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"Talking"

'Thoughts'

'Telepathic'

Review Response:

Mandalore the Freedom (Chapter 2): Well, I was planning on a Game of Thrones vibe for this story, so…

Of course, Shae won't immediately fall for Aeon when he appears. She'll definitely respect him in the aspect of a warrior but, being honest, the Shae romance will probably be one of the last to come through amongst the harem.

Rest assured, my knowledge of the Mandalore culture is quite plentiful.

But I appreciate your concern nonetheless.

Cuun adate b malyasa'yr cuyir dral bal . Cuun paranaor oyacyir bat adol tome'tayl be cuun cayatr.

Danny R. (Chapter 2): Thank you.

Allhailthesith (Chapter 2): I take you like the harem list XD.

Thank you, I figured that Aeon would step into the role of Zakuul's emperor; including wearing his armor. Plus it's pretty awesome lol.

tamagat (Chapter 1): Thank you kindly.

tamagat (Chapter 2): No real reason I guess.

Dovahkiin1053 (Chapter 2): Thank you.

Well, the biggest problem is that Darth Nox's gender is player choice. So I wasn't sure which to pick (according to Wookiepedia, there's- Human, Pureblood Sith, Twi'lek, Zabrak and Cyborg). I've been looking online for pictures for a female Darth Nox but it's been pretty difficult.

Silver crow (Chapter 2): Thank you, though to be fair Aeon hasn't done much since the week he has been declared plus we have the other 5 years to account for until the official time where the Outlander would've escaped from the carbonite prison.

Hm, I still imagine Valkorion mortal enough to where he could sleep. I personally didn't give it much thought at the time lol.

In reference to Valkorion's decision to block his children's mind, that'll be a mini arc for the 3-4 chapters… Spoilers, lol. Funny that you mention Abeloth though…

It'd be quite a shock if Aeon and Vaylin didn't achieve their goal…

True, though if you noticed closely the Scions (specifically Heskal) didn't respond about the lie Aeon told about Arcann and the Outlander joining forces.

… Yep. Fun for Senya…

Leontyne has always been pretty blunt and hard headed during her time in the SWTOR game so it'll be some time before the realizations crushes down upon her. And as for the Mandos, I think they could prove themselves worth the trouble ;). For a time anyway lol.

It'll be funny when Aeon and his family find out that the Gravestone in the Endless Swamps of Zakuul. As for the Suncrusher, considering its location it'll be somewhat difficult to locate and/or destroy.

Ro-lee (Chapter 2): Aw, thank you so much! I try my best to keep it, as foremost, a good story. The harems are usually for a side story and for fun lol.

Plus it would be disappointing to see Valkorion, Arcann, Vaylin, and the Eternal Empire hyped up so much and for Aeon to be undermined in some manner. So it's natural I guess for Aeon to be at that level too.

Yes, Thana Vesh is still alive in this story. And she's included into the harem.

I deeply appreciate the praise in this review!

Alenzo (Chapter 2): Ok.

TheWolfBoss06 (Chapter 2): Thank you! Who doesn't love a handsome Emperor with his ladies? LOL!

Kage69 (Chapter 2): Thank you.

Well, all Leontyne did in the last chapter was give Aeon a BJ, no sex. So Vaylin wouldn't be TOO upset with the scenario but she definitely be possessive in that sense.

genesicgaogaigarvsgodgundam (Chapter 1): Thank you.

xXThereforeThereforeXx (Chapter 2): Thank you and I see myself updating this story, hopefully, every two weeks to a month.

Samhain Otsutsuki (Chapter 2): That's understandable lol.

Thank you so much for the kind words :). I'll see what I can do in regards to Darth Nox but refer to my response to Dovahkiin1053.

-Legacy of the Throne-

The Emperor of Zakuul grunted as he thrusted into his sister's tight ass, his thick cock being enveloped perfectly and he slapped Vaylin's ass once; a red hand print marking her. He smirked when he heard Vaylin's moan teasing him further, he even saw her smirk when she tilted her head. Grabbing a handful of his sister's hair, Aeon pulled on it roughly, sending pleasure and pain down Vaylin's spine. Oh, how she loved it. To be used at her brother's beck and call, it gave her such a thrill.

