A long time ago, in a Galaxy far, far away…

The time of the Republic is over! The FIrst Order has struck down the once peaceful New Republic with their weapon, StarKiller Base. However, the Resistance has found new allies in once thought dead foes.

As the Resistance has destroyed the dreaded starbase, and having been on the run from the remaining First Order forces, Darth Vader, Lord of the Sith, takes control of the Imperial Remnant. Now with the original Empires weaponry and many new powerful allies in the ranks of the Resistance stragglers, General Leia Organa prepares for what may be a trying time for the Galaxy.

Across the Galaxy, Dark Side forces are amassing in power and strength. Lord Sidious has returned from the dead through his apprentice, Lord Starkiller. However, on the fringes of Unknown Space, a much more ancient threat rises to take back his throne…

Above the ruins that had been the once city world called Zakuul, the Eternal Throne sat alone. Dead, cold, desolate, after so long of disuse and time, it was a miracle that it even was still around. However, it didn't mean that it was scanvangable. By all means, this was a profit waiting to happen. Still, this place was said to be haunted by the spirits of the ones that had done battle in their very halls.

Jacpar Lydcar, one of the few female profiters to ever go out this far into the galaxy was studying the ancient walls as her droids, 5-PGJ and her cobbled together droid 4-D89. The latter was made up of an old Imperial spy droid, astromech, protocol droid, interrogation droid (Imperial grade), and the mixed brain of several IG assassin droids.

Yes, she had a cobbled together death machine.

"5-PGJ, can you open this door?" Jacpar asked the bipedal droid, a mix of a HK series droid, old clone wars Super Tactical Droid and one of the old Magneguards models.

"Understood, should I use the grenades or the terminal?" It asked sarcastically, hacking into the terminal, causing the ancient doors to rumble open.

Through the door was a vast room, a sphere made of thick transparisteel that was held together by intricate metal structures. Four long walkways lead to a central high back throne, the air had a coldness that was just wrong. She shook it off, thinking nothing of it as the profiteer pulled out her scanner. As she did this, 5-PGJ walked around, pulling out its blaster rifle. 4-D89 floated just behind it's master, its many red photoreceptors spinning around its central body.

"We've hit the motherload, you two," Jacpar grinned as she put the scanner away, walking up to the throne itself, "This place is from the Old Republic era! We'll be the richest people east of the Corellian system!"

"You mean, you'll be the richest person. We won't get any of the profits cause we're droids." 5-PGJ retorted scornfully, clearly hating that fact.

Jacpar waved the droid off before taking a seat on the throne, smirking as she crossed a leg over the other. She was about to say something when she collapsed, the droids looking at her in confusion before she started to laugh. The laugh was cold and dark, old and evil. When she sat back up, her eyes were glowing pure violet.

"I have returned," The contorted voice said, before the profitters body shook violently before settling down, "hmmm, this body will have to do for now."

5-PGJ raised its blaster rifle, pointing it at the clearly possessed Jacpar, "Halt, state your intentions."

The eyes turned on the droid before the body smiled, "Why, it seems that my return has witness's. I am Darth Vitiate, the true Sith Emperor."

The two droids looked at one another before 5-PGJ opened fire on the now named Vitiate, only for the blaster bolt to freeze and fling itself right back at the droid. The droid fell to the ground dead, 4-D89 floated there before making a whirring chirp.

"No, you didn't attack me, and yet I can use you." Vitiate said before starting to work on the panels placed into the arm rests.

Darth Vitiate, Emperor Valkorion, Tenebrae, all names that he had been known by in the past. But now, he was back, drained immensely he may be but he was alive and ready to take back what was rightfully his. He remembered...no, not remembered, was tortured of his most destructive defeat by that outsider in 3630 BBY. That little Sith had been molded by his hands into the perfect vessel only to have it turned against him!

But he had planned for something like that, in the moments of his would be demise, he put all of his powers into the ancient Sith Alchemy ritual to survive. His force Ghost was obliterated, yes, but it was absorbed by the Eternal Throne. A soul container for his soul fragments to slowly return to and reform his mind and body. However, he only had a third of his original power, making him even weaker than Martha Ragnos! Thankfully, he was still more powerful than those bumbling wretches Naga Sadow and Ludo Kressh.

However, this body was not force sensitive, forcing him to mold the body into a force carrier. That and he would have to start rebuilding his empire on Zakuul once more. Turning to the cobbled together droid that was a very fine piece of work, he spoke to it.

"Droid, go to the terminal by the doors and activate the protocol: "Fallen Star of the Dragon" then report back to me."

The droid did as commanded as Vitiate returned his focus onto the thrones internal control systems. They were still operational, well, most of them were. He quickly repaired what he could before turning on the throne, the battle hologram flickered before him as he studied it. Out of the ships that remained, Vitiate's forces were now only at a fifth of what they had been. The Eternal Fleet was so low in numbers that he would have to start mass producing them immediately.

The droid beeped and he smiled as the once silent forges on Zakuul activated once more, building and forging him his new Eternal Empire. Though, the question was to find a Force Sensitive close enough to possess and to expand his powers…

He smiled as he felt a powerful force sensitive nearby, in one of the carbonite imprisonment cells. He rose and quickly headed there, a sense of accomplishment flooding his senses before the elevator arrived at his destination. He stepped out and walked to the cell, finding the frozen force sensitive in the carbonite block. It was one of the many Korunnai species of the planet Haruun Kal, though this specimen was female.

Beggars can't be choosers, he'll mold her form later but now, he had to take over her body. It wasn't very hard, once free of the carbonite, the woman known as Sheri Zolla was easy to possess. Her mind was weak and feeble after being in the carbonite for so long. Which was a downside of the process, carbonite was able to perfectly preserve the body of anything organic until the end of time but the mind wasn't able to stand the test of time and would fail.

Vitiate took his time gaining full and utter control of his new body, his force ghost firmly settled down before he set about pushing his powers into the body. She was quite powerful in the force, allowing Vitiate regain a good portion of his used power. Now, while he would work on the body later, he would need a new name to hide himself from the galaxy.

It wouldn't be so good to alert the Galaxy at large that he had returned now would it?

"Yes, the Galaxy will face Empress Elremmix," He said before heading back up to the throne room, "The Eternal Empire will conquer the Galaxy once more."