Full Synopsis:

Mace Rook, Dark lord of the Sith, The Emperor's Wrath, The outlander, The alliance commander, a Person with too many titles to count. On his way back from a mission to quell a group of insurgents the force rages and he and his current crew are flung 4000 Years into the future.

What happens when a crew of powerful force sensitive Sith are flung into the blockade of Naboo? How will the Jedi react to this new force in the Galaxy? How will the Sith? How will Mace and his crew? Will they let the course of the galaxy continue unhindered or will they make changes that reverberate through the force forever.

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Prologue: Destination Unknown

*Snap* *Hiss*

The sound of lightsabers igniting filled the quite room. A bed was sticking out of the wall, well furnished and made. A top the bed sat a man. With a form fitting shirt showing off his well defined muscles and toned body, he had short cut black hair.

On his face he had a scar that traveled over his left eye, but it wasn't too long only a glancing blow over the face. Both his eyes were closed as the man sat with his legs crossed. No emotion could be seen on his face as he breathed slowly. His skin was red denoting his heritage. He was a sith pure blood, the bright shade of red denoted that his ancestry was a very pure lineage.

While the man was sitting there the low hum on an engine sparked and the room shook for a second. The man, if he noticed, didn't move at all, he continued to focus.

Around him 3 ignited lightsabers glowed and flew about. Each swung slowly around his body, performing maneuvers and attacks. If any Jedi or Sith were to see such a display they would be impressed, such control of the force showed high skill and focus.

*Beep*

The entrance to the room beeped once as the man finally opened his eyes. They shone a dull red for a few seconds before calming down; they went through, orange, yellow and finally settled on a blue color. "Come in." The deep baritone voice of the man sounded out as the lightsabers lined up behind him.

*Hiss* The door opened shedding new light into the room. Just as it opened the lightsabers behind the man turned off and floated down behind him. Sitting behind him was a metal case engraved with markings. Slowly the 3 lightsabers floated into their places and the lid closed.

The person at the door waited before walking into the room. Black boots stepped over the thresh hold into the room. They didn't make a sound as they walked in; if a person wasn't looking they wouldn't notice the person entering.

A lithe figure walked in garbed in black and white armour. It was light weight armour and allowed for free movement. Covering almost their whole body, the figure had a utility belt strapped around their waste, a sash full of gear strapped over their chest and numerous piece of technology weaved over their body.

Wearing black gloves and a mask, the figure walked steadily towards the man. From the contours of the person's body it was easy to tell that the person was a female. Most noticeable on the figure was the large sniper rifle strapped to their back and held in place.

It wasn't the only weapon the woman had though, she had multiple knives sheaved at her side and a few grenades in the numerous pouches she had. The woman reached up and slowly took her mask off as the man moved to the end of the bed, letting his legs hang over.

The woman walked over to the bench opposite the bed and placed the mask down. Turning back to the sith pure blood her face blossomed a small smile. Her face was flawless, with not a single blemish on her purple skin. She was one of the rarest Mirialan species to exist. With dark purple skin and eyes she had two small inked triangles under her eyes as well as a pattern upon her forehead as was the custom of her species.

Her eyes were round and calculative as they stared at the man. Pushing her hood back she stood in front of him with her hand now resting behind her back. She straightened her spine as she gave her report. "Alliance Commander! Mission successful. All variables accounted for. Those traitors won't be bothering us ever again."

The now identified alliance command, Outlander, Former Emperor's wrath, Dark lord of the sith,Darth Revenant; a title he got after waking up from carbonite and then leading the alliance to victory, slowly stood up reaching his full height. Standing at 6ft3 he towered over the woman in front of him, but she didn't flinch or look away. Reaching up to place a hand on her shoulder, a smile came to his lips.

"I would expect nothing less from you Cipher Nine." The small smile on her face turned into a full blown smirk at the words before she relaxed her stance. "You know you could call me by my name, right?" He just nodded his head while sitting back down. "Oh…but you were just being so formal." He used a playful tone as his eyes did a once over of her body.

A playful sparkled flared in her eyes as her boots slid off without a noise. Climbing onto the bed with ab smile she rotated her legs around his front so that she was straddling his. They were both smirking by this point as she moved in closer to kiss his neck.

Moving back she whispered in his ear. "We're not so formal now." He gave her another smirk. "Fine then…" Leaning in closer he whispered back. "Ayillh."Hearing those words Ayillh felt a small shiver go down her spine as she pulled back and gave him a proper kiss this time.

Moving back after a few seconds they talked as they continued. "Our course has been set back to Odessen. Vette is at the helm." He nodded as he started to kiss down her neck. "Well that gives us quite a bit of time before we reach our destination. She pressed her body closer as her heart rate went up. "Yes it does."

The alliance commander lay with his back against the cold metal wall, Ayillh snuggling up next to him. Mace thought to himself as he looked down at the woman cuddling up next to his body. He hadn't had a name for a long time after being a slave for the empire. Even after he clawed his way out of servitude and became a sith he didn't get a name, just a title, 'Apprentice'. Something to be thrown away by Baras when he was done with him.

But he had found his way out of that, climbed the ranks, became a lord of the sith, before finally becoming 'The Emperor's Wrath' A title that conferred upon him the utmost respect and fear, something that put him even above the dark council.

But even then he still didn't have a name for himself. It was only when he got married that he had to think up of a name, he couldn't keep using a title forever, something that was given to him, not something that he had given himself.

There were a lot of names that he thought of when he was looking for the right one. Some of the classic pure blood names came to mind as well as the names from species he had seen through his travels; Dosair, Zilait, Nislair, Zarish. All names that he could have taken, but he had settled with a human name in the end; Mace.

And seeing as his wife was also like him, someone who used to be a slave, before finally clawing her way to the top to stand on the council, they had both come up with their last name. 'Rook'. Their last name had a few meanings but ultimately it symbolized something to them.

The Rook; a piece in the antiquated game called chess, very basic, an old human game. Shaped like a castle and used as a defensive measure by the king. It symbolized their castle, their defense, their solidarity together.

Even when his title of, Emperor's wrath became redundant, even when he was trapped in carbonite for 5 years, even when his wife died, it was something to stabilize and strengthen him. So yes he held great importance to his name.

Mace Rook, starred down at the sleeping Mirialan in his arms before looking around his small room. Her clothes were off to the side on the floor along with her multitude of weapons, the gear was some of the best in the galaxy. His own war armour was inside the wardrobe off to the side.

The door to the room was closed and no one had disturbed him for the last hour. The others on board knew not to disturbed him when it was appropriate. Thought they might have come in if there was a situation, or if they wanted to join. That brought a small smirk to his face.

"Every time you do this I wish I still had my body." As he was thinking to himself the voice of a woman sounded out in the room. Ayillh stirred for a second before going back to sleep. The smirk on Mace's face faltered for a second as guilt and then anger spread across his visage.

Calming himself down, he slowly closed his eyes. Opening them again he appeared in a lavish bedroom in some type of luxury penthouse. The drapes on the bed were drawn open showing the huge king size bed with a lavish red quilt.

There were no windows showing outside the room, but Mace didn't think of any of that. Instead he looked across the room at the woman standing next to the bed. She had long black hair that stopped at her shoulders and a beautiful face. She wore a black sleeveless, backless dress showing off the allure of her body.

On her face was a small pout, but it was mixed with a knowing smirk. Mace gave a wiry smile as he moved closer and embraced the woman. "Alira, Honey, you know I will always love you." She gave a playful snort as she gave him a quick kiss, which was intermixed with an evil smile.

"Even when I was alive I let you have more than just me, as long as you remember who takes precedence. Now that I'm like this, it is fine that you find comfort in those other woman." She then gave him a chilling smile. "Because you know if I didn't approve you wouldn't have a chance." Mace raised an eye brow.

"Really? I remember a certain someone losing the duel we had a few years back and letting me do whatever I wanted." Alira backed off and a small spark of lightning came from her hands. "Keep talking and I'll show you how much I was holding back." Mace just gave a small chuckle as he pulled her close again.

Holding each other for a while, Mace finally pulled back as they sat down on the bed. "How have the others been behaving?" turning from him, Alira looked into the distance even though there wasn't a window to look out from. "They are behaving quite nicely, they have been happy with what we have been doing and know that if they disagree it won't matter."

A smile came to her lips as she looked back at him. "Actually they have been a bit excited, we are about to fully drain you know who of all their power. 50% has been flowing in and increasing your power, 45% has been going to me, while I gave the last 5% to them."

She shook her head with a bit of amusement. "Even that 5% has gotten them excited, Vitiate was a powerful kiriffing bastard I'll give him that." Saying that she wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled closer, a maniacal look appearing."And now his Power is all ours." Mace just smiled back giving her a kiss. "All thanks to you Darling." "No." They fell onto the red sheets. "Thanks to us~"

Mace absentmindedly caressed the hair of Ayillh as his eyes opened. Looking down slowly he saw the small smile of content on her face as she started to wake up. It was a rare occurrence to see such a happy expression on her face. Something he enjoyed looking at whenever he had the chance. After a few quiet moments she was fully awake as she raised herself up and gave him a slow kiss.

A few minutes later Ayillh slowly put on clothes wiggling her behind every now and then when she knew Mace was looking. Mace gave a small chuckle as he himself also got up and put his clothes back on, though he didn't put on his armour.

Instead he settled for some of the lightweight robes that he had. They were easier to move in compared to his bulky war gear. Sometimes he alternated depending on the situation, but he did like to be less cumbered by his gear, it unlocked quicker movements and attack patterns and lightsaber forms.

"How's your training been going?" Mace's voice spoke up as they both had their back turned. Ayillh stopped for a second at the question and had to think about the answer before she replied. "It has been interesting. It is like nothing I have ever dealt with before. It'll give me a whole new set of skills to utilize."

Mace looked over as she finished her words, She still hadn't put on her jacket showing of the curves of her body. Seeing how serious she was with the reply, he let out a chuckle as he stood up.

"You and Vette are being trained by some of the best in the galaxy. In no time you'll have mastered what we will teach you." Ayillh gave a small snort at the words. "Yes, Vette has been loving her new skill set. Helps her pull off her pranks she told me."

Mace barked out a laugh as he thought of the unruly Twi'lek; that would be just the sort of thing she would focus on. Finally done putting their clothes on Ayillh moved closer to him once again, strapping her knives back in place she gave one final kiss."Time to get back to it."

Mace gave a nod. "Yes, yes it is." Saying that he pulled back and his face turned serious when he spoke, it was in a business manner. "How's Blizz been going with the engines? Has he been helpful with ship upgrades?" Ayillh moved back and also went into operative mode.

"Yes, he has done wonders for the systems on board..." A fake frown marred her face as she continued. "…Even though I hate to admit it, he's been doing a good job keeping my ship up to specs. We've still got the best ship in the fleet." "Good."

Patting her shoulders before turning to the door, he stopped just before he opened it. "How has everyone been reacting towards Vaylin?" Ayillh couldn't help but let a frown come to her face as she heard the question, but it was gone in a second, she was a professional.

She let out a small sigh before she reported. "As can be expected, nearly everyone else on board doesn't interact with her much, it hasn't been that long since she was trying to kill us. Vette can't stand being in the same room with her for more than a few minutes right now. As Vaylin almost killed her, I can't blame her."

She stopped for a second as she let out a sigh. "Haa. Honestly she still unnerves most people. The amount of power she wields…. Sorry I was getting off track. She does seem to be more relaxed in your company though." She shrugged her shoulders. "I guess that would be why she tagged along on our mission."

Mace gave a nod still turned away from Ayillh. "Yes, I didn't think it would be a good idea to leave her behind at the base with Senya and Arcann. Actually if the group we were hunting wasn't such a threat I might not have taken so many force users with us."

Tilting his head as he thought, he raised his hand as he counted off the amount of people he would have needed. "Just me, Vaylin, Vette and Jaesa could have probably taken them out if it was a smaller group. And Vette would have just stayed in the ship." Then he shook his head.

"Instead we took all of them plus Xalek, you, Nadia, Blizz and Ashara. Honestly it was a bit overkill, I didn't get to do much in the end, there wasn't a proper challenge." The disappointment in his voice was clear as day as he thought over the operations events.

They had to stop on the way back to base so that Ayillh could finish up a personal mission, so for the last few hours Mace had been attuning himself with the force, something he had been doing more often these days. It was a form of training for him, something to strengthen his powers in the force.

He was always training these days, he could never stop improving himself, the only place that he might find sometime for privacy and relaxation was in his quarters back at the base on Odessen. Even in the ship right now he couldn't relax, he had to worry about a possible ambush or attack. Maybe even a message about new threats and insurgents.

Ayillh moved next to him now fully gear up, sniper rifle strapped to her back, gear shinning in the artificial light. They shared one last look before he pressed the button to release the door. *Hiss* The door slid open and Mace stepped into the small corridor.

His quarters where at the top end of the ship, right next to the cockpit and navicomputer. It was a type of small corridor neck between it and the rest of the ship. Right across from his door was the escape pod, of course he wasn't such a coward to use it at the first sign of a threat.

Looking to the left he looked into the central hub of the ship. As the heart of the ship, it connected to the med center, Corridor leading to the cockpit and conference room, before at the back it led to the exit ramp, engine room, armory/storage room and another 2 bedrooms.

With 8 people on board the ship it was a bit crowded, but Mace couldn't see anyone in sight, thinking to himself for a short few seconds, he decided that he would do a short round of the ship, talk with everyone as it were. After spending so many years at war with the republic and becoming used to working with a team of individuals, he knew the importance of getting to know each other.

Of course he had been fighting with the people aboard the ship for many years now, well all except Vaylin, Nadia and Blizz. He hadn't interacted with them much until recently. So the lap of the ship was more for the courtesy and small talk.

He liked to know the thoughts and current mind set of the crew when possible, sometimes they would give unique ideas and suggestions.

But that would be for latter, for now, he turned to his right which lead to the cockpit, he would talk with their pilot and see how their course was fairing. Saying a short farewell as Ayillh walked to the left he moved into the cockpit.

Before he even walked in he heard the small beeps of the console that determined the course of the vessel, along with the small noises he heard the animated voices of two women. They were both easy to identify as he had heard their voices constantly for many years.

Both were a bit overly chipper, with one being a bit higher pitched than the other. Rounding the corner he laid eyes on the two women. One was Vette, a Twi'lek, but not just any ordinary twi'lek, she was a Lethan Twi'lek. A subspecies of twi'lek that was as rare as they come.

Unlike the rest of her race that had colors that ranged from, blue to yellow, to purple, her skin color was red. This was considered one of the rarest skin colors for her people and even to Mace's recollection he had only ever seen two other Lethan Twi'leks.

One was Taunt, a friend of Vette's past, a treasure hunter that used to hang out with her. And the other was Darth Atroxa, someone that Mace hadn't met many times. But she had been the one to lead the sith defense of Korriban when the Eternal Empire had attacked. Too bad she had died in the fight.

Having been all over the galaxy, having only met two other Lethan Twi'leks really showed how rare they were. Actually Darth Atroxa and Vette shared quite a few similarities, of course the Darth had higher cheekbones and a longer face, but the tattoos they had were very similar.

Mace had to convince Vette to get them, but they truly did fit her well, for Twi'leks anything to do with their lekku was considered very personal and it had taken quite a bit of convincing before she let them be worked on. The black markings went all over her face and then traveled down her lekku. Their patterns personally designed by Vette herself. She currently had her feet up on the control panel and was leaning back in her seat, a content expression on her face.

She would have almost looked asleep had she not been turned and talking to the person across from her.

Across from her sat Ashara Zavros, a Togruta. With a well-proportioned figure, she had orange skin with a pattern of white on her face. Leading up to her montrals and lekku, they were a different color combination, being white and blue. Her lekku were long enough just to reach her waist.

She wore some specialized sith armour, covered by a Jedi like robe which trailed near her feet, while her twin lightsabers stayed clipped to her sides. Her metal boots were slightly perched up as she talked. Vette herself was wearing her usual light weight gear with her pistols clasped to her belt.

"So at the time, Baras's face turns completely red, well he didn't take that stupid mask off, but his arms were raised in the air and I swear he was hyperventilating. I barely kept the giggles in" Ashara laughed as she clutched her stomach. "I wish Zash was that easy, she was always so serious."

She was about to continue talking, probably to tell one of her own stories before she stopped herself and turned towards Mace who was leaning on the door frame leading in. A smile lit up her face as she turned around and bowed her head.

"Greetings, Master." Vette noticing that Mace entered the room also turned around quickly, pulling her legs down as fast as she could. She at least had the decency of looking embarrassed for a second at being caught with her legs up, before her face relaxed and a teasing glint came to her eyes.

"Oh hey Wrath." As she greeted him she also put her feet back up! Mace just rolled his eyes seeing the challenging look in hers. She had been the first person to accompany him since he left the sith academy on Korriban, they had now know each other for so many years it wasn't funny. They had grown close over that time.

'And she still looks as beautiful as the first time I met her.' Mace thought that quietly to himself as he stared at her. Seeing the intense stare Vette raised an eyebrow, before a smirk came to her lips as she seductively licked her lips in a provocative manner. 'And she's still childish.'

Mace shook his head as he walked into the room and sat at the captain's chair. It was situated between the two controls just in front of the navicomputer. "How long till we reach Odessen?" Vette sent a small look at the console in front of her before she replied. "Should be about 2 hours Mace. Enough time for you to go have another romp."

Vette smirked as Mace let out a sigh. "How much did you hear?" *Clank Clank* Vette reached over to knock the back wall. "Quite a bit, your rooms right next to here. Pretty thin walls." He just shook his head again as he changed the topic.

"How's your training going?" Vette visibly slumped in her chair as Ashara let out a laugh at her expression. "Don't worry I'm teaching her everything she needs to know." Turning to send a glance at the Togruta he saw a sadistic smile stretch across her lips.

Seeing the look she sent the groaning Twi'lek, he gave a small chuckle. Turning towards her and giving his full attention they started to talk, leaving Vette to wallow in her misery. It took a few minutes before Vette finally brought herself out of whatever nightmare she was seeing.

"So they're finally making you a Darth. Have you thought of your title?" Ashara shook her head as she stared out the window into hyperspace. Her thoughts drifted back to the days she had been a naïve Jedi padawan, it had been a long time since her first master took her off Taris.

And now she was about to reach the same level she once had, a Darth, the pinnacle of the sith empire, their power only under that of the emperor. "I think I will just keep it as my last name, Darth Zavros has a nice ring to it don't you think?" An amused voice replied as his hand went out to grip her.

"Yes it does leave an impression…" Ashara looked down at the hand holding hers. "She's proud of you, the power you've reached in the last few years, it's beyond anything she expected." She gave him a small smile as she nodded. Starring into her eyes for a few more seconds, Mace took back his hand and stood back up.

"I'll go see how everyone else is doing. And Vette…" The Twi'lek looked up from her console, head cocked to the side. "If your jealous of Ayillh just say so, I will set some time aside for you as well." It was hard to tell with her red skin but he could just see the faint blush on her cheeks. 'She still blushes after all this time?'

"Same goes for you Ashara." He looked her way for a second and spotted the seductive smile that appeared for a few second before he walked out of the room. There was still a while before they reached their destination.

Walking through the main hub of the ship Mace spotted two people as he looked to his left and right. Jaesa his first Apprentice was situated in the med bay to his left. It seemed to be one of her favorite places. It was where she mainly spent her time on his original ship.

Sitting on the bed she had her legs crossed and was doing a type of meditation, a Lightsaber floating above her lap. The Lightsaber was specially made by Jaesa when he was frozen in carbonite; being double bladed it was larger than a regular hilt but kept a slim form for an easy grip. Across from her the blue light of the Kolto tank lit up the dark room.

On his right he could see Nadia Grell, she was his most recent Apprentice, he had met her once before when she was still traveling with the Barsen'thor of the Jedi, he had helped her out at that time for his own gain.

Her father had been kidnapped by a sith lord and was being held hostage to lure the Jedi's Barsen'thor into a trap. At the time Mace needed a few allies for his upcoming fight against Baras, deciding that having the Barsen'thor owe him a favor would be a boon, he had intervened in a critical moment and saved him from certain death.

He of course then had to fight the Barsen'thor who was suspect of his motives. In the end their fight had been interrupted as Nadia stopped him before it could escalate. Though Mace did want to see how that fight would have ended.

The Barsen'thor was rumored to be one of the most powerful Jedi in his generation with power on par and exceeding some of their council. He never got to see who was better in the end.

Now years later he had met her again and taken her under his tutelage, she had a bone to pick with Zakuul and he was happy to help her. She was strong in the force, her potential as great as Jaesa and Ashara, if she had been trained from a younger age he sometimes wondered what level she would be at right now.

Deciding which one to talk to first he walked to his left. He would speak with Jaesa. Walking into the room, the Lightsaber slowly floated to her side and clipped to her waist. Mace leaned on the door frame as he watched and felt the force around her. It was interesting to watch how she controlled the force.

Having learnt techniques to gaze at such things, it truly was a sight that mesmerized him. Her eyes opened slowly and the telling glint of red was seen before they turned back to their original blue. "Master." She almost purred the words as Mace walked into the room and sat next to her.

Getting out from her cross legged posture she curled her arms around his neck as he relaxed his body "You know you don't have to call me that anymore, you have become a lord yourself. Darth Luminous. An apt name given your special ability." Mace reached his hand up and held the hands around his neck as Jaesa buried her head into the back of his neck.

She spoke in almost a whisper in the quiet room. "You will always be my master…. I will always be yours…as you are mine." They both lapsed into silence for a while as they quietly talked to each other. They started to talk about the old days, before he was locked in carbonite, sometimes talking about what had happened since.

Finally Mace pulled away from the quiet embrace and prepared to leave, he still had other to talk to. Just before he left he turned back. "How's their training going?" Jaesa gave a small bow as she replied. "They will be worthy of you when I am finished, this I promise you…my Love"

With a small nod Mace moved out of the room and made his way into the conference area. Sitting at the last chair with a holopad in hand, her head was down, her white hair obscuring her eyes. She was so engrossed in reading that she didn't notice Mace when he walked in.

He stared at her for a few seconds, 'She had changed so much', That small thought popped into his mind as he walked in grabbing her attention as he made his way closer. Seeing who it was that just disturbed her, she quickly put the pad down before standing up and giving a small bow.

"Master." Mace waved his hand in dismissal. "It's ok Nadia." Taking the seat next to her he looked down at the pad she had just picked up again. "What are you reading?" At his words her face turned sad as her eyes turned downcast. It took a while before she responded.

"It's a letter from Sarkhai." Mace's eyes turned down as he heard her words. 'So it's from her home world'. "How are they doing?" Nadia gave a sad smile as she continued to look at the holopad. "Still rebuilding, Zakuul Really did too much damage when they attacked."

Mace could hear the sorrow in her voice when she spoke of her home. It had been 5 years since it had happened, but it was the catalyst that had led Nadia to become his Apprentice. 5 Years ago some of the first worlds to be attacked by the eternal empire had been Nadia's home world as well as others of the Rift alliance that they had set up.

Not having a huge standing fleet in orbit the Sarkhai had put up little resistance to the eternal fleet and had surrendered hoping for lower casualties and destruction, what they got in return was an orbital bombardment that had destroyed their capital city and set alight the forest world they occupied.

By the time everything was over more than a quarter of their planet had been burned to the ground by landing fleets and their cities ransacked.

Nadia's family had been killed in the bombardment of the capital city, including the father he had saved so many years ago, and most of those close to her had also been killed. The royal family was no more and the planet was left a wreckage of what it once was.

None of it actually had to happen, as after they surrendered it shouldn't have escalated to such a degree, but one person had changed all that. Being a small detachment from the eternal fleet as the main force went to the core worlds; the fleet had been commanded by a decorated knight of Zakuul.

When the surrender had arrived from the planet he had 'gratefully' accepted it before committing the slaughter. It was later stated that at the time he was quoted as saying. "Let the wider galaxy know what awaits them should they resist."

It was one of the greatest shows of might and destruction throughout the whole war, on par with the destruction of korriban.

Nadia had been on a diplomatic mission at the time, it took quite a while for her to find out that another new faction had appeared and declared war, and it took even longer for her to hear what happened to her home world.

By the time she got back it was long past too late. The pain and loss she felt turned her to the dark side in a heartbeat, seeing the destruction of her world was too much for her to handle. From what he heard before they had met up just a few months ago, she had instantly gone in search of the Knight that ordered the attack and had been hunting him for years.

Along the way she had met up with both Ashara and Jaesa, who had gladly taught her the ways of the dark side. A few months ago, when they had all met back up, he had helped her track down the Knight that had evaded her for so long. He helped her get the revenge she craved and in return she had joined the alliances cause.

Even becoming his apprentice, he would finish her training where the others had started. Mace stayed quiet as she started to talk about the things her planet was implementing to help with the rebuilding effort, the small amount of friends left that were helping with that effort and finally the Sarkhai that were flocking home all uniting as one to rebuild their home.

A few minutes later Mace noticed the forlorn look in her eyes as she stared blankly ahead. "Do you wish you went with him?" He didn't have to say who he was talking about, Nadia instantly knew. Thinking to herself for a few moments she finally shook her head. "No, Kal knew I was on a diplomatic mission at the time, he didn't have the time to come and get me…" A few tears appeared in her eye as she thought of the Barsen'thor, the person that had encouraged her to become a Jedi, who started her down the path of the force. "…I would have just died if I had gone, like they did."

Crying for a short while as the memories came back Mace moved in closer and offered her some comfort. Giving her a few moments she finally wiped the tears from her eyes and turned her eyes to look at him. "But I have no regrets. I got to have my vengeance against that schutta Knight commander. And I get to kill many more like him every mission. You and the others have taught me so much, more than I could have ever imagined."

She looked down at the pad again for a second before meeting his eyes head on. "Kal, was wrong about one thing when he was guiding me…" Her eyes suddenly gained a tint of red her heart rate increasing. "Using your emotions, feeling them when you connect to the force. Denying it was never the answer."

The conviction in her eyes was clear as day to Mace. "Then you are ready for the next stage of learning Nadia. I will be upping your training heading forwards." Both stood up Nadia giving him a bow as he left the room. "Yes, Master."

Stepping out of the conference room Mace turned right and headed for the back of the ship. An hour and a bit had already passed since he talked to Vette, their destination would be coming up soon. Stepping past the exit ramp his eyes trailed over to Ayillh who was practicing her fighting moves against one of the training dummies.

Practicing her knife and movement techniques he only watched for a second before moving into the armory. Standing inside with his back turned was Xalek. In his hand he held a Kaleesh blade as he practices his sword techniques.

Steeped in the tradition of his race Xalek was fighting an unseen opponent twisting his blade left and right to fend off blows. Dressed in sith robes his huge figure gave an imposing impression. He had his hood up like always so from the back you couldn't see much of his race.

With a belt wrapped around his waist, his hands were wrapped in white bandages, but that didn't cover up his 3 fingered hands. With a dark orange tinted skin color Xalek was a part of the Kaleesh Race. A war like race they value honor and the ability to fight.

They believe that when you get powerful enough in life you would become gods in death. He had joined up with Mace the same day Ashara joined. He had taken over his training until he had become a lord like the rest.

After his 5 year rest they had met back up on Ilum, the same place he buried his father. Watching the techniques displayed for a short while Mace felt his passion for battle ignite. As if sensing the unsaid challenge Xalek finally turned around his red eyes staring at him.

Ever so slowly Xalek placed the blade off to the side as he reached for his Lightsaber strapped to his waist. *Snap* *Hiss* Igniting the blade the dark red color combined with his large facial tusks and bone mask showed a fierce visage. It was hard to tell with the bone mask on but Mace could tell that he was smiling underneath.

He smiled in return as his eyes scanned the room looking for something in particular. Over on the right wall over a dozen lightsabers hung. Xalek had taken over the armory after coming aboard and spent lots of his time on the ship.

He had set up the wall to hang lightsabers to show off his trophies, some from Jedi, some from sith, and many from Zakuul. There were a multitude of different lightsabers that hung there. Reaching out with the force, one of the normal hilts flew over.

*Snap* *Hiss*

Both starred at each other before the fight began.

"Hahaha" The deep baritone voice of Xalek sounded out as he sat down on one of the crates. Even with the injuries that littered his body he was in a happy mood. They couldn't go all out in the ship but it was a nice work out. There weren't many that could keep up with either of them.

Both didn't draw on the force while sparring, they only used their physical prowess. It was a way for them to relax. "It was good to spar with you once again Wrath!" *Clap* They both clasped hands in a show of honor and recognition.

"Always good to spare with you as well, Xivhkalrainik" It took a long time to learn how to pronounce his name, but Mace did it as a show of respect. *Clench* Their grip tightened for a few seconds before they let go.

Sitting down himself he waited for Xalek to speak. They had known each other long enough to know when he wanted to say something. Taking the queue Xalek spoke. "Master, I request that I have some time to visit my home world, Kalee." Mace didn't have to think before he responded. "You have permission to leave; you have served me well for so many years old friend."

Xalek gave a deep bow at the words, but Mace was wondering one thing. "Why do you want to return?" Rising from the bow Xalek clipped his Lightsaber back on his belt. "My Lord, we have both achieved the state of living godhood, our power unrivaled by most except those around us…"

He took a second to gather his thoughts before he finished. "My father already reached godhood when he died years ago, but that has left me as the only one left in my lineage. I plan to go back to find a mate, someone worthy to bare my progeny so that my line will live on. They will be powerful!"

Clenching his hand in excitement, as his eyes drifted off into space, it took a while for him to calm down. "Once that is accomplished I will have no worries left in this life. When I die and ascend to true godhood I will have made my ancestors proud and joined their ranks." Mace nodded in understanding before clasping his shoulder.

"I wish you the best Xalek, until we meet in battle once again." Xalek gave one last bow as Mace left. "As you say, My lord" Turning from him, he once again grabbed his ceremonial sword and began his training.

Walking out of the armory Mace saw that Ayillh had disappeared again, probably to the front of the ship. Not paying it any mind he turned left at the first door entering the engine room. The hum of the engine was a sound not easily forgotten.

Since he had been on the ship the engine room had been changed many times, being upgraded as needed by the people at the alliance and then even more by Blizz when he got his hands on it. Speaking of Blizz he was at one of the consoles fiddling with something in his hands. Over to the side were an assortment of different parts and bobbles.

Blizz was a Jawa with an uncanny way of taking scrap and making it into something amazing. Wearing the usual Jawa brown robes the only thing you could see of his person were his yellow eyes. His robe had multiple pockets for tools and spare things he found lying around.

Turning around as Mace entered the room he started to speak excitedly. "Big Sith come visit, Blizz have surprise for Big sith. Look at this panel here." Speaking in his native language thankfully Mace new a plethora of languages and understood the meaning. Raising an eyebrow but used to the way the Jawa talked after spending some time with him, he moved over to look at the consol.

Unsure with what he was seeing, as he wasn't the best when it came to engineering or starships for that matter, Blizz spoke up from the side. "Blizz, reduced power needed for the engines to work. Blizz rerouted power to other systems for better performance." Mace gave a nod as he started to understand the readings he was seeing, though he did have to wonder how Blizz had accessed the power distribution of the ship from engineering, he had learned a while ago not to ask.

"Thanks Blizz, good work as always." Blizz nodded excitedly at the praise as he started to ramble. "Blizz no need thanks, Blizz doing favor for Boss, Big Sith helped Boss and repayment due. Blizz going back to Boss after mission, this Blizz's going away present."

Giving a nod in thanks Mace thought about the 'Boss' Blizz was talking about, one of the best bounty hunters in the galaxy, he had somehow survived and prospered when the eternal empire had risen to power.

Being one of the only people to accept bounties on Zakuul knights and commanders, he was in high demand for a lot of people while they were in power. Because of this fact he was hunter down for more than 5 years, being the number one most wanted before Mace woke up of course.

Mace had known the bounty hunter for many years before he was put on ice, whenever they would meet during missions, or when the empire hired out help, they usually went to him. He and his wife Mako were a great team, not to mention the rest of the people on board his ship.

Last Mace heard he was about to have a child, and might actually stop taking bounties for a short while. 'Married life can really change a person' Though he was sure he would get back to it after a few years off.

It wasn't about the money with him; it was about the hunt, about the honor. Probably one of the reasons he had never taken up a bounty on Mace's head, they had too much respect for each other. As he was about to settle down he had loaned out Blizz for a short while, which had been an enormous help to the alliance.

Sadly all good things had to come to an end at some point and Blizz was going to be leaving when they got back, same as Xalek. Now that they had control of Zakuul and had essentially won the war, they wouldn't be needed, not for a time being anyways.

Mace had a feeling that the Jedi and Sith wouldn't sit idly by for much longer, it was inevitable that they would start fighting again, it was just a matter of time.

Spending a bit of time with Blizz talking about all the upgrades he had done to this ship, it was closing in on 20 minutes before they would reach Odessen, he still had one last person to talk to. Walking out the door, Blizz got back to work.

Mace walked slowly towards one of the two bedrooms situated in the back of the ship. The bedroom at the front was Ayillh's bedroom and sometimes doubled as his. The two at the back rotated who used them, but usually one was for Ashara or Xalek.

Because Vaylin had come along for the mission it was decided that it would be better if she had her own Bedroom. Walking up to the door, he pressed the button to the side.

*Hiss* The door slid open and he walked in instantly looking at the person sitting on the bed. Her eyes were open and already looking at him. They had a yellow glow to them that held traces of red, but it wasn't that bad, yet.

She had a peaceful expression on her face as she starred at him entering; yes she was calm at that moment. To most sith or Jedi that would be a surprise as the dull yellow glow told of her connection to the dark side.

But Vaylin was very unique. Being the daughter of Valkorion, The Emperor, she had an unprecedented connection to the force. A connection that was manipulated and twisted by the emperor. Set down the dark path at a young age, in her normal state her eyes would shine an almost orange to red color. When she was angry it would get even worse.

Not to mention how her powers would go out of control in such a state. She wasn't trained properly by Valkorion and instead treated as a weapon to be controlled and used at leisure, programming implanted in her mind to be used if she ever got out of control.

Because she was never properly taught her emotions would run rampant in the force multiple times, something that was being worked on. Mace was in the process of teaching he how to control herself in the force, something almost laughable for a Darth of the sith, but wholly necessary.

Uncontrolled power was not the sith way, you had to control it, master it, tame it.

"Outlander." The words almost hard to say, but so familiar coming from her. But where they used to contain uncontrollable hatred and malice, it was now just a normal greeting. Her hair had been cut short since the last time he had seen her.

'When did that happen?' She used to have long brown hair that stopped just past her shoulders, but it had now been cut shorter. With 3 small bumps on her head natural to her species, she wore her usual empress robes.

There were some things she didn't want to leave behind; especially not her past, exactly like Senya who still wore her knight gear whenever they met, or Arcann with his combat robes. He was lucky he had been able to talk her down before she killed Vette on Odessen, it had been so close Mace still remembered it from time to time.

"Vaylin how have you been settling in?" Vaylin's eyes didn't waver as she stared right into his, trying to read him; it took her a few seconds to respond. "It hasn't been too bad." Motioning for him to sit down, he moved over and took a seat.

"Was there a reason you wanted to talk to me, Outlander?" Mace shook his head as he flashed her a smile. "No I just wanted to talk, see how things were." She gave a small nod; the concept of just talking seemed a bit foreign for her.

She had talked to her family a lot, but those around her feared her and didn't want to get to know her. Her social skills and mentality were less developed than a child. Since she had been talked down and surrendered, there were a few that wanted her to be killed for all the things she had done, but Mace has stopped them.

Mace felt a strong bout of pity for the force user, pity and remorse. She was such a strong force user, but she had been reduced to what she had become. She could have been more powerful than imagined if she had proper training from a young age, but instead she had been repressed.

He appreciated the power that she could wield, but was sad that it had been wasted. After learning about her back story, the conditioning that had been placed in her, how the emperor had been too scared to let her flourish, he had decided to recruit her.

Decided that if anyone was going to train her, let her become a true power of the force, it was going to be him. That was why he had tried at every turn to convince her to stand down, to let go of the title of empress, an empty title which wasn't important compared to what she could become.

Finally at the battle of Odessen when she was about to kill Vette, when he had to fight her, defeat her, to show her that she could become more powerful, it was only then that she had given up on the title, her false ambitions.

And the first step along the long path to make her reach her potential had been to teach her properly. He had started out by teaching her some Jedi techniques. He had picked up many from fallen Jedi; as they say know thy enemy.

He hated to admit it but some of their teachings had become useful to him, funnily enough their techniques to suppress their emotions proved useful in many fights. Once you let lose those emotions that were bottled up the power would double sometimes even triple if used correctly.

It was after she started learning to control her emotions that he had let her view the darker techniques that he possessed. She was an untapped well of the force that had just been letting it flow out of her. He was trying to make her gain control of what she already possessed.

What she had been doing when he walked in was a meditation technique that Nadia had begrudgingly given up, it took a lot of convincing before it was imparted to Vaylin. As one of the calming techniques of the legendary Barsen'thor its efficiency was nearly unmatched.

Both of them talked for a little while, Mace starting most of the conversations to get the ball rolling, Vaylin needed more interactions to develop a proper emotional spectrum and develop cognitive responses. Once those were established she could better utilize her powers.

But it was still hard for her to talk to people so he would speak regularly with her. After a while they both decided to train in the force. Sitting across from each other they attuned themselves to the force. Feeling the ship around them, expanding further to the space they were traveling, before finally moving towards the wider galaxy.

There weren't many that could sense the galaxy as a whole, especially with a war going on, but if they were powerful enough they could sense the greater extent of the galaxy. Vaylen and Mace were two of those such people.

Stretching their senses out they started to look around the galaxy, sensing the balance that the force was trying to preserve, the light side of the force that fought the dark, the screaming of that clash reverberating everywhere.

When Zakuul had been introduced into the fight the force had been thrown out of balance alerting most force sensitive's that something was wrong. It was also thrown out when other important moments happen in the galaxy.

For instance the day that Vaylin had been on Odessen the force had gathered, it had become a storm that swept the planet and the system around as the force knew that an important decision had to be made. And when she had decided to surrender the force had quaked, it had trembled and sent a shock wave outwards to the rest of the universe.

It was one of the things he will never forget the feeling of, the force as it concentrated itself on him in such a way. He had looked at it before, compared to others he knew that it congregated around him more often, compared to others it was like a comparing a star to a light bulb. It was possible that it had been there since the very start, accompanying him on his journey from apprentice to lord, to wrath, to outlander, to alliance commander, to Darth.

It always followed him around, it was only later that he could see it, make use of it. There were others like him, like his late wife who it also gathered around, and when they found companions, people to share their journey with, they too would be touched by the force, strengthened by it.

Mace had let his mind wonder as he felt the galaxy around, he could feels Vaylin's presence next to him doing the same, feeling the force in its beauty and vast reaches.

And that was when it suddenly changed. The balance was thrown out of sorts as it madly gathered towards them. Both their eyes snapped open as they felt the massive wave that outstripped any star ship that was rushing towards them.

Their heart rates sped up as the force constricted around them, the other force sensitive's in the ship also felt this new pressure and sense of foreboding, sending them into agitation.

The ship rocked as if physically hit throwing most of them off their feet, but the ship remained in hyperspace. Mace concentrated his mind as he tried to feel the force, to feel what was happening. Trying to figure a way out of their predicament.

But it was too late, he didn't have enough time. He could only feel the force as it gathered above the ship and screamed in his ear.

*BANG*

The force exploded out and then everything went white.

Hey guys I hope you enjoyed the prologue to this story! It's been on my mind for quite a while after reading stories that were similar. I'm mainly thinking of the Vader back in time stories like 'Second chance sith' and this is along the same lines, but with SWTOR characters.

Funnily Enough I completely forgot about Mace Windu when I was writing this prologue, hopefully that won't cause confusion in the future and will actually lead to a funny interaction between the two.

I'm sure some of you can already guess who his wife was. (I did give a few hints) Unlike the original game this is an AU with something's happening differently.

I'm an old player of SWTOR and left around when the command crates were added, so I don't know much of the story after eternal throne. One of my biggest hassles with that expansion was the fact you couldn't save/have Vaylin as a companion, I mean everyone else gets a second chance, even Arcann, plus I wondered where her character could go. Which is why I added her to the story.

The Sith warrior in this story is highly op when it comes to fighting make no mistake, think of it as if he were a marauder and a juggernaut put together, as in my mind after all the time in the war he would have mastered both professions, maybe even a little more.

If a person is wondering yes this contains Harem Elements, but it is not a main focus and just a thing in the background. Sorry for people who don't like them, but I think it's inevitable with a male or even female sith to have multiple lovers. But as said before it is not a focus and just a thing in the background that will be easy to pick up.

Now if you are wondering why there aren't more male companions, it's because the ship can only be so big before I have to upgrade it to a cruiser class or something bigger, I wanted to keep it small. Also during the game play of most stories I just hated the male character progressions. I do like LT Pierce and would have done Quinn, even though I hate his guts, but the ship already has 8 people on it.

This is a side, side, side project of mine that I work on when I have free time and can't be bothered writing my other novels. Because of that fact the release rate will be very low, like maybe once a moth as this one alone took about the same amount of time.