The former Sith Twi'lek watched in anticipation, her Emperor's cock pulsating inside of her mistress; back and forth, waiting for the beloved treasure to hit her womb. She licked her lips seductively at her lustful imagination- perhaps he would be kind, kissing her neck sensually and whisper of want, love and poetry. Or maybe he would be forceful, taking what he knew to be his; her body, her wants and desires, and transform her into a woman desirable for her Emperor.

Aeon felt the lust from the Twi'lek- the one responsible for Arcann's disfigurement, the one he choose to spare when he could've struck her down. His raging lust boiled in the depths of his soul, his sense of pride demanding that she too would kneel in front of him-

His cock swelled as his balls tightened, emptying his seed deep into Vaylin's womb. Her pussy squeezed for all his cock had to offer, almost painfully so; her silent gasp leaving her lungs aching for more. Vaylin's skin tingled when she heard her brother's animalistic growl by her ear, proud of herself, and smirked with lustful pride when his fingers intertwined with hers.

She was better than that Republic Twi'lek slut…

Aeon's amusing hum brought her out of her thoughts. "I should have figured you'd be jealous. But not quite like this." He gently nipped on her earlobe, pressing his nose against her neck and inhaled her scent; it was strong, musky, lustful, and pure. "It actually pains me to see you like this."

"Like what?" Vaylin's voice bit with acid.

The Emperor said nothing then looked towards the Lethan Twi'lek. "Leave us."

Atroxa nodded, however unwilling she was and her eyes drifted to the thick twelve inch member of her Emperor as it now bobbed between his legs and her mistress' legs, and left.

Turning his sister around and looking into her beautiful yellow eyes, Aeon contemplated his words. "I feel your anguish and your jealously," he kissed sweetly and gently, honoring her with the affection she justly deserved. "You have nothing to worry about; I've always been by your side."

Vaylin's lips quivered into a smile. "I know." She brought her brother into a hug, burying her face in his neck; wanting to be lost inside of him, to be complete and whole. "I just want to be happy with you. To grow old and rule the galaxy by our wills alone, and our children playing together." She backed away and kissed across his neckline, tasting his flesh and skin with her tongue. "I want you."

"You already do," assured Aeon tenderly, caressing Vaylin's cheek. Cradling her face in his hands, the Emperor worshiped her beauty with his kisses. "All of the Empire shall know and they'll love and cheer for us, statues and parades and parties in our honor. We shall be gods and they'll praise for our safety and livelihood."

He pressed his forehead against hers. Two souls intertwined by fate yet separated by flesh and blood and bone.

-Legacy of the Throne-

The stars twinkled with an eons care, continuous and everlasting with energy and wisdom. Everlasting and eternal- like his empire. Eternal and everlasting- like his duty as emperor.

Like his burden and strife to unite the galaxy.

The Emperor stood in stark nudity by the window of his flagship, previously owned by his treacherous brother, reflecting on those stars. Maybe they were his family.

"Even stars, as majestic and immortal as they seem, still die," Aeon's eyes widened in disbelief; the immortal Emperor of Zakuul stared down at his son through the reflection of the window. "I have always loved the stars."

Aeon swiveled around and called his lightsaber through the Force, the yellow glow glossing against his naked body and gazed into the otherwise empty room.

Only Vaylin's unconscious, nude body was the only living thing in the room. Her chest slowly heaving up and down brought some sense of ease to the young Emperor, and Aeon lowered his lightsaber and deactivated the saber. His eyes narrowed and glanced over his shoulder to the slightly bemused face of his deceased father.

"My chains are broken, the Force shall free me. Probably my favorite line of the Sith Code," Valkorion continued, stepping past the confinement of the window and entered the physical realm.

"How is this possible? No Force-wielder can surpass death," demanded Aeon, keeping his body weary of this apparition.

