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It had been too long since last he was on Ziost. Years, perhaps longer. Since having personally overseen the Empire's expansion into the Core, the Emperor had confined himself to Korriban, with the exception of his recent excursions to Lianna and elsewhere to quell the Empire's various noble factions. But the winds were beginning to indicate a change. The currents of the Force told him that the cold war wasn't to last. The Mandalorians, the Sith, and the Jedi—one side was about to make a move, and the Emperor, the Lord Darth Malon, was going to ensure that the Empire was prepared.
So, with new power, he called to them.
From the landing ramp that jutted out from the underside of his transport, he stood, cape flapping in the wind, and focused on the dark side of the Force. First, he quieted the innumerable voices that joined together within the Force's currents. This was a difficult task. The Force was made up of the life energy of trillions of living beings. Quieting them and drawing himself to the center was something only he, as a beacon of the dark side, could do. It was in the very nature of the dark side to make oneself the center. And from the center, find his true voice. The voice of the monster. The voice of the Shadow.
Come, said the Shadow.
No matter where they were in the universe, they would hear him—their Master's voice calling to them. This power, ancient and dark, was not merely the power to call out across space and time to those connected to the Force; it was the ability to use the darkness within them to compel them. Draw them to him like two opposing sides of a magnet. In this way, he kept in constant contact with his two top lieutenants: the Dark Lord of the Sith, Cain, and the Supreme Commander of his military, Rhade. Soon, they would be together again.
Here. On this planet. The unholy trinity united again as a warning to the galaxy that the darkness was still there. Still devouring. Still coming for them. And when they arrived, they would sharpen each other's blades in a way only Sith could.
And then they would make war.
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