could see the reflection of the sun hitting the blades and spearheads as they struck their blows along with the explosions of blood at the end of the alley.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she cut to her right and down a new street where she would see a scene that would stop her immediately.

In her field of vision, she could see the city center, where massive buildings and gigantic monuments were left with only ruins, holes in many, and others were standing by what looked like a miracle, the destruction caused in one of Equestria's largest metropolises. it was something that still left her in total shock.

But she was unable to observe the wreckage of the city for a long time, a magic shot flew towards her apparently appearing from nowhere, she in quick thinking threw herself on the ground, her hands instinctively on her head to protect herself.

The shot quickly passed and hit a building on its back, blowing up a part and making many pieces fly, in response the building collapsed completely creating a huge cloud of smoke and fire, which expanded and approached it at an alarming speed.

Quickly she got up and ran towards one of the stores on her right, breaking down the door and closing behind her just before she was consumed by the wreckage.

Getting time to breathe, she leaned against the wall on her back and slid down to sit on the floor, letting out a deep breath.

She was not be able to contain the sobs, immediately crying, placing her hands on her head and squeezing and pulling her hair.

In just one day she had lost everything, her husband, her store, her home, and possibly her city.

Worse, she had no idea what was going on.

The day was like everyone else, the streets as busy as usual, and then a much bigger movement, she thought it was just a normal thing for a big and crazy metropolis like Manehattan, all she least expected was an invasion.

So much fire, so much destruction and so much loot, she couldn't even see who is invading, she just heard the screams and royal guards running towards the chaos.

Her husband went with them.

She would never see him again.

An explosion would cut her cries.

Slowly she shifted her gaze to the large glass showcase that was completely blocked by dirt and ash, but one part was broken.

She crouched over to the breach, sniffling along the way, trying to control her tears.

Immediately having to put her hands over her mouth to contain her scream, she saw two figures walking down the street in front of her, they hadn't noticed her, and she was grateful for that.

Both were coughing under their helmets.

They were human soldiers.

Their armor said it all, their white was dirty, but the silver stripes and the designs on their bellies said it all, they were human troops.

"That was close!" One of them exclaimed as he knocked the dirt off his shoulders, he immediately received a slap behind the helmet in an upright but strong manner completely surprising her.

"OW! What was that for??" He says as he rubs one of his hands on the back of his helmet.

"For almost dropping a fucking building on our heads!" He shouted as the other would cringe at his mate's anger

"Sorry...." He says as he rubs one of his hands over the other.

He then narrowed as he passed his viewfinder around, making her bend down a little so as not to be seen.

"I swear I saw a figure running around here." The one who received the slap says while he draws his musket and continues to look around.

"And you without warning decided that the best choice at the moment was to shoot the god damn artillery?! I swear that if Commander Red doesn't kill you, I will do it!" He continued to shout at his companion who looked back at him with an irritated posture while she would widen her eyes at the mention of the name 'No! Impossible!'.

"But it's true! What if it was a unicorn?? I wouldn't be responsible for any crazy witchcraft that he would use with us!" He spoke with a strange gesture.

"Ok then 'Unicorn Hunter', if there was a figure around here, where is it??" The second soldier says opening his arms and showing the surroundings.

"That I saw, the figure must have entered one of the buildings with holes!" He says with conviction, the other just threw his arms down with possibly a deadpan look behind his helmet.

An awkward silence occurred while only distant battle noises would pass over the rubble of city buildings

"WHICH FUCKING ONE??" He screamed now making hateful gestures with his arms, 'he's got a point' she tought with a deadpan look.

"HOW IN HELL WOULD I KNOW?? I WAS TOO BUSY SAVING YOUR ASS FROM FUCKING A FALLING BUILDING! YOUR-"

"ENOUGH!"

Both ceased their discussion and look at the direction of the voice, both immediately entering military stances and saluting the newcomer.

"MAJOR SIR!"

Her eyes widened, she started to shake and she couldn't stop the sweat from running down her face.

He was the most feared human Commander in recent times, the bloodiest and most cunning of all, Major Joshua 'Red'.

"I hope you are not having a juvenile squabble in the middle of a battlefield?" He says in a sarcastic tone as he stops in front of the soldiers with his hands behind his back.

"NO SIR!" Both responded quickly.

"Good, the battle is being more difficult than expected, even though you are from The Shadow Tridents legion you are now under my command, understood?" He says keeping his tone neutral but rigid.

"SIR YES SIR!" Both responded with a new salute.

"Very good, now, before we return to the front, we better deal with our spectator yes?" He would now say in a jovial tone as her pupils slowly subsided.

"Spectator... Sir?" One of the soldiers asked confused, in response, the Major immediately turned his gaze to where she was hiding, meeting her eyes.

She couldn't help it and she let out a scream of terror, making the other two soldiers immediately aware and looking at her hiding place.

"Yes, it seems that she discovered that she is not invisible." He says in a macabre tone as he lets out a low laugh, turning his attention to the soldiers.

"Get her." He orders pointing to the window.

"SIR YES SIR!" They then both drawing their muskets would run towards her direction much to her horror.

She was already pushing one of the metal chairs at the door and looking around for an escape route.

The store in which she was present had many holes but none that she could escape from, she ran to the place where the salespeople would stay and would quickly look for an exit, when entering the staff area she could already hear the sounds of loud knocking on the door, they were trying to get in and she had absolutely no time.

She quickly entered the first door she found, a 'Shit!' Pantry, the noises only increased.

Then she went deeper, and saw a bathroom door.

'Perfect!', Bathrooms generally had a window big enough for someone to squeeze in and out!

To her horror, however, upon entering she could only find a mountain of rubble, the bathroom ceiling had collapsed.

'No, no, NO!' There had to be a way out!

Then she thought, near the pantry! There was another corridor! She still had a chance to es-CRACK

'Oh no'.

'THE WINDOW!' They broke the store window! Slaves should not have known about the delicacy of a glass!

But she didn't have time to think about it anymore, hurried footsteps could be heard down the hall, she quickly cut to another door she hadn't seen, entering a kitchen, quickly hiding under one of the tables while footsteps came closer and closer.

"Shit! How these pony's run so fast!" A muffled voice came from the hall.

"Relax, the surroundings are totally destroyed, she has nowhere to run."

Her breath almost stopped when she could see dirty white boots showing up at the door, 'Shit shit shit! Why do they get into all the rooms right into this one ?! '

"Are you sure she ran over here?" she hears one of the voices speaking on the other side of the door.

"Yes, I'm sure, she is here." The pair of boots immediately started to walk and disappear from view.

She completely flinched and started to hug her own legs, her tears of despair running down her face, 'I don't want to die! I do not want to die!'.

Her eyes widened, the steps were inches from her, passing slowly beside her.

Looking across the table in the direction she could see the door, there was no one, it was her chance!

Without wasting a second and seeing both soldiers busy on the other side of the table and busy, she gave a mad dash, leaving her hiding place and heading straight for the door.

One of the guards noticed that.

"HEY! SHE'S THERE!" He exclaimed behind her, but she was no longer hearing the screams and running after her, she was not paying attention to anything else.

The only thing that really mattered was to run and run as if there was no tomorrow.

But she couldn't help herself, when she cut the hallway and was already in its halfway, she quickly looked back, they were approaching but she still had chan-BAM

She fell to the floor while dropping a yelp, it looked like she had hit a wall.

When she looked in front of her, her world looked as if it had stopped, in front of her he was, with his white guard with red stripes with the symbol of a red skull on his helmet.

Joshua.

She was paralyzed, her face in an expression of shock and terror, what could she do?

Her shock was cut when she was caught and lifted by the arms, the soldiers flanked her and watched her over their helmets.

"So... Are you the fugitive who gave you so much trouble for these parts?" A powerful voice comes out of the demon's helmet in red.

She couldn't do anything, she gritted her teeth and closed her eyes by lowering her head, she couldn't look at that horrifying helmet.

But a hand seemed to caress her chin and slowly lift it up.

"My my, how much fear, how much terror, should I deduce that you know my reputation, dear lady?" He would say in a humorous tone.

"D-don't t-t-touch m-me m-m-monster, i-i am a-aunt o-of the w-warrior A-Applejack!" She said, gathering as much confidence as she could while she stared at Joshua, who in response just let out a chuckle, then burst out in a huge laugh.

"You. Are. Such. An. Idiot." He said in pauses in a tone that brought coldness to her belly and make her shiver even more.

"You could have kept your mouth shut and just let me kill you here quickly and move on, but now?" He says laughing.

"Now you are valuable to me, and my dear, NO ONE would wish to be valuable to me.~" He spoke in a macabre tone as he put a hand through one of her pockets, pulling out a huge knife.

"Now I want to get to know you better.~" He says in a seductive tone as he grabs her cheek and slided the knife across her face.

Her screams would be completely drowned out by the sounds of battle in the city.





Supreme Major Joshua Magnus 'The Red': He is considered as one of, if not the most bloodthirsty human in history, having gained a frightening reputation in the first battle of the war when he led his company in an urban area of ​​the city and exterminated everything and everyone in his path.

His combat skills are feared and his tactics completely unpredictable, he is a nightmare for any Equestrian who meets him, being a fanatical follower of the 'God of anger' he takes the teachings of the 'church of sith's' to the letter.

For both humans and Pony's he earned the nickname 'Red' in the Coldwick massacre after leading the forces alongside Vader, his white blood-soaked armor made him look completely red and terrifying and earned him both a dreaded and respected reputation, Inspiring him to paint his armor and that of his soldiers red to show off his 'reputation'.

The legion he commands won the nickname that was soon adopted by the members as 'Blood Venerators'; Joshua shaped his Legion to be fanatical warriors for his leader and complete monsters in combat.

His successful campaign in Manehattan made his reputation even more feared, the massacres he carried out and rescues among slaves broke absurd records among all legions, they are the most loved among humans and the most hated and feared among Equestrians.

Celestia ordered that he should be killed immediately after capture, his level of psychopathy is already too high to be saved and returned to normal manual labor with other slaves.

Threat level: Dragon

> The fifteen Traitors
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

It was as if the beginning of Armaggedon had begun.

Being at the end of the lines, in the last platoon can seem tedious and something considered as a huge burden, is one of the most important, but the least glorious parts of the army, protecting the backs of your allies if an ambush is the main objective and just watching the frontline soldiers go headlong into goal and fame.

But for him, staying on one of the last lines was proving to be the only reason he was alive.

When they were ordered to capture a random human, rebel leader, the first reactions were laughter and cheers, ending a war was an honor never seen before thousands of years since the wars against chaos, and what could they do? They had been trained to take down fucking minotaurs!

It was supposed to be a cake walk, and when they saw that little black dot on top of a hill watching the army march they were notified that it was the leader they were supposed to capture they were even more excited.

By myself? Fully open place without a tree in sight? It was the prize on a golden platter for them.

And immediately everything went to shit.

The 'little dot' literally threw itself headlong into the army, for a moment an explosion that came out of nowhere happened, and then he was no longer able to follow what was happening.

He could see only the aftermath of everything the blurr did, bodies flying as the figure cut through everything and everyone at an absurd speed, he saw the golden tide being completely destroyed with an absurd ease.

It was terrifying to see huge clouds of dust forming with shockwaves coming from what could only be hits from him.

What chances did they have? That power should not even exist! It was not possible! It wasn't fair!





"Why?? What do you think will gain from all this?? You Crystal noble fool! Power?! Recognition?!"

The world seemed to stop while Gallus asked breathlessly, his armor in pieces and blood running down his feathers, one of his wings was crooked the wrong way.

"Do you not see the damage and all the lives you have taken?? HOW COULD YOU BETRAY US ALL??"

Vader, in curiosity about Gallus' outburst, followed the direction he showed with his hand to the surroundings, observing the destruction and death he had caused himself. The thousands of bodies killed in different ways, members outside their bodies, others with an expression of despair on their faces and some with only closed eyes, the various craters formed by shock waves and the panic and fear expressions of the survivors.

He came back to face the angry Gryffin. 

"Are you ignorant to the point of believing that I'm a kind of Pony nobleman because of my power is bigger than a normal human? That I'm really doing this for a reason as pathetic as some grudge or status?"

Gallus looked shocked at Vader that started to walk around him with his hands on his back

"Fine, let me amuse you."

He said in an annoyed tone as he stopped in front of the Griffin in his deplorable state.

"Do you truly believe because you all can utilize magic makes you some sort of guardian of this world? That give you all the right to slave and torment anyone you see as 'inferior'? We cannot match the strength of wolves, we cannot walk on branches without slipping and falling, Make no mistake, we are frail in body, but not mind or soul. We are not weak because we fight in armor. We are not cowards because we strike our enemies from afar. We are not evil because we harness the power of destruction. It is merely equalization. We are somewhere in the middle of all the life, and every single one of them, animal or sentient being has and is trying to kill us or enslave us."

He lectured the shocked Gallus, who in turn roared in anger at Vader.

"You really believe that what you are doing is right?? With this twisted vision of your species?? I can already tell from your aura! You are not a creature of good, you all are simple mindless beasts! If your maniacal species isn't tammed you have the potential to destroy everything in your path!"

His aura just lit up with a powerful fervor, making Gallus take a few steps back in surprise.

"Do not talk to me of your 'moral integrity'. I have seen rage, jealousy, religious indignation, lust, apathy, and failure to forgive amongst you. There is nothing wrong with our nature that you do not have, in the end, you are no better beast then us Equestrian."

Before Gallus could retort, Vader continued.

"And that is your weakness. Not only are you blind and deaf to the magic of the world, you rejoice in your ignorance. You actually believe your handicap is something to be proud of, instead of something to be pitied."

He said seeing the indignation growing in Gallus and the more and more shocked expression of the Royal guards around them.

"Spare us your fake lessons Slaver. You gush about your connection with nature with your magic, your primal wisdom, but what has it brought you?"

He asked to the Outraged Equestrians.

"Where are your marvels of engineering? Your voyages of discovery? Your great insight into the nature of the universe?"

The ponies looked at each other while Vader continued.

"Even at our basest, when we dressed as you do, dwelt as you do, hunted as you do, lived as you do hundreds of years ago, we did more than merely survive. We built wonders. We expanded, we became united, something you have not, in your pathetic jealousy destroyed what you couldn't accomplish."

While some scoffed, what he said, a few had looks of shame.

"You speak so proudly of the horns coming out from your skulls, and wings from your backs little realizing that they are but strings and you puppets. What little you have accomplished you attribute to the wisdom of your goddess, who is nothing but a useless statue for all eternity who only attends at party's and walk all mighty? She moors you to the past, serving as a leash that keeps you as little better than dogs, sad parodies of civilization that lack that special spark to become something more."

Gallus looked he was ready to charge Vader in complete rage.

"Why you-!"

Only to fall on his knees by his wounds.

"Once again, you wallow in your ignorance. You talk of your machines and monuments as great and wondrous things, when they are nothing more than lumps of sand that will soon be washed away by the tides of time. And you actually boast about such works, as if raping the earth and soiling the air and fouling the water with your magic are achievements! Our world is choking itself to death as we speak, and still you dare to hold yourself as something to aspire to!"

The ponies looked completely shocked, looking at each other.

"Such words from a stagnant and blinkered race? Even if our monuments are worn away by the millenia, we still will have built them. Even after our home is dust, and our houses burnt down we still will survive!"

He said while sparks of electricity ran around his body as his aura grew.

"Every human life spent pushes us forward, whether immeasurably or in great leaps. Our 'loneliness', our fraternal struggles only make us stronger. We remember and honor our past, but are not chained to it. While you, slaver scum, are eternally bound to the same stretch of history, preening at your own simplicity of 'harmony' because you cannot grow into something more. You boast that your elements and princess protects you. I say you are coddled, pampered by an indulgent parent. Perhaps that is why your Goodness will not let you advance? Does your smothering "mother" refuse to let her children grow? Would she be lonely if you left her, and therefore grasps you tightly to her bosom, keeping you ignorant and childish?"

He asked in amusement while the Ponies looked at each other completely surprised by the lecture they received from their enemy.

"But enough of this lecture. You are proud of your 'natural power', so you will appreciate this simple fact - the strong always survive! SO COME PONIES! SHOW ME YOUR 'POWER OF HARMONY' AGAINST ME! SHOW ME!"

He roared as red spheres of electricity formed in his hands and completely surrounded his body with crackling sparks, his aura of hatred and mockery completely engulfing the remnants of the Legion who looked completely horrified.

"WAIT! PLEASE WE SURRENDER!" A voice from the crowd shouted.

The electricity around Vader waned and he looked at where the voices in the legion came from, he didn't expect that, a surprise to be sure, but a welcome one.

15 Equestrian Soldiers came out of the crowd, 4 unicorns, 2 pegasus, 3 Earth ponies, 1 Griffin and surprisingly 5 changelings.

Everyone of them threw their weapons at the dark lord's feet and knelt with their heads basically touching the ground.

"Please save us! We will serve you only! Please forgive us!"

Vader couldn't stop his lips to curve into an smile.

"A Wise decision." He said while nodding to the kneeling Royal guards.

"TRAITORS!" Gallus roared.

"Celestia will hear of this y- AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

Commander Gallus was unable to complete his screams of indignation when he was hit by a huge wave of electric shocks coming from Vader's fingers, causing him to immediately fall to the ground, his body lifeless.

Those who knelt down were able to see the fate of their ex-commander, the other Royal Guards of the legion, even indignant, could do nothing, as soon after, with a powerful roar, Vader raised his hands to the skies, launching a gigantic electric wave at the sky, creating a frightening crimson pillar, the Equestrians were unable to withstand the pressure with the incredible light show, and immediately started to retreat, losing all their morale with the humiliation they suffered.

But they did not manage to escape very far, when the red pillar suddenly fell on what was left of the legion, completely annihilating all the survivors.

The 15 traitors just looked at the fate of their former comrades in complete horror, they really did not regret having surrendered.

"Rise my new Warriors, We have a nation to burn."





Heirs of Shame

The first heirs of shame were the 15 Royal Guards who defected and offered their services to the God of Anger, they were the first real outsiders to join the Ranks of the Human Empire and obviously hated for it, their name was given to them by Darth Vader himself and they would be the first of an entire future legion composed only of outsiders, who would join for many reasons, with only one goal, fight against Equestria.

Whether it was out of shame for their actions, convinced by Darth Vader, believers to the end of slavery or complete fear of Vader was never revealed, but speculation believes they were fighting to try to lessen the damage to civilians by the Equestria authorities.

Celestia declared them as traitors to the motherland and their families were publicly embarrassed and blacklisted for decades to come, this must have been one of the reasons why they gained an extra fervor in their fight against Equestria.

They were put in the direct command of Thorax, the reason of Vader doing this is simple, he is an Ex-Equestrian like them, which for years to come they have become an effective and loyal group.

They wore armor almost identical of the humans, the difference being many were designed specially for their species, together with Thorax, they wore an Blue stripped theme in their armor, making them truly unique.

Futurally they would enter into various conflicts with the Blood Venerators, who would become their bitter rivals, as their beliefs and fanatism made them a Xenophobic group that hated anything Equestrian, something that in the future would bring an wave of problems between both legions
> The Old Overlord of Humankind
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

The Princess of all Equestria sat on her golden throne.

The sun that hung over the castle at the top of Canterlot cast rays that illuminated the hall, Celestia did not contain her trademark smile and calm personality, anyone with a pair of eyes could see very easily.

Her mane and tail burned like a passion never seen before, unlike his colors similar to the rainbow completely, his docile and gentle aura had been replaced by one of extreme anger and irritation, even if not showing, anyone present in the room could very well know.

The Ruler of the Sun was not happy.

The Messenger knew it well, his horrified smile and the sweat that was streaming down her face showed.

"So Manehattan fell, along with one of my best legions?" She asked in a calm but firm voice, completely masking the fury she faced.

"That has been what S-Shining Armor r-reported y-yes..." He told trying his best not to not to stutter.

"And Gallus?" The Monarch asked with a tint of hope in her voice.

"S-s-slain P-princess." He said looking down in sadness.

Her aura for a moment flickered, her calm expression had changed one to complete surprise.

"Y-yes, h-his b-body was confirmed found w-with the rest of the remains of the Legion of t-the Sentinels of P-purity, N-no s-survivors m-m'am..."

"No survivors...?" She asked with an expression of complete shock.

"Yes ma'm, 26,789 are confirmed dead with the rest being missing...."

This was something that had not happened for thousands of years, since the time of the Great War there has never been a conflict that had killed as many as this recent one was.

Years after the conflict that ended Chaos, 'war' became something much more symbolic than anything else, when two races wanted to resolve it was always up to her and in recent years her sister to resolve everything peacefully in some conference between all the kingdoms.

And when conflict somehow started, it was always something much lighter, the sides always met in an open field and exchanged insults with each other and often threw things at each other, it was much more rare for them to either side to enter in any kind of physical confrontation, and when one side 'lost' by giving up, those who persevered were considered winners, and 'war' would end the losing side by giving some insignificant piece of land or tribute to the other.

But this supposed human leader?

He is taking the meaning of war to another level.

Not even when she took on Discord or Umbra's armies did things go beyond the level that this Warlord was taking, he was not occupying territory to only expand his empire, he was completely decimating entire cities and towns.

She didn't believe the reports at first, thinking that possibly the majority of the deaths should be due to some kind of catastrophe, but now?

With the death of a friend with an entire army? This could not be ignored, she had already been informed of the alleged capture of one of the Elements of Harmony, and with the level of brutality and savagery that he is taking in his conquest, she cannot leave a Pony- no, a friend in the hands of such barbaric beings.

"I want you to bring me the humans captured from the fight, whether they are injured or not." She says with her expression returned to normal.

The Messenger was silent for some time, looking at the floor and sweating even more, Celestia raised an eyebrow at that.

"Is something wrong? Speak."

He lifted her face to face hers after adding a lot of courage.

"It was not possible to capture any human Princess, neither alive nor dead."

"What do you mean by that? Explain!" She roared infuriated

"T-there w-was o-o-only o-one h-human m-my l-liege! I swear!"

"DO NOT PLAY WITH ME! THAT'S NOT POSSIBLE!" Her aura flared, her mane and tail bursted out in blazing fire as she got up in a fit of rage, the flames engulfing all the throne room and scaring all those around her with her fury, no one had ever seen their ruler so much infuriated.

The Messenger, in a moment of total despair, would throw himself on the floor with all his strength, kneeling in such a way that his head touched the floor.

"I-I-I-I S-S-S-SWEAR! I w-would never lie to you g-glorious p-princess! I-i s-swear the reports s-say that the h-human leader s-single-handedly wiped out the e-entire army! That's what t-they said in the report!" He exclaimed in utter terror while kneeling in complete fear, shaking all the time he tried to appease the princess

Celestia came out of her sudden furious urge, looking around at everyone while her tail and mane returned to normal.

She felt enormous guilt together disappointment with herself at seeing her subjects' looks of fear and complete terror, she had never lost her temper like today, and she shouldn't have been so aggressive towards someone who was just doing her job.

Sitting normally she tried to hide her red face in shame.

"My most sincere apologies, my little pony, I shouldn't have snapped at you like I did, forgive me." She says with a hint of sadness as she lowers her head in shame.

The Messenger looked at his monarch in surprise, but got up quickly and would move his arms in front of him frantically and dismissively.

"N-n-no! I-i-it was n-n-nothing princess! I a-also couldn't believe the reports myself! B-b-but they came from extremely reliable sources! I swear to you!"

She felt very uncomfortable for what she did, but after a few apologies (And many 'It was nothing' by the messenger) She dismissed him and ended the audience session right there and immediately left the throne room, his mind totally lost in his thoughts to even notice in your surroundings and the worried looks of the guards.

Since Luna's return, relations between the two sisters have not been the best, even with their best attempts at bonding with their little sister and with the attempted help from the elements it was not enough, they simply disagreed on too many things to be able to get along, to understand each other.

Mainly because of humans, she will never understand that it is necessary to keep them chained, she has not been there, she has not seen cities decimated and entire continents destroyed by these crazy simians.

They were and still are just like what the reports say, bloodthirsty maniacs, they know nothing more than to backstab and kill each other for the stupidest possible reasons.

Religion, skin color, geographic possessions, power or whatever small reason they found to decimate themselves by the thousands.

She saw with her own eyes when the human kingdoms were discovered, at first glance she simply shrugged, they could be numerous, but they were too focused on internal disputes to even think about gazing their eyes outside their own borders.

She was foolish, never having expected a human to have the ability to ascend like her and her sister, it was one of the biggest mistakes of her life, humans are and have always been a mysterious species, arising basically from thin-air and expanding alarmingly quick, the only thing that kept them contained and in check was their own internal conflicts.

A human managed to do exactly the same thing that she and Luna had suffered a lot to achieve with the pony tribes, he had unified all the city-states in a single flag.

And then, he did something that no mortal in all the thousands of years she lived had the courage to do, he challenged her, not only she but Discord at the same time, it would be foolish if it was only a mere human.

At first glance she totally underestimated him, again a mistake, how could a being of one of the only species lacking magic have the ability to fight on equal terms with them?

And again he achieved the impossible, he won, battle after battle, he expanded and completely humiliated the forces of Harmony and Chaos at the same time, what the history books do not show, was that the Human did not use magic, unlike the 'Black Magic' that he used, they were something entirely different, he created something that could rival magic! Something that only her descendents managed to achieve!

Even studying everything about the human Emperor she could for thousands of years, the origin of his powers maintain a mystery to this day, very little could be discovered, the humans destroyed or disappeared with all the books and notes he had made, one of the biggest file burns in history, a gigantic library that would make Twilight have an orgasm was totally burnt down.

Nothing but ashes were left, thousands of historical documents, research, old poems and philosophies destroyed, their superstition cost their entire legacy.

She sighed as she walked between the huge golden corridors, Guards flanking them in greeting as she passed.

Celestia still couldn't believe that the promise that her oldest enemy made was true, and he finally was making its comeback.

She put her hand on her face as she sighed, she was foolish, she should have known that that monster would not be banished in the dark for long, after all, that was his domain.

"Faster Luna! The throne room is not far away!"

She screamed at her sister as she ran down the decaying stone corridors, her golden armor with many symbols of the sun next to her helmet shone in a beautiful glow with the beat of the sun, her sister, in her dark blue armor with symbols of the moon, ran at her side.

Taking a quick look outside, she could have a brief glimpse of the huge combat taking place outside the walls, the many siege equipments with thousands of troops, being a combination of golden and black troops from the ponies of harmony together with the forces of the various of terrifying beings of chaos charging in the intention of conquering and overwhelming the walls.

This siege would be marked in history as the first and only time that the forces of Equestria and the forces of the Discord Empire came together and fought side by side, and debated as the last definitive battle against the forces of the unified Empire of Humanity.

The corridor trembled at the sound of explosions, screams and roars of combat.

Along with Luna, Celestia had infiltrated the Castle with a contingent of Royal guards to challenge and finish off the Human Lord once and for all.

Leaving the army of Equestria in the hands of a group that managed to be as competent as legendary, the 'Pillars of Equestria' as they were affectionately called by the troops, they were placed to fight alongside their counterparts of the Discord Empire, the also legendary but feared Champions of Chaos, Celestia knew that the battle would be in good care at their hands.

They ran through several corridors and rooms where rooms after rooms were passed, even with just a glimpse of what was inside them already left Celestia feeling sick.

However, even with all this, the sisters moved forward, facing a huge door, their surroundings destroyed.

"Discord...?" Luna asked in surprise.

"Most likely, he wouldn't wait for us, let's go before something bad happens!" Celestia says as she crosses.

Inside, she was faced with a scene that completely horrified her, Discord screaming in agony and writhing hysterically on the floor by what could only be described as something that came from the depths of Tartarus what was happening in front of the sisters, Discord's life seemed to be sucked in while he received a burst of lightning.

The source of everything stood proudly on top of the God of Chaos, the figure that brought so much pain, something that the Princess of the Sun could only describe as the personification of darkness.

With a huge black robe that covered his entire body together with a hood, white mask that had two red stripes above his eyes, it easily resembled a human skull, but the most horrifying thing was not that.

Behind his mask, something was not right, it was impossible to see his eyes, and not even his jawline or mouth, it was like he was just pitch black, only darkness.

What followed was a battle, in which Celestia never thought have to relive again, because in that battle, even with her greatest rival and her best friend at her side, the most powerful beings in the world, she was afraid.

Those lifeless eyes, the aura of darkness and death together with powers where could devour the magic in their bodies, along with his complete lack of life.

She had never admitted it to anyone, but that day, she was the only one she was truly afraid of, and now, it was back.

A sweat ran across her face.

Faust help them.





Pillars of Equestria: The Pillars of Equestria are a legendary group of Ponies that lived in Equestria brought together by Stygian, and the previous protectors of Equus before the Elements of Harmony were created. For over a thousand years they were trapped in Limbo with the Pony of Shadows, and until then they maintain to the modern day, their sacrifices and deeds will be forever remembered by Equestria.

Starswirl the Bearded, a legendary and powerful Unicorn representing the Element of Sorcery. 

Mage Meadowbrook, a earth pony that represented the Element of Healing, being also nicknamed 'Mother Mage' for her caring attitude towards her soldiers. 

Flash Magnus, representing the Element of bravery, a noble Pegasus part of the royal guard at that time, well know for his cunning and effective tactics.

Somnambula, a Pegasus born within the town of the same name, she represented the Element of Hope. Mistmane, a elderly-looking Unicorn born within Neippon, and holding beauty to out-match even the most beautiful of Kirin, she represents the element of Beauty.

Rockhoof - the strongest of the members of the group, and an Earth Pony representing the Element of Strength.

Champions of Chaos: They were created as a counterbalance to the Pillars, taking all the aspects of a living being that Discord considered 'Decent', they were the most horrifying, bloodthirsty and feared beings in history, being physically modified, transforming their bodies into horrifying things in the design of their master, they were the main rivals of the Pillars in the Great War. 

Fork Tongue, a black dragon with red eyes and one of the most hated champions, bearer of territories gained in surprisingly questionable ways to this day, was Lord of Deceit.

Barbwire, A silver griffin and most feared of them all, a bloodthirsty and brutal commander with no mercy on anyone, not even his troops, he was the lord of cruelty.

Dark Light, a traitorous red and black unicorn who abandoned the teachings of Equestria and joined Discord, a feared magician who created horrifying arts, banned by their terrifying effects that can break even the strongest of warriors, she was the lady of misery.

And lastly, Double Cross, the most mentally unstable, the most insane of the group, Discord's favorite, a gray Diamond Dog, the least trustworthy of all in the group, the lord of betrayal.
> Secrets from his own Master?
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Are you sure?" He asked in a concerned tone as he walked beside the changeling.

"Absolutely, with the destruction of the Sentinels of Purity surely Celestia will start to change her policy from volunteers to conscription, Manehattan has fallen and they can no longer lose an inch of territory without the population starting to question the possibility of victory." He says with a confident tone as he writes with an unusual fervor, being very careful not to break the tip of his pencil, he had already made the same mistake four times that afternoon.

"We need to press the advantage." Thorax said as he finished ticking off a report he was holding in his other hand.

"I understand chosen one, however you don't have the authority that our leader has, you need to make him come back to make the decisions, like it or not, he makes everything move." The old man says in an apologetic tone as he presses the Changeling with his cane.

Thorax sighed and handed the sheet of paper to one of the guards who bowed and ran out of line of sight.

"I understand, but you also need to understand that our lord is busy..." He tried to explain to the lord, then was interrupted.

"It's been 4 weeks! Whatever he's doing has to wait! Without him the council just can't come to a decision!" He exclaimed in a worried tone almost making Thorax's carapace shudder.

"And what can I possibly do?? I have orders from himself not to interrupt whatever he's doing! Not even food or water is allowed to be put in that room! And you know as well as I do how I'm already in one tightrope on those bastards in the council! I may be second-in-command, but they just don't trust me!" He ranted to the old man, who even surprised at the sudden outburst listened intently.

"I understand perfectly, Thorax, but like it or not, they are required by law to listen to you, Darth Vader chose you for a reason! And even if I didn't trust you I trust him faithfully! He wouldn't choose you for no reason!" The Elder would press on even more and tap his cane to prove his point even more.

Thorax sighed and put a hand to his head as he closed his eyes.

Fuck, was this a headache that his master went through every single day? He had gained even more respect from the Changeling, yes governing was difficult, but Vader made a point of writing everything literally two to three times, on top of making a point of checking many of them personally so that everything was as he wanted.

Vader could be many things, and one of them seemed to be perfectionism, Thorax hadn't sat well in his master's office and he already had a mountain of reports and results of everything he had ordered, the man literally did everything: To Checking the amount of income that each region could make to the needs of each battalion.

Is he a man or a machine?? Even Celestia had to delegate her responsibilities to keep her sanity intact and often by the lack of knowledge about the subject (She would soon spend months of her life trying to understand such a subject, Immortality must give all the time in the world for this.)

But how did he know all this? When he made the Council he thought it was to mirror what the sun goddess did to her senate, but it looked more like a circle of device than an actual council.

It bothered him a lot, all humans had been slaves for millennia, the few who knew how to read were slaves to nobles and who really managed to know something, but the rest? They were just manual workers, the only things they needed to know was to use a tool and listen to their masters.

But from what he could read, Vader had managed to do something absurdly fast that would take anyone decades, he managed to create an entire corp dedicated to logistics and studies, another entire corp dedicated to scavenge raw materials for equipment and some other items like even he could not know.

Yes, Vader was hiding something from HIM of all people, but what? And why?

The more he went through the reports the more he was surprised and the more he was suspicious.

His master wasn't just looking for hard materials for armor and equipment, or gunpowder for muskets only, he was looking for different types of gases...

And apparently he even gave some of it names, but it was filed with a stamp that could only be read by himself, 'Tibanna', whatever it was, Vader was on a huge hunt for this weird stuff.

Another one was a project he was working on, also on a huge quest, shit, he'd assigned an entire army to look for that, and it wasn't an object or material anymore, it was somebody.

Again, it was classified just for him and interestingly the Elders, what were those old men up to?

'Operation: Chains of a Shadow' 

Even if he wanted to, he could not investigate such operations that his master was so focused, but this one seemed to be of special interest to him, as far as soldiers could know, it was something about ruins of ancient tribes in times of the Great War, it was ordered that the troops to avoid as much as possible of even touching such historic centers, if they did not want to receive the maximum penalty for disobedience.

Should they find such monuments, a detachment of the 15th legion, or 'Shadows of the Past' (How fucking original) to investigate the rubble under Vader's orders and authority.

Why was he so fascinated by the past? And why such strict rules if found? What did he expect to find? What would he gain from this?

So many questions and no answers, and more and more Thorax just grew more frustrated with his master's lack of confidence in his apprentice, Why was he was hiding so much from one of his best soldiers? Why hide so much from his only friend?

But that was not what worried Thorax the most, what concerned him most was that his master, he was silent, since his 'walk' (AKA Destruction of an entire fucking legion) he withdrew from military affairs, and left the command to the advisory board that helped him.

Thorax would understand if he was trying to make time for himself, running a nation is a frighteningly monstrous task, and when you centralize power as much as Vader did, most of the important decisions would fall on your shoulders and he was more than happy to help his master.

But no, he didn't go into seclusion to have peace and quiet, he was looking for something, not with his eyes, but with his mysterious magic, or the 'force' as he likes to call it.

If the force is as Vader describes it, he must be experiencing enormous torment or difficulties in this spiritual plane, The force is completely based on the emotions of the bearer as he told, the more powerful the emotions, the more power the bearer exudes.

However, this means that he can feel emotions, he can feel what others feel, maybe his master is meditating on the various negative emotions he felt in his recent campaign, on the negative emotions he inflicted.

Thorax does not know what is happening in his master's mind with the abundance of death, pain and suffering that are passing around with this war, The Changeling does not approve the mindless massacres, but what can he do? He is an outsider in an army that only tolerates him because he is the 'chosen one' of their 'god'.

He could only hope, hope that his master was ok.





He was focused, out of the material world for a long time, how long? He didn't have time to ponder it, he had capable soldiers, they didn't need him all the time.

The Spirit plane here is as busy as Coruscant, life here is abundant and the force seems to have a very important job in daily life here, the 'magic' here is absurdly connected with it, he can feel it from the biggest monster to the smallest of grams.

But something caught his attention a long time ago.

The darkness here is as abundant as the light, it's spread across these lands, but it seems that their epicenters are in two locations, ironically one seems to fight the other for control.

That shouldn't have been possible, the dark side could be a very dangerous and enigmatic force, but it was always in tandem, and when you managed to tame it, all the dark side obeyed you, but here? It's different, and that intrigued him.

Since then he's been looking for these sources, since then he's been trying to connect, or call in any way to these entities.

But something was driving him out, something was fighting his presence, it infuriated him.

But after so many attempts, after so many failures, something called him, something tried to talk to him.

He was no longer inside his room and in his comfortable chair, he was floating over a vast red ocean, thunderstorms raged around him, his aura of hate and anger completely covering him, like a huge flame that doesn't go out.

Something was with him in that vast ocean on the spiritual plane, something that at first sight had made him feel something he hadn't felt in a long time.

Complete shock and horror.

That..... Thing.... Could not be described by mere words, its mere presence made him unnerved, the feeling of dread, the feeling of.... Fear.....

It was the embodiment of darkness, the embodiment of horror.

"Y̴̺̪̤̹͔̙̝̏̉̎̓͋̍͠ₒ̷̝̊́̕ᵤ̶̥̂͊̂͊̐̈́̅ ̴̡̭̳̰̭̀̒̓̚͠͝ₛ̷̜̻̳̱͒̓̑̍̄̑͗ₕ̵̡̠͍̆́̏͆̄̄͌̕̕ͅₒ̵̯̙͙͈̪̺̆̿̃̔̈́̿͐ᵤ̸͔̦̍̇͋͛̀͘ₗ̵̠̜̫͙̟̣̺̻̌͋̂d̶̳̪͍̘̬̜͕͚̀̽̒̔ͅₙ̵̥͉̰̱̳͇̱̜̫͐̀̀̔͐̑͠'̷̜̝̃̌̅́̓̉͌͆͝ͅₜ̶̖͉̔ ̶̘͕̪͒̾ᵦ̵̰͈̣̋͌́͂̇̇̊ₑ̸̛̲̻̞̬̦̍̾͛̓̀́͝ ̸̨̗͚̳͂̑̿̂̊̎͆͌̎͜͝ₕ̷̧̤͖̙̑̅̆͋̍̐̄̈́͜͠͠ₑ̷̪̈́̽̎̉ᵣ̴̣̈͑́̇̇̀ₑ̸̨̧̠͇̩̺̫̣͎̍̇͂̄,̶̨̠̱̮̗̙̈́͛̍̄̏̈́̑̕͘ͅ ̴̫͎̈́͜ₛ̷̨͕̲͋ₜ̴͚̺̟͍͎̒̓̅͆̋̾̐̕͠ᵣ̵̼̫̄ₐ̸̨̱̝̦͎͙̮͑́̓̈͌̚͝͠ₙ̸̛̙̱͓̩̥͙̼̟̺̂͆̇͌̓̋̄g̶̢̢̧̰̳̭͊͊͗̀̿̐̿͆ₑ̵͉̣̣̜̬̩͗̑͋͌̒͜͜ᵣ̷̢̱̹̜̻͇̹͕̉͋́̃͑̉̒͠․̸̧͎͍̼͖̟͎͈̋̃̓․̵̛̥̖͔̽̋̇̄̓̆̑̒̿․̵̞̈̈́․̴̡̛̖̯͎̩͔̘̦̠̫͊̏͂́"

Then, without warning, it lunged at him, all its claws and tentacles drawn, mouth open with dark and more horrifying tentacles coming out of the inside, stinging towards him.
> Disillusionment of an abandoned soul.
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

He walked with heavy steps, even drawing the attention of two guards who passed by his side with their bright white armor, Thorax was always a friendly and cheerful commander even in the most difficult times, seeing him stressed at this level was very strange even for the who didn't know him well.

The discoveries he had made while in Vader's office had completely overwhelmed him, so many secrets kept from him, why had his master never even hesitated to leave him in the dark?

He had plans that went far beyond what he imagined, some completely horrifying him and others making him question his master's sanity.

He had plans to manage the territories after conquering the Crystal Empire, and now he understood why populations that weren't slaughtered in combat by angry soldiers were suddenly disappearing, they were being purged.

Vader was driving them out of the cities and sending them like waves of refugees to the territories still controlled by Equestria, he wanted to make room for the Humans to take the homes for themselves.

The plan was not just to seize the land for Humanity but also to use the refugees to delay the Royal Guard's advances, while slowing down the supply caravans. Overpopulating cities and towns and causing absurd problems for law enforcement and logistical forces to maintain themselves.

It was cold, calculating and very cruel, but it worked.

And with a yell he slammed his fist into the wall beside him, drawing the attention of a few soldiers behind him, who were marching towards him.

Thorax just punched and punched the wall more, no longer caring about the consequences, pouring out all the frustration that had piled up with the discoveries, with all the doubts that accumulated in his mind.

The soldiers who had stopped at Thorax's outburst, watching him crack and break his fists on the wall more and more as his hatred grew more and more, looked at each other and nodded.

Slowly so as not to attract attention they walked backwards, then turned in the direction they previously came and increased their steps.

The Scales in Thorax's hands were smeared with green blood, bleeding from the cuts that were made on his skin and yet, even with all that pain and burning he continued, screaming more and more with more and more furious. Questions and questions went through his head just piercing his skull like a unicorn's magic ray.

Everything Thorax had done so far wasn't enough?? all the suffering, all the pain he caused, so much death, didn't mean anything to HIM??

He shifted his gaze to her bloodied fist, and looked away in shame. How he changed....

So many lives suffering indirectly from the actions of his own master, so much pain and blood being spilled and he worried about such trivial motives.

But he couldn't contain these emotions, he believed that even his if his master was rigid, he truly belived his master cared about him, it seems he was wrong.

Sighing, he would go back to walking through the huge corridors, leaving the headquarters and heading towards the exit, ignoring the surprised and suspicious looks of the people around him, he needed to wash his hands to avoid an infection.

He snickered, dying to an infection after doing so much and conquering nothing....

It would be ironic, but what could he lose now? No one would miss him.

He let out another breath, his hand directing his head, squeezing with a fervor that made his entire head shake as he gritted his teeth.

No one would miss him.

Pharynx.... Spike...... Ember....

Where were they when his world fell apart...?

His own brother turned his back on him when they took him off the throne, calling him 'weak' and 'leading them to stagnation'.

Spike did nothing when he needed help, he still remembered like it was yesterday.

Thorax rushed in, slamming the door hard and startling the occupants inside.

"I need to talk to Spike! NOW!" he exclaimed below

The guards gaped at each other, then quickly closed their faces and approached him.

"Sir changeling, You can only enter with permission, do you have an appointment?" One of the guards would ask as they both stopped in front of him.

"Appointment...?! No! I-" He couldn't continue as the guard cut him off in mid-speech.

"Then I'm sorry but we can't help you." He says dismissively with a neutral expression.

"I know Spike! Princess' assistant! Please, I just want to talk to him!" He would say begging with an expression of desperation and shaking hands with the other showing even more desperation.

The guards looked at each other not knowing what to do, but before one of them could say anything another voice entered the conversation.

"What is going on here?" A Soft male voice came from upstairs.

The guards looked to where the voice came from.

"Just a delusional changeling, we're already going to take him away sir." The guard said while grabbing the shoulder of Thorax, making him yelp.

"No! No need... Come in Thorax!" Spike revealed himself hurrying down the stairs.

The Changeling would smile as he hurried past the guards while they just rolled their eyes.

"Spike! Spike my friend is so good to see you!" Thorax would yell as he gave Spike a bear hug, who would yeep in shock but laugh back.

"Is good to see you too Thorax! It's been so long since I saw you!" The teenage dragon would say as it was placed on the ground.

The Changeling would keep his smile, but with a sadder expression.

"I know Spike... Look... I need to talk to you...."

Spike's smile faded

Of course he couldn't help looking back he could see what a fool he was, seriously, what could that stupid dinosaur have done??? Friendship to the Changelings again??

He let out a sudden laugh to himself as he leaned against a tree, he was already far from the city, in the middle of the forest and away from everyone, where he could reconnect his senses and feelings. Still, the more he thought, the more he questioned himself.

How foolish was he when he was younger? When he took the throne he thought that the way to peace and reconciliation was the way forward, that friendship could be something shared with everything and everyone and with authority it would be easier.

How silly he was, 'treat others the way you want to be treated', he always thought that was the right way, and the reward was half the hive to turn against him, and kill themselves simply for disagreeing with him.

Slowly he fell to his knees, laughing and laughing maniacally, everything he went through, everything he suffered, so much betrayal, it was funny, it was hilarious.

Fate was laughing in his face, it made him suffer with every step he took and every thing he wanted he had to bleed to conquer it, and always alone.

"Yet.... You always prevailed...."

He widened his eyes and frankly looked around.

"W-who is there?? Show yourself!" He would say trying to keep his tone aggressive and failing.

"Do you really think you're making a difference? That all your struggles will change something?" The voice continued, while Thorax still looked around the trees without being able to identify her direction.

"No.... In the end, Vader wins." he says in a mocking tone, his voice echoing around his surroundings, leaking echo.

"Whatever you want...you won't get with me!" Thorax would scream at the darkness that surrounded him, which approached, he tried to move away but saw him approaching.

"My friend, I already have it." He said laughing, Thorax popped his eyes.

"D-D-Discord....?" Changeling says with his mouth trembling.

Suddenly, the shadows retreated, all passing around him and going in a single direction, all converging in a single location, and suddenly coming together completely, spinning into a mini-tornado and immediately dissipating, revealing the grotesque, chaotic creature.

"Thorax, has been a while..." He says with a huge smile.

"W-what are you d-doing here???" Thorax spoke in complete shock as he tried to pull away, only to find the Chaos Lord entwined around him laughing as he placed his hands on his shoulders.

"What am I doing here?! Can't i see a long time friend??" He would laugh as he pulled Thorax close.

"After all, I came to bring you a present…" He ended with a smile that looked like it would cut his own face in half.

"A...Gift....?" He slowly looked up to face the smiling Discord.

"Yes my dear, a gift." He spoke now in a soft tone as he extended his open palm in front of Thorax, who began to pulse and radiate.

"The gift of power to match your master, and knowledge of his deepest secrets and biggest regrets." He spoke in a seductive tone as he stroked Thorax's left shoulder.

"You only have to promise fealty to me and accept my... Gifts....~" He said as Thorax looked thirstily at the lord's open palm, everything he ever wished for...?

Vader never offered the same to him.

"Whats do you think bug boy?~"
> The Duel of the Darkness
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------



He didn't know how long he'd been there, hours? Days? Weeks? Months?

Like it or not, he didn't know, it left a very arid taste for the Dark Lord, but it was the truth, since he entered the vast and infinite ocean that is the Force, he couldn't keep up with the timezone outside.

All because of that.

Whatever he was holding back, just didn't tire, didn't stop and didn't have an ounce of pity. Since he got off the physical plane he's been in combat against whatever the thing was that attacked him, and worst of all, he was losing.

The more he fought the abomination in front of him, the more he weakened, with each attack the Force seemed to be slowly sucked from his body.

It was impossible, it shouldn't have been possible, but here it was, a creature that was sucking his life-force.

He was already in a perpetual war against a force that had tried and failed to invade not only his dream but the dream of all his troops, but now he was weakening with what little was left of his powers.

Even so he didn't give up, as for every monster attack, Vader's retribution was 10 times worse, but even so he couldn't deny it, he was spiritually exhausted.

And even then, the opponent didn't capitalize on his victory, instead he did something that many opponents of the Dark Lord did, and that they regretted a lot.

He taunted Vader.

"աɧԹԵ ɿՏ ɿԵ ʅɿԵԵʅe ՏɿԵɧ? ԹԲՐԹɿԺ ԾԲ Եɧe ԺԹՐk?"

It was not in common, or in any language that Vader had ever heard of, except from his own master.

He was speaking in Ancient Sith.

Even so, his words echoed in Skywalker's mind, they echoed, distant but not too far, thousands of taunts, insults and belittles hitting him as the being surrounded him on the spiritual plane.

Was this how he would die? Being insulted to death by a predator who simply takes too much pleasure in his victim's suffering...?

Vader's fists clenched and shook.

That was not how he would die, he refused, for everything he went through, for everything he sacrificed and for everyone who had their lives lost, he would not leave in vain....

They deserved it at least.

He did not give up, in the Force, thousands of voices screamed for him, echoing his voices of admiration and devotion in their souls. Their feelings good, bad and everything in between, everything was aimed at him, everything giving him the strength to go forward and destroy everything and everyone in his path.

Since he took on the mantle of leader they'd filled him with not only personal praise and admiration, but also spiritual, in the force feelings gave him power and that would define how you would use her or if she would use you, even in a perpetual spiritual conflict with another entity that tried to invade the dreams of his subjects he was never shaken.

The darkness that protected them did this not only physically but spiritually as well, it taxed Vader extremely, but a promise must be kept, this constant war with Celestia's forces had weakened him enough for whatever this thing is to invade his plan spiritual in an attempt to defeat him and use him as a host for something, this plan would have worked with other average users of the force.

But Vader was much more than Average.

In his new rejuvenated vigor he let out a roar that echoed to all four corners of the world, creating earthquakes and natural disasters unseen More thousands of years since the beginning of climate controls by the pony's, earthquakes hit mountains, tidal waves destroyed small villages and woods , and animals all over the world began to scream and hide in pure fear.

Vader's hatred was heard very clearly throughout the world, by all beings and by nature itself.

Anger was a very momentary feeling but very powerful, Vader knew that very well, it could arise in a moment of extreme frustration in anything you do giving you new vigor and energy, it was extremely useful but extremely difficult to control, but Vader he was a Sith and a master of emotions. Controlling them is part of being his.

With this wave of rejuvenated power and vigor he counterattacked the entity, completely surprising her and pushing back totally, all the progress she had made had been reversed and now the Sith lord was in the lead.

An invisible duel, but easily felt if the creature was spiritually or magically strong enough.

Celestia felt, Luna felt, Twilight felt, and the feelings they felt in that moment couldn't be described in words.

Vader had already proven himself capable of such feats in the previous days in his encounter with the Royal Guard, but this was different, this was both a challenge and a revelation, this lord was extremely different from the rival they had fought millennia before.

The old enemy didn't care about the well-being of his subjects, he didn't protect anyone but himself, he didn't innovate and he didn't have conviction, he conquered and consumed without any worries about casualties or side effects.

That? Celestia was apprehensive. He was patient, calculating and brutal with those he considered enemies. With many who surrendered to him, he showed benevolence but to those who resisted, unparalleled brutality.

And it didn't help that humans romanticized everything the ancient tyrant did, at that time humanity had come together for two reasons; hate and fear.

Hatred of how they were treated as Outcasts by the forces of harmony and chaos, and Fear of their master, he didn't kill his victims, he consumed them completely, not in the form of cannibalism, but devouring the victim's soul and essence, it kept every human warlord in line, for like it or not, the monster was immortal.

Now he had returned, or at least the chosen successor, and worst of all, he was much worse, he didn't even have to do anything to defeat one of the elements of harmony, one of his own henchmen did, if his cannon fodder was like that , imagine him?

"Գɿעe Մρ ՇɧԾՏeՌ ԾՌe ԾԲ Եɧe ʍԹՏk, ՎԾՄ ՇԹՌ'Ե աɿՌ ɧeՐe." The monstrosity taunted him.

"I will not submit monstrosity! Never again!" Vader roared back.

With one move with his hands he would knock the monster back, causing it to lose its advantage and defenses.

The chance of the chosen one, with one more attack of hate, he threw the monster to the ground, making him shrink more and more.

"Kneel" Vader would say dryly.

"ՌeעeՐ! ՎԾՄ ՇԹՌ'Ե ԺԾ ԵɧɿՏ! ԵɧɿՏ ɿՏ ɿʍρԾՏՏɿՅʅe!" The creature screamed, despair starting to creep into his voice.

"I did the impossible time and time again, and it wasn't a request!" Vader roared back.

He pulled his arms back, and with a long sigh he released all his remaining strength above the monster who would completely lose control of his body.

"I. SAID. KNEEL!" He screamed.

The monster got to its knees, supporting itself with its arms as it visibly came to the same size as Vader, panting and worn out.

"ɿ.... ɿ-ɿ Թ-Թ-Թʍ Թ-Թ-ԹԵ Վ-Վ-ՎԾՄՐ Տ-Տ-ՏeՐעɿՇe ʍ-ʍ-ʍɿʅԾՐԺ...." He says very hesitantly.

Vader had tamed the personification of darkness, and now, it was under his command.
> The Love Bug
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

A long period of silence ran through the forest, no birds sang, no sounds of animals passing through the trees, and the waterfall seemed to have silenced in anticipation of Thorax's response.

The Changeling was in almost an internal duel, back and forth over their picks.

Yes, Vader had kept him in the dark about his more… 'Dark' plans, and even seeing so many secrets Thorax knew Vader had even more in his room.

But Vader might have reason to leave Thorax in the dark, did his master doubt his loyalty?

That could be it, but his master did something that many did not hesitate to simply turn their backs and abandon him. He had saved him.

He trained him, gave him a roof over his head, gave him food, and on top of that, an entire battalion under his command. He trusted Changeling, but why still hide from his second-in-command? What did he fear?

And Discord, He had already helped Thorax when he needed it in fighting Chrysalis and discovering their 'potential', which in reality was just a corruption of their kind that made them basically puppets for Equestria.

That was the Chaos god he was talking about, A trickster and a liar, a being who caused destruction and war across continents for his amusement, who completely turned his followers into unrecognizable monstrosities to be 'beautiful' in the eyes of the god.

He gritted his teeth and held himself back from hitting himself. That wasn't him, how could he spend so much hate and anger with his master for simply keeping secrets that didn't even affect him directly?

How could he betray someone who was almost a father he never had?

"I refuse" He says in a neutral tone.

Discord was silent, looking surprised.

"Refuse? You can outdo your master! Think about it! Becoming a god! That's not an offer i would make to anyone!" He says while flying in circles in Changeling while swinging his arms

"You could humiliate your so-called 'Friends'." He said in a mega-sarcastic tone at friends while making an up and down motion with his index and middle fingers to better symbolize.

"I don't want to become a god, I want to make a difference." Thorax said calmly as he pushed Discord away.

"I want to show those bastards who abandoned me how much I'm worth! That I am something other than a nobody who's shy, defenseless and easy to control! I'M GOING TO DO IT BY MYSELF!" He yelled at the god who looked more amused than frightened by the Ex-King's outburst

"I WILL ACHIEVE THIS WITH MY OWN WILL! WITH MY OWN DEDICATION! AND WITHOUT BETRAYING THE ONE PERSON WHO TAKEN ME UP WHEN ALL OTHERS THROWED ME TO THE GROUND!" He ended up panting, but still holding his head high and his expression fierce.

"OK, then." Discord said, putting his hands on his back and slowly flying backwards.

The changeling's expression changed from one of anger to one of complete confusion.

"Just like that...? Are you going to give up that fast?" Discord burst out laughing.

"I only made this proposal to cause additional chaos because I was bored. But you and your 'Master' are already causing a lot of chaos for me! ~" He spoke with a smile that broke his face as he flew in circles

"When I saw a Changeling, alone, frustrated, helpless... I couldn't resist~" He said in a low tone as he licked his lips.

Thorax just narrowed his eyes with hatred.

"This is all a game to you." It wasn't a question, it was an statement.

"Of course it is! Life is just one huge amusement park! I just know how to have more fun than most!~" He said laughing as he circled Thorax

"What i don't know is, why don't you help me set it on fire?" The God asked in a voice that grew darker and darker, more and more frightening as he got closer and closer to the changeling. Which surprisingly didn't back down, but instead he faced the god of chaos in defiance.

"Get out of my sight Discord, and never come near me again, you two-faced freak." That drew a reaction from the god, for the first time Thorax saw it, Discord had frowned, and growled.

"Listen here you little-" He trailed off, suddenly and out of nowhere, his disdainful expression changed to one of shock and desperation.

Thorax raised an eyebrow at the scene the god was putting on, but he said nothing.

"N-no, he didn't.... H-he can't!" He stuttered in a tone of despair, something he had never seen the god of chaos do in his life either.

He looked back at the changeling.

"What have you all done??" He screamed in shock as he shook Thorax, who was totally bewildered by the situation.

"What the hell are you talking about??" Thorax screamed as he was shaken by Discord. This caused the God of Chaos to stop and release the changeling as he walked backwards, nearly losing his balance, having to lean on the tree.

He casts a panicked look this time at Thorax, who was surprised at the sincerity of the god's despair.

"You don't know what you brought back. You have doomed us all. He will devour everything in his path, and nothing will be able to stop it!" He said with finality, snapping his fingers and disappearing as quickly as he appeared.

Thorax was now alone again in the forest, which had now returned to its natural state, the animals rustling again along with the muffled sound of chains hitting rocks.

What got into Discord? What scared an immortal being like him? And what did he say about 'Devour everything'?

He shook his head. Turning around and walking back to town. He couldn't believe he was actually caring about what Discord said.

His acting was good he wouldn't lie, he believed that look of despair unleashed on him. But it's obvious what he was trying to do, making him, let his guard down with that liar's false fears and trick him into working with him out of pity.

He was not as foolish as that abomination thought.

A long sigh left his mouth as he tightened his grip on his skin angrily. How could he be so angry over something as small as that? Laughing in despair like a maniac?

He thought angrily as he kicked the can of rage. Discord had weakened him enough, he should have used his influence to let his chaotic feelings to his advantage.

I promise master, I promise I'll never abandon you like the others abandoned me, you have my word. 

"Ooooooooohoooooh Hooooooohoooo!~"

He stopped dead on his tracks, A voice bewitched him, a choir, it was beautiful. Of course the set of voices was wonderful to hear, but that first one. It was as if an instrument had gained a voice of its own. He had to know who it belonged to.

Following the sounds, he saw in the distance a huge gathering of people, a large number of humans surrounding a fire, guitar sounds played along with a choir of people. The crowd singing along.

'Well.... I have nothing better to do.... And Vader obviously will not get out of his room anytime soon... Let's see what this is about.'

"When the world seems bleak and cold
When your bones feel tired and old
When wind is howling through the trees!"

Impressively, people in the crowd made way for him. Many with a look of disdain, but most of them with looks of admiration and approval, he was Vader's chosen one after all.

He continued to walk through the group towards the fire, listening to the music and singing voices, it was beautiful and catchy.

"There's a shelter from the storm
There's a fire burning warm
You'll find it if you follow him!"

'This is getting.... Getting really close to home. He chuckled sad with the thought, remembering the countless nights he spent alone in the rain and storm running away in a bonfire.

The closer he got to the fire, the more he saw the better the choir that directed the crowd and showed the way. They surrounded a central figure who was standing in a chair, the female voice leading the way.

It was a Changeling. A Female Changeling.

"Oh, the Bliss
Oh, the Bliss
Oh, the Bliss will set you free
Oh, the Bliss is gonna make you see!"

The crowd sang as he walked, making almost a corridor to he walk upon

"When the world seems grim and dark
When the sky won't show a star
When fog is thicker than the sea"

He didn't have enough words to describe her, her scales reflected in the light of the descending sun, her eyes green like the beautiful lawns of a pasture. Your body is healthy and well cared for. She was magnificent, to him, almost a mirage.

He continued to get closer, and the closer he got, the more he realized more and more her beauty was something he had never seen anywhere, in any corner of his former kingdom.

"Travel through the blackest night
In the forest hides the light
You'll find it if you follow him!"

Her simple cloth and hood did not hide her wonderful and beautiful face, with features and a unique beauty so perfect and well placed it looked like they had been carved by some ancient god.

Their eyes met, and when they met, he was more well received than he possibly could've asked.

"The Chosen One came! He basks us with his presence! Rejoice brother and Sisters! REJOICE!"

All around them people cheered, clapping and throwing their hands in the air, he felt loved, he felt as this place was his calling, very embarrassed as he scratched the back of his head. She was staring at him with her eyes, eyes that burned as hot as the supernova of a thousand suns.

Slowly she got down from her chair as she walked towards him.

"Oh, the Bliss
Oh, the Bliss
Oh, the Bliss will set you free
Oh, the Bliss is gonna make you see"

His heart felt like it was going to explode out of his chest as she approached him removing her hood, proudly displaying her wonderful face.

Without thinking and suddenly, he bowed, one hand on his chest and the other stretched back, startling the other Changeling, thus causing many women in the crowd to squeal with delight and a few men to whistle in celebration to them.

He was asking her for a dance.

"When the world is torn by war
When the rain of bullets pours
When bombs fall like autumn leaves!"

She hesitantly and blushing a little, took his hand after bowing back to him.

Gently Thorax pulled her close, surprising her, he picked her up and stood by her side in the waltz position, he then started to dance while the crowd sang with them, several couples being pushed or dragged laughing into the center as well.

"There's a garden through the gate
Where Vader keeps us safe
You'll find it if you follow him!"

He didn't take his eyes off her, who giggled as they danced, twirled together. Her laugh was lovely, it made his heart burn with a fervor he had never felt before.

He laughed along with her as they continued to dance and listen to the beautiful music being sung along with many other couples.

Thorax for the first time in a long time felt nothing but happiness. He was for the first time feeling truly accepted, he was having fun. He was feeling... At home.

"And oh, the Bliss
Oh, the Bliss
Oh, the Bliss will set you free
Oh, the Bliss is gonna make you see!"

Time passed like the wind, he didn't know how long he was in that circle dancing and singing along with that angel, but he didn't care, how many hours it was, he didn't want it to end, and he would enjoy every second.

"Oh, the Bliss!
Oh, the Bliss!
Oh, the Bliss!"

At the end of the dance, at the end of the song, when the choir would lower their tones along with the end of the guitar notes.

He was holding her back as they were in the final Waltz pose, both of them staring at each other with the fire of passion in their eyes. Without a second thought, he pulled her closer and closer, her smile grew more and more, and then the lips met, he made contact with the sweet lips of his dancing partner, who had reciprocated holding his face.

Everyone was cheering around them and applauding for the dance and the scene they were making.

Thorax had found something that was missing in his life, that he never expected he needed, that he never thought he would enjoy or even need. But now? He didn't know how he would live away from this magnificent celestial being in front of him.

That Changeling for the first time found true love.

In the background, a figure watched them, its red eyes piercing the darkness, not far away but not close enough to be seen. It laughed softly.

"You did it Thorax." The rising moon revealed Darth Vader leaning on a tree watching the crowd, exclusively his apprentice.

"Enjoy, enjoy while you can. And never let go of that desire, never let go of that need, and never leave that person you've found." He says as he turned his back and walked towards the nowhere, entering the darkness of the city.

"Or you will lose yourself..." He finished by fading into the night, the only witness being the glow of the early moonlight.
> The Dark
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

"My Lord, with all due respect. That was a failure." He said as he pinched his brows in exasperation. In front of him stood Vader, who kept his back to the Spymaster, something that irritated him even more.

"On the contrary Keeper, this has been one of the greatest successes of mine since coming to this world." He responded with his arms crossed as he watched the rising sun.

Keeper, furiously slammed both of his hands on the table in an attempt to get a reaction from his master.

"Success??? SUCCESS??? 40 of my agents died! The best ones for no reason!" He ranted with hatred, while Vader gave him a sideways glance with his helmet. His posture did not change at all with his Spymaster's outburst.

It was clear to any human who had known them well that their god's motivation was a complete mystery. Every order he gave was cryptic and without any explanation at first, just out of loyalty and a sense of duty they did it without question.

They would always win.

Time and time again, battle after battle. City after city.

Everyone under the dark lord's banner saw themselves as invincible.

But Keeper knew better, he knew his master much better. Everything he did was calculated down to the smallest detail, and everything had a reason.

That was why he was so enraged at that moment, how could his master spend such valuable resources and men for something as trivial as a legend?? It didn't make any sense.

"Do you know what exactly the ruins I had sent you to investigate were?" Vader asked in a tone Keeper couldn't recognize under his mask. "Or its importance?"

"Importance? What importance? Historical??" He casually scoffed as he threw up his hands in frustration. "We are in a war my lord! We can't derail like this!"

Anyone in his place would never speak or act like that in front of an entity capable of ending his life and soul with the literal snap of his fingers, in the blink of an eye with a minimum of effort. But for Vader, this was very refreshing.

The Spymaster had the Sith's confidence, and although he did not reveal too much to the council member, he knew he could tell him some of his plans. And it was Vader's own incentive to put Keeper in a position to speak out to the Sith, since he already had admirers or loyal souls in absurd numbers.

Having someone who had the guts to say something Vader wouldn't want to hear or outright criticize him was far better than thousands bowing or praising him with every breath he took.

That didn't make him like it. But it was extremely necessary.

"Now I'm going to have a huge headache to recruit more and be able to replace the ones that are already in training! And I'll have to promote some who still don't have enough experience-"

"Enough" Vader cut him off, slowly turning his body to face his counselor.

"Their sacrifices will not be forgotten, nor their importance in helping me acquire new power to challenge our enemies." Now the councilor's face had changed from anger to confusion. "An ally is the best description of him."

"Him? I don't follow my lord, who-" He froze. A sense of desperation washed over his body, a feeling he couldn't describe as anything less than terrifying. An aura of terror and darkness filled the room.

It was like a pitch-black, a mist that began to dissipate from his master's body that reverberated in his soul to the world outside.

He tried to speak, but nothing came out of his voice. His mouth opened and closed but nothing happened. He had never felt so terrified as at that moment.

He felt.

Something caressing his shoulders, slowly squeezing and releasing.

It was like a satisfying massage. If it weren't for the being that was doing it.

"Шнλτ λπ ιπτгιϑυιπϑ ιϑπσгλπτ sσυl..." The voice was thick, deep. The hands-on his shoulder were pure darkness, a dark aura seemed to completely engulf her.

But the face of that thing had made him freeze. It did not look like it had skin, it did not look like a mask, it was just pitch black. Its white eyes shimmered with a brilliance that almost made him close his eyes.

But the Shock made him keep his eyes wide open.

The figure smiled at him, its mouth toothless and it looked as if much of its upper lip was glued to its lower lip, like goo or melting skin. It was a nightmare.

"Шнλτ's шгσπϑ, lιττlε σπε? Dσεs ϻψ λρρελгλπςε... Ѕςλгε ψσυ?" That thing asked in an innocent and hurt tone, it's out worldly and terrifying voice coupled with its evil smile showing its true intentions as his eyes narrowed.

"Shadow, that's enough." Vader commanded him in a tight, disapproving voice as if he were disciplining a child.

"Ψσυ λгε πσ ғυπ ϻλsτεг!" That thing struck a dramatic pose after letting go of the counselor, in a false tone of hurt.

That figure slowly emerged from behind the human and walked towards Vader, fully revealing itself as it entered his field of vision.

He had to hold back a frown of disgust as he took in the details of the thing trying to keep the shape of a pony. It was an impressive feat of making a disgusting race even more difficult to look at.

The shadow creature seemed to have noticed the looks he was giving itself. It chuckled as he walked.

"My Lord, with all the respect that a divine being like you should receive.... What the fuck is this?" He almost screamed, completely freaked out by… whatever that thing was.

"This is the fruit of our discovery." His eyes widened even more at the revelation. The creature approaching the Dark Lord completely spread out into a black aura, gliding towards the Sith's outstretched hand, completely engulfing it in darkness.

As quickly as it arrived, the darkness was fully absorbed by Vader, his arms returned to being crossed as if nothing had happened.

Spymaster couldn't believe it. He couldn't trust his own eyes.

That thing, that creature matched all the references to.....

....

The Pony of Shadows.....

A million things flashed through his mind and made him instinctively take a step back. He did everything he could to hold back the beads of sweat that threatened to run down his face.

The creature seemed to enjoy seeing the realization on his face, along with the fear.

This thing... It was an abomination that had plagued the world in ancient times. When the world was still trying to recover from the great war and when anarchy reigned.

A creature that had forced all the great warriors and element bearers of the ponies to sacrifice themselves just to seal this thing, and yet here it was...

Free and unbound to do plague the world just like in the ancient times...

But he trusted his master, he had that thing on a tight leash. Otherwise, he would not have been with his guard down in the presence of such a vile thing. Nevertheless, he still did not feel safe.

This thing carried itself so carelessly and relaxed. And that was what frightened him the most.

Such people were the most dangerous.

When someone tried to act like a strong person by hurling insults and trying to assert himself by acting superior, you could easily tell that he was trying to prove something. A person who is insecure with himself and wants to make up for it in any way possible.

This is easily seen in weak leaders who try to show strength when they lack any.

But if someone really has the intellect and power to make good on their threats. The person does not show it.

The Pony of Shadows not only did not show its villainous power, but it also acted like a child. As if it was all a joke.

It was terrifying.

"Well, my lord... I... understand...-" The counselor said, trying to change the subject while trying to ignore the overwhelming feeling of being watched. They could continue talking about that...Thing, other time.

"Unfortunately, your unforeseen 'departure' caused.... problems..." His enormous hesitation and tension as he tried to speak meant only meant one thing. Bad news, and he was afraid of angering the Lord of the Sith.

Vader heaved a great internal sigh. He only left for 4 weeks.

It only took 4 weeks for everything go wrong.

It was amazing how much they depended on him. Everything had to be done by him or something would go wrong.

Every little detail had to be checked by him. No orders could be given without his permission, and no failures were reported back.

He was the undisputed divine Autocrat of the Human Domain, but it was absurd that his council could not take the initiative in either domestic or foreign policy.

He had chosen each to delegate a branch from each part of his empire; Stalker was the Master of espionage, trainer of his agents, and Vader's eyes and ears.

Guardian was the general of the army, the one who commanded his troops when he was unavailable. When Vader took on the role of commanding the troops, she kept order and managed the conquered territories.

The Elder was the civil administrator, the one who oversaw and ordered the civil constructions and, with his team, looked after the welfare of the common people.

And finally, Keeper was the Indoctrinator (master of propaganda), who made sure that all books, arts or news were checked and who censored anything that presented his enemies in a good light, while constantly vilifying them.

Each of them was supposed to take care of certain important aspects while improving and expanding them over time. 

But the truth was far more disappointing

Vader had to take full charge and use his autocratic powers to issue orders, for his will was absolute and couldn't be veto'd. For in the council each member tried to sabotage the other in some way for petty reasons; Ranging from internal land disputes to influence or personal animosity.

At first, Vader ignored this, assuming that such infighting would end with the start of the war against a common enemy.

He was wrong. As they took advantage of the conflict to sabotage even each other, with the hopes of gaining Vader's attention with their 'better' performance than the 'competition'.

This frustrated the Sith Lord deeply. The only ones he could trust were Thorax, the spymaster, and his field commanders. For they were the only ones where their loyalty did not threaten the progress of the war with imbecile schemes

"Have no fear councilor, you are too efficient to be punished for a mistake made by your colleagues." He said in a neutral tone, hoping to allay his advisor's fears.

"Th-Thank you, my lord, your mercy is boundless!" he exclaimed gratefully. As he cleared his throat and returned his attention to his report.

"But... What we will say to the people about your new... Powers?" He asked hesitantly while looking at Vader.

"Invent some excuse using my 'divinity'. No one must know of our newfound advantage." He said, while motioning for his servant to give him the bad news.

"Understood..." He nodded while nervously adjusting the collar of his clothes. "We have 3 new crises since your absence, 1 internal and 2 external..." He announced with a pause, expecting a reaction that never came from his master, seeing this as a signal for him to proceed.

Vader listened intently as he spoke. 3 crises in a period of 4 weeks. Absurd.

But the more he listened, the angrier he got and the more nervous his advisor became. While Shadow only became more interested.

An entire legion had been decimated on the border of Equestria, and many of the conquered territories were threatened by a new wave of troops commanded by Celestia's heir, Twilight Sparkle and the Elements of Harmony.

On the front lines of the Crystal Empire, there were reports of a new enemy appearing in the ranks, raiding and fighting both his troops and the Crystal Ponies. 

Who these enemies were? The sources did not say, but they were certain that the enemy was not from the mainland.

And to complete the chaos, public riots broke out in the capital as much of the food from the vaults collected by the government and held for distribution was being blocked by local rebellious guards. Led by an ambitious and delusional officer who believed that by controlling the city's food supply, he could put pressure on the council to gain prestigious office for himself.

Vader let out a long sigh, managing only to maintain his composure rigid as he shook his head, surprising his advisor, who had never seen his master look so…tired? Yeah, tired is the right word.

The Human Leader slowly got up and walked past him, who looked at his master in surprise and quickly followed him as he left his chambers.

"My lord?" he asked as he caught up to Vader. "What you-?"

"Prepare an immediate meeting. We have a lot to talk about." The Counselor can only swallow hard while shaking his head in the affirmative. "Let them know I'll be late."

"What will you do... My lord?" Vader was silent for a few moments before turning to face him.

"I'll be setting an example"





He yawned loudly, trying hard to turn around and lay on his back as he stretched. Letting out a lazy grunt as he scratched his right eye.

His memory was very messed up, and his body felt like it had been trampled on. And along with that his head was killing him.

'What the hell happened last night?'

He struggled to force his eyes open, they seemed to weigh tons. My god how he wanted to just turn over and go back to sleep, his body seemed to be refusing to get up.

Even though wanted to, he couldn't sleep all day. If Vader knew he was slacking off, he'd be fucked.

After finally opening his eyes, he came across his bedroom ceiling. The same roof as when he woke up bruised and completely disoriented.

When he had been driven out and abandoned by his own people, and when he had been left for dead.

He let out a tired sigh. But a small smile emerged. For it was in this room that he had met the one who had saved him, the one who had given him a second chance.

His eyes widened as the memories of last night flooded in his mind. The party, the dancing, and the kiss.... And then when they.....

His cheeks exploded in a blue tinge of embarrassment as he scratched his cheek with a crooked smile. He had spent the night with someone.... Someone he had liked...

Slowly he passed his gaze around the room, his armor and clothes were strewn across the bedroom floor....

It was a crazy night....

Looking at his side.....

.......

There was no one.... But a small letter between the messy covers and pillow.

Quickly, he grabbed the letter. There was nothing special about it, and no writing mentioning name or seal.

Opening it, both out of curiosity and concern. There was no letter, not a single word, just a small object.

A pendant. Where in it a small blue crystal hung.

A gift. A gift for him.

But..... Where is she?

Rising from his bed, while carried the crystal close to his chest. He walked towards the door, opening it and looking to both sides of the hall.

No sign of her.

Closing the door, he let out a long and sad sigh...... 

She was gone.

He glanced back at the pendant next to the crystal. He unceremoniously wrapped it around his neck, holding it close. A glow followed along with a sparkle in the crystal.

This caught his attention. Bringing it closer to his face, he could see a small pink aura dancing within it.

And its scent…. It was extremely familiar….

It was love.... But not just any kind of love.... It was her love, from that wonderful and beautiful female Changeling he had come to fall in love with.

Changelings didn't give love, they took it and consumed it. An act like that demonstrated something Thorax missed so much... Trust. 

Trust to carry the love of hers he'd enjoyed that night together.

With a smile he released the pendant, leaving it hanging proudly around his neck.

He took on his armor that had been left scattered around the room. He walked out into the hallway, smiling all the way out of the house to return to attend his duties.
> The Second Apprentice
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He walked with a huge smile on his face, memories of an incredible night still lingering over his mind as he watched the military camp move around him.

Soldiers chatted, laughed, and played games around fires. Many bowed low at the sight of him passing, while others just gave a nod. He held a sigh, why couldn't they be like that when he wasn't in his normal body? He thought as he glanced at his pale beige hand with a neutral expression that betrayed his thoughts. The Changeling started using this human form a lot when he noticed the change in behavior that took place from his comrades towards him compared to his true form. One of the things that bothered him the most was that, he led them, but they didn't respect him for a simple reason.

He wasn't one of them.

It didn't matter how much he trained alongside them, ate with them, or partied with them. There was only one feeling, a single feeling that permeated most of his soldiers when he got close to any human in his battalion.

Suspicion.

He couldn't understand why. After months together, even having the same enemies in common and being the CHOSEN of their god. They couldn't see him as anything more than an outsider, as if his mere presence was an insult.

What had he done wrong? Had humans been attacked or threatened by changelings in the past? Or.... Have they been used so much by other species that they just don't trust anyone that is not part of their species anymore?

He stopped while pondering this. It could pretty dangerous if this line of thought is allowed to spread. It would only generate more hate and could start a cycle of eternal conflict among species. 

He sighed silently for himself while returning to walk, It didn't matter in the end. They might not accept him now, but they will. It doesn't matter if it takes another month, a year, or a decade.

These are his comrades, and he will prove he is worthy to lead them.

"Hi! Boss! Ey boss!" A voice cut through his train of thought. He hadn't noticed, but he'd stopped in his tracks without realizing it.

Looking at the source of the voice, he couldn't hold back his smile. A soldier of his legion was rushing towards him, the blue marks and lines proved it. He came without a helmet, revealing himself to be a dark cat with greenish eyes.

Stonegrove, this was a Cat Thorax never expected to meet. Being a fugitive like him they both met accidentally at the human festival of fertility.

Even in his enormous attempt to be slender and mysterious, it was extremely easy for a changeling to detect an intruder by his scent alone. The worst thing was that he didn't even need so much effort, since he used a cloak that didn't fit his own build.

He would laugh if he didn't feel sorry for the scene he'd seen under the cloak.

An abandoned feline so thin he could see bones from so much malnutrition. One of his ears had a cut that divided it from top to bottom and many other cuts spread over his head, hiding many more under his fur. Even nearly arresting the intruder on suspicion of espionage, he managed to gain sympathy from Thorax for his genuine desperation for a place to stay.

From what he could see, the black cat was a beggar.

After that, they both discovered they had a lot in common; both were driven from their homes by their own people for a crime they had never committed and both had come to human lands in search of shelter and a new life. And with that, they became fast friends.

That had been a few months ago, and now he was part of the Legion of Thorax along with many other soldiers of diverse species and backgrounds who had sworn allegiance to Vader.

Because of Thorax, his forces accepted 'outsiders' into their ranks. Unfortunately to add more to the already constant stream of unluck to the old king. His actions only made their countrymen in the human empire more suspicious and hateful towards them. So much so that they were 'affectionately' nicknamed them The 'Dumpster' Legion, for having so many undesirables from different parts of the continent forming the backbone of it. A place where 'trash' was thrown into.

This angered Thorax to no end, but he couldn't do anything about it.

Many were drawn to a group that offered shelter to those who worked and fought for their cause, and so Thorax's legion could be considered one of the most numerous of those who remain loyal to the Dark Lord of the Sith.

"Boss, it's good to see you!" He says cheerfully as he jumps up and wraps his arm over his neck, pulling him into a one-armed hug.

He was trying to look bigger but the height difference was a little comical to Thorax. He still couldn't wrap around himself how much he had grown in such a short amount of time under the tutelage of the dark lord, he was much bigger than before. And seeing the cat like this helped him in remembering his original height, even so, it still bugged him from time to time. 

Thankfully, that little bundle of joy was reliable enough, so much so that he was Thorax's most trusted man.

"I can say the same to you Stonegrove. How's the gang?" he asked with a smile as he walked deeper into his legion's camp. His friend just shrugged. 

"Same shit as always. Dominic that stupid bat as always trying to start fights to pass the time, Cordell doesn't leave the shooting range, Foox making sure no one is out of schedule. Serina is-" He chuckled while his friend explained what each of their officers did while he was away. The number of people in his legion increased for each day that passed, and that still baffled the Changeling to no end, it was a surprise but he would welcome it either way.

He wasn't very disciplined or strict in what methods or what his officers did, as long as what was required was done, he let his officers do as they pleased as long as they didn't break any rules of course.

While this made his unit not one of the most disciplined in the army, is at least still pretty effective. The brotherhood formed made up for any discipline they lacked and the abilities of the other species under his command helped them a lot in many aspects that normal humans couldn't accomplish.

"And the old man?" he asked after seeing his friend finishing with the names, smiling amused at the frustrated sigh his friend let out, losing his cheerful demeanor almost instantly. "Being useless and walking around drunk. A little more than usual actually." That made Thorax raise an eyebrow.

"More than usual? That old hag can finish off half a whole fucking barrel when he's bored! There are days I wonder how he manages to drink so much and still function." He says exasperated as he chuckles a little and his friend laughed along.

"I say it's his dedication and determination not to work." He calmed down after a fit of laughter with Thorax 

"Take it easy on him, he can be useless sometimes...." Stonegrove gave him a bemused look as he smirked. "Okay, he doesn't really do anything at all, but he boosts our group's morale!" That made the feline shake his head with an amused grin.

"Fine fine, you're the boss. But put his lazy ass back to work! It is already bad enough of how much shit we have to do around here while he sleeps in a hammock around." He says as he looks up to face Thorax, pointing his finger in his face to reinforce his point.

"Okay, okay. I understand. I'll talk to him and try to get him back to work, I've been very generous to that old bastard. Way too generous" The Chosen One says while raising both of his hands in a sign of surrender, which in turn made the cat sigh in relief.

"Thank you! I was tired of watching him just be a dead weight." There was an awkward silence after that, neither of them quite know how to continue this conversation, especially Thorax. 

He'd never had so many friends, so conversations were still too complicated for the changeling. It was even worse when since his birth, the only thing he needed to know was to say yes to orders given by the queen and nothing else.

Getting out of this practice was still very difficult even after so long.

"So... How have you been adjusting Stone? I haven't had much time to talk to you." His friend looked at him with a new spark in his eyes.

"Oh! It's amazing! I'm free to do whatever I want whenever I want! I have food, I have friends! I-" As he spoke, Thorax's mind wandered, keeping his smile and nodding as he spoke.

It was impressive to see his change. From a fearful and hungry cat to a cheerful and determined friend. His development has been amazing to see in the last month, but he still had a lot to learn. For now, he was just an administrator with his training not yet completed.

Too bad Thorax couldn't train him with what he had learned, Vader forbade him to train and take under his wing any kind of apprentice. He never understood why, Vader wouldn't want his legacy and lessons learned passed on to future generations? Then why stop him from continuing his teachings?

Yes, he still hadn't learned everything and he hadn't perfected what he had already learned, but he could teach a group of students or at least one student everything he had truly learned from his master.

But he preferred not to question, and just accept his master's decision. But in the future, he would question when they were alone.

He was done being left in the dark by his master.

He chatted more with his friend for a while, but it was just a quick chat to catch up with what they had missed, as he still had a lot to do and a lot of more soldiers to check. Before dismissing him, Thorax remembered something that made him smile a little, it would cheer up his companions a little after weeks of idle and bored.

"Pass the message to the other leaders. The day after tomorrow, we march to the capital!" His friend's face went from happy to surprise to excited in less than 5 seconds.

"SERIOUSLY??? YEEEEEEES! MY FIRST FIGHT!" He exclaimed as he jumped excitedly around Thorax who shook his head in amusement.

"Calm down your hairballs." He stopped his friend with a flick to the forehead, causing him to almost lose his balance in mid-jump.

"Ow! What's that for??" The complaining black cat was cut off by his superior's weak laugh.

"You're not ready yet, you still have a lot to learn. And on top of that, war is not a ride. You're going to see a lot of suffering and death, it's not something to get excited about." He explained, his smile had changed to one of seriousness, his friend was very excited to prove his worth but he didn't know the true horrors of war. Thorax would have to change that.

But all in due time.

His friend's scolding made him a little more annoyed as he lowered his head.

"But...."

Stone's ears perked up.

"If you work twice as hard as you normally do. I might consider."

His friend looked and made a begging cat look, with those massive and adorable eyes. "Promise?" He asked beaming.

'Sneaky bastard, low-blow'. He thought amused. "I promise" The Ex-King smiled, receiving a grateful nod.

"I will count on it!" He exclaimed excitedly as he bolted deeper into the camp, leaving a grinning changeling behind.

He chuckled a little as he waved back, returning to his walk through the camp. He liked those moments, they were small but they easily reminded him of why he fought and moved on. Even though he had only known Stone for such a short time, he almost saw him as a little brother who needed to be guided and protected.

His expression dropped as he thought of that word.

Brother.

What happened to his brother? His real brother?

....

He never stopped to think about it. Since he'd been on the run he'd only thought about his own survival, and even when saved he still felt very apprehensive.

But now that his position was stabilized and he was on friendly terms with Vader, he might stop to think.... Why had his brother never even bothered to come looking for him?

His ears drooped a little with those thoughts that plagued his mind. Did his brother still care...? How did he-

"Look who's coming! Our great love machine!~"

His ears shoot up in the air, and his cheeks took on a bluish tinge as he looked around for the source of the voice that had interrupted him. His look of embarrassment changed to one of bemused while he still maintained his blush. Of course, it was him.

Sitting sprawled in his chair with his armor half-buttoned and parts missing, his helmet on its side showing his scarred and frayed face beneath his long white beard and messy hair. The man was extremely skilled and huge compared to most humans, standing seven feet tall and bearing the scars to demonstrate how long he had survived.

No one really knew his age, but many speculated from 60 to 70 years old. Something absurdly rare for human slaves. The average life span will be 30 to 40 years. But there was this old man, steady and strong as a nail in the sand.

Even if angering many who scolded him for his great laziness, he held a great amount of admiration and friendship of many within the legion. That Man had lived a long time, having seen and witnessed through every possible crisis; from the return of Nightmare Moon to the changelings' Invasion of Canterlot to the fall of the triumvirate of terror. He witnessed and lived it all. And that made him the main 'storyteller' for the rest of the legion whom many came only to listen to the advice and knowledge of the old drunk.

He had a humorous and insinuating look.

"W-w-what??" The Changeling suffered to not stutter, making the old man only laugh out loud.

"Be quiet gramps and show a little more respect for our superiors!" He looked to the side of the old man and noticed the smaller figure, he was also wearing armor but this time buttoned and completely arranged in the correct way, he was cleaning his musket that was between his legs and even with a helmet. Thorax could tell the young man was shooting a dirty look from under his helmet.

From his voice, he could tell he was a young man entering his teens, probably 17 or younger. One of the new batch of recruits.

"Oh shut ye trap shrimp. I've had enough superiors in my life! I'm free now kid, I do whatever the fuck I want!" He complained, scolding the young man beside him as he took a sip from a bottle that looked like it had sprung from thin air. "Especially when Thorax decided to go hooray with some ladybug." The elder finished with a wide smile and a laugh that made Thorax explode with embarrassment and blush like crazy.

"W-WHAAA-" He stuttered while trying to control his blush. "-w-where have you heard of this??!!"

The old man made a 'hunf' sound while putting his bottle aside. "Kid, do you think you were the only one at that party?" Thorax's eyes went wide. "The whole fucking town saw you with that little beauty! Shit, you were the center of all the attention in there, i almost joined in the dancing circle if I was sober!" He burst out laughing while giving a pat on Thorax's back, not getting up while doing so.

Their fellow trooper nodded "Heh, for once i agree with the old hag, you must have received one of Vader's rewards!" he added cheerfully.

The old man nodded as well. "Agreed, Vader is as good at giving as he is at punishing." His eyes bulged as he remembered something. "Like Magnus! He gained an entire province after our Manehattan's victory!"

"Wait really??" The youngster by his side exclaimed in shock.

"Yes! And the motherfucker deserved it. He went alone in the direction of the city and once he arrived in his destination, he had gathered an entire army under his banner using his charisma only!" He told while taking another sip of his bottle. "Burned that bitch to the ground." He chuckled to himself while the youngster was absolutely amazed by his side.

Thorax had not the same enthusiasm remembering the Burning of Manehattan.

Too many innocents died for the amusement of that maniac.

"But still, can you believe it?" He happily exclaimed after cleaning his mouth with his arm. "A human owning miles of land! Soon there will be new contraptions created by human hands; books, arts, weapons, and even entire cities!" He let out a comfortable sigh as he tossed the bottle aside.

"Finally! Free to follow our own dreams! Just like the stories my ma and pa always talked about to me when i was a little runt." He chuckled while continuing. "I can already picture, children, walking around downtown and laughing while playing never having to worry about working a day in their childhood! Adults doing what they want and enjoying it with no fear of being whipped or some bullshit like that!" ignoring the looks he received from his two comrades that heard his little outburst. "Paradise Kid! That will be paradise!"

Who knew the old man was a dreamer.

"Err grandpa, sorry to interrupt your optimistic vision of the future.... But.... Well...." The youngster hesitated while tilting his head in confusion.

"Err...." He looked to the side while sounding a little embarrassed.

"Well? Celestia got your tongue? Spit it out brat!" The old man spat out while looking at the trooper.

"What in Tartarus is a 'Miles'?"

.......

"Oh..."

A silence hung over the air as both Thorax and the old man were a little shocked by the boy's ignorance. The elder quickly recovered and continued with a light facepalm.

"Yeah.... You haven't been taught about it yet. It's what we use to measure distance, you know?" He explained awkwardly while scratching the back of his head. "We can use it to measure the distance between town to town and army to army. It helps us to calculate the time we will have to travel places and measure it."

"This seems very difficult... I rather just follow orders from the eggheads that waste their time on this so I don't have to crack my head with these things." He told with a weak chuckle. Receives a slap on the back of the head by the old man.

"It's a lot easier than it looks! And it's very useful ye lazy runt!" He received what Thorax could presume to be an angry glare of how his body language was being directed at the older human.

"Look who is talking about being lazy! I'm a soldier, not a schoolboy thank you very much! I rather not waste my life away stuck with books or beer like you!" The Old man looked as if he was disappointed. 

"That's why you don't have a future kid!"

"Yeah, fuck you too." The teen deadpanned.

They were both silent for a while, facing each other and again maintaining a tense atmosphere that made a bead of sweat trickle down a Thorax. Who broke the silence with a snicker, which was followed by the old man, and then the young man and the three burst into laughter.

Thorax greatly admired the old man's relationship with many of the Legion comrades, these types of banter proved it. Even though they exchanged nicknames and constantly insulted each other, they considered him a great friend and almost like a father figure.

But after a few moments, the laughter died down and a few more insults were exchanged. Thorax decided to change the subject, to something more productive and not about....

That....

"Heh... But jokes aside... Have both of you heard the reports?" Both of the troopers nodded, their expression changing to curiosity at the changeling. "Who do you think these new enemies are that everyone is talking about? Griffins? Raiders? Umbra?" The last one made the old man snicker, much to the surprise of his two companions.

"Hah! Umbra has been trapped in that crystal for an entire decade kid. She's not getting out of there anytime soon." The youngster hesitated but nodded nevertheless.

"I hope it's diamond dogs, so they eat your fatass so you can get out of my hair you parasite!" The old man snickered while opening another bottle of beer.

"Shut up, you little baby! If it weren't for me you'd still be sweating like a pig in the fields and doing nothing interesting nor meaningful with your life!" He gave the youngster a sideway smug glance as he chugged the entire bottle in one go.

"Yeah, and now I do all the legwork while you stand there, getting drunk and peeking at the women!" This brought a reaction from the white-haired trooper, who spit what he was drinking in shock and turned to the younger with anger.

"I am the brains here! If it weren't for me, everyone here would be starving!"

"The only brains you use are in your pants!"

"Is not my fault you have a poor taste of women boy!"

"Lazy idiot."

The old man held a hand on his chest where his heart would be while making a face of fake absolute shock. "Are you seeing this Thorax? I spend 5 minutes resting and even when I'm bestowing this young man with wisdom, I'm disrespected like this! I don't even drink that much!" He told the changeling while making a dramatic pose on his bench. 

"I swear by Vader's name if you don't stop being such a drama queen or I will shove that beer up your a-"

Thorax watched the two idly with an amused look.

He looked around the camp they temporarily resided in before being transferred to the front.

How much progress had he made, from just 13 turncoats he had been delivered by Vader to an entire legion. A new fear threatened to surge out of him as he reminded himself of the monumental size of his responsibility. Vader had given him an entire legion under his command.

No restrictions on how to manage or organize them, and complete freedom of leadership even with his lack of experience and insufficient training.

It was an absurd vote of confidence.

Even though he had built the legion from scratch, Vader had helped him all the way, giving him the tips and resources needed to do so. But the Changeling couldn't contain his gratitude for it all the same.

He was cut off from his train of thought when he realized the trooper beside the old man was looking at him. The Changeling could feel the irritation under the helmet. "Yes? Sorry, I wasn't paying attention." The Trooper sighed but continued.

"I said, that I have a question for ye." This caught his attention.

"Yes? What is it?"

He cleared his throat before continuing "What happened to that Rainbow lookin spy? The one that tried to make a fuss on the speech of Vader some time ago?" The eyes of Thorax widened a little in surprise.

"She.... It's confidential..." He looked to the side in embarrassment, while feeling the eye roll from the younger human.

"C'mon, you know I won't spill the beans, different from the old hag here I am not an absolute moron." The old man flinched seemingly offended.

"You say that, but deep down, very very deep down. You love Me." He smugly said while waving his bottle around.

He could feel the roll of eyes behind the helmet "Oh yeah! I love you so much! You are my favorite parasite-"

"Thorax! Can I have a minute of your time?" Thorax's attention turned from the bickering duo and back at a new arrival. A Thestral with some dirty blacksmith clothes.

"Of course, any excuse to run away from those two." He with a smile ignored the shouts of protest behind him.





He stared at his opponent with narrowed eyes, his pose with his hands clasped in his weapon and prepared for the fight to begin.

The First way his master had taught him. Form I: Shii-Cho

In his words, the simplest and most important form of combat is learning the basics and essentials to survive in hand-to-hand combat. Looking at his master, he could see that he was holding an open pose and holding his weapon with only one hand. Almost asking to be attacked.

Dun Moch, psychological warfare. The user would try to psychologically break him and force him to make mistakes as his emotions were distorted by him. His mentor had the patience and cunning to completely master the technique to perfect it even further.

But he already had a lot of knowledge in it, its teachings having been passed on by his religion in theory, but in practice, he still had a lot of difficulties. Fighting not to let the beads of sweat seep under his red helmet. He broke free in a run towards his opponent who on the outside did not express anything in his body language, remaining completely static in the face of a rushing human.

His weapon came down on the magnificent figure in front of him. Where that immediately proved he had made a false attack, throwing himself back to dodge one of the master's attacks, who was now going on the offensive now that he realized his bait hadn't been completely successful in its attempt.

He was then thrown on the defensive, taking a step back with every blow he managed to deflect. Knowing that he couldn't stop an attack from with the magnitude of the strength of a divine being.

"I expected a lot more from you." The greatest god that ever existed said, in a tone that the warrior could not identify as he easily dodged one of his blows just by stepping aside. "Were the stories told to me just exaggerations?"

He ground his teeth beneath his helmet, not out of anger at his magnificent master but at himself for being so pathetic. But what would he expect from a living deity? He was just an insect trying to fight a mountain.

But he wouldn't give up, the complete opposite. He had to prove that he was capable of serving him no matter what, it was his destiny.

"Only for you your magnificence." He says in a submissive tone as he deflects one of his master's blows, resulting in a spark and with a whirling swipe making his master do a small leap backward with the ease and grace of a bird. "I am a dust speck before your titanic presence."

He bowed reverently to his superior, not knowing what went on behind his stoic divine black mask. His breath was the only response to the sign of respect, not that he deserved it. As his master pointed out, he had let him down.

"Good, you have no delusions of grandeur." The god of all mankind said in his monotone tone as he tucked his sword into its scabbard.

"I'm just your weapon. To be bled and used as you wish." The Soldier said without leaving his bow. Vader just watched him silently, his attention focused on a messenger who entered the Sith's personal training arena hurriedly yet respectfully.

"My lord, a message for you." He quickly knelt in front of his god with his head down. Trying to hide his veneration and nervousness. The Sith Lord, watching the messenger, silently took the scroll from the servant's hands and signaled with his hands that he was dismissed. 

Without question, he would leave. Obviously grateful to just be in the presence of such a grand being.

Vader was a divine being whose essence would crush everyone and everything just by being present before his monumental abundance of power and darkness. His hatred of the abomination of slavery was as clear as the tyrant's sunbeams, his strength of will and righteous cause only demonstrate his deserving claim to the throne of the High Lord of all mankind.

He could still remember entire groups being levitated from the air. Invisible hands choking them and crushing their unholy throats, with their miraculous magic entire armies had their floors exploding and hurling them in all directions. His speed was unsurpassed, and his wisdom was to be envied.

He was the perfect being. The perfect human.

Kissing the ground he walked on was the greatest honor the ex-slave had ever had in his existence.

And it wasn't a false sense of superiority from an arrogant horse, it was from a deliverer and punisher of sinners. He was destined to conquer everything he wanted, to all corners of the planet and as far as the observable horizon. Bringing all the fury of a race that had accumulated and formed the being that he was, the being that was sent from heaven for salvation.

And Magnus made a point of being his lord's weapon of domination. To be used as he wishes.

"Magnus." His head rose to his name to be called by the breaths of his god.

"Yes Master?" Not moving from his kneeling position, he watched his lord walk toward him, that letter in hand.

"Bring Thorax to the War council." Without hesitation, he would hand the letter to Magnus, who would take it quickly and respectfully. "Looks like his friend will give us an advantage in this conflict."

"By your will, your magnificence." He gave a long bow while kneeling, getting up and quickly leaving to carry out his divine master's orders. Not noticing Vader's signs of discomfort in his back, a smiling shadow slowly forms and floats behind with his head by Vader's shoulders with a mocking smile.

"My my.... What an adorable little plaything..." He looked at the Sith, who turned around ignoring the presence of the shadowy monster. "Can i keep him?" Vader kept walking, again ignoring the being, who looked baffled and with an insulted expression. 

"Y-you jerk! Don't you dare ignore me!" He flew after his master who continued to ignore the shadow's protests.

'I gained power, but at the cost of having an absolute moron pestering me.' Vader thought while fighting back a long sigh.