"What is a Force-wielder to a god?" Valkorion countered, disappearing instantly from his son to his daughter. The former Emperor leaned towards his daughter and gently stroke her cheek, ignoring her state of unconsciousness and nudity. "I see you have taken the Eternal Throne and not long after my death."

"I didn't have many options," retorted Aeon, relaxing somewhat. "What happened? With Arcann and Thexan…" Aeon winced as the pulsating buzz in his skull irritated him. "Why did you block my mind?"

Valkorion continued to observe his daughter. The action, whether his father was purposefully ignoring him or not, caused the young Emperor's heart to race and his anger to rise. On some tiny level, Aeon started to understand how Arcann must've felt…

"TELL ME!" roared Aeon, the window behind him cracked severely from the sudden implosion of the Force from within. The ungodly sound awoke Vaylin with a start, panting harshly and looked at her lover in fright. His orange eyes loomed at her, as if he looking at something within her…

"Aeon!" cried Vaylin in concern, rushing to her brother and wrapped her hands around his face, shaking him. "What's wrong?!"

Aeon's widened orange eyes stared past her, right where his father's ghost just was…

He took a step back, lowering Vaylin's hands from his face. Was… that even real? Was he now experiencing the side affect of his father's release on him? His orange eyes reverted back to yellow when he considered Vaylin's fate. The two of them, both with the "inhibitors" unlocked, could be a liable threat to the Empire…

"I saw Father," answered Aeon honestly. "He appeared to me, then next to you. I tried to ask him questions- Arcann, me and you. But he didn't answer…" Rubbing his short brown hair, wincing slightly as the buzz started to increase, the Emperor continued. "I have no idea what's going on."

Vaylin pressed her lips to her brother, hoping it would calm him. "Father is very powerful but I didn't think even he could surpass death."

"Why is he appearing now?" uttered Aeon under his breath, just loud enough for Vaylin to contemplate. "It's been a week since his death."

"He's always kept his plans to himself," Vaylin said. "But he has his reasons, something tells me he'll be visiting soon. Speaking of," Vaylin walked away from Aeon, her hips, perhaps, swaying teasingly; a smirk curling on the Emperor's lips. "we shouldn't be too far from the Sith Empire space, we should prepare for the meeting."

"Meeting or 'meeting'," inquired Aeon cheekily.

Vaylin eyed her brother cautiously then continued to dress herself. "Joking was never your strong suit."

The Emperor's smile flattened a little, his yellow eyes squinting at his sister's insult. As Vaylin exited their room, Aeon glanced over his shoulder towards the cracked window.

-Legacy of the Throne-

Dressed in his father's armor Aeon stepped onto the bridge, his people working fervently at their stations. Vaylin strode alongside her brother, her yellow eyes judging the fleet of Sith warships awaiting them. The Emperor sensed her anticipation, a bemusing smile growing.

"Don't worry, they won't attack," Aeon said, walking up the staircase to the cavernous window. "Though it would give me the valid excuse of eradicating them from the galaxy."

"This might be the most boring takeover in galactic history," pouted Vaylin, leaning her head against her brother's shoulder. She was growing more bold in her affections. "Where's the fun of burning down a planet if they're going to surrender before we even arrive?"

"This is politics, not war," clarified Aeon.

"Politics always leads to conflict, which leads to fun," Vaylin countered.

The Emperor resisted an eyeroll when a holographic transmission on the deck appeared, the screams of the Mark VI Supremacy-class starfighter flew past the window.

"Word travels quickly," mused Aeon, a smirk on his lips. "I take it you're aware of my visit to the Republic space."

"And I can assume the reason why you're here as well," The female Sith said. She held herself highly, well-dressed and her face held wisdom of experience. "Most of the Sith who have faced the Eternal Throne have either died or vanished. We are aware of the threat your Empire is to both the Republic and the Sith."

"The point being," drawled Aeon, his demeanor becoming bored.

"You yield the greatest power in the galaxy, why listen to the Republic?"

"I am a man of my word," the Emperor continued. "However I am also a pragmatic man, unless you have something to offer that bests the Republic's, then your people will be killed." Yellows eyes observed the female Sith. "I will assume you are the Empress for the Sith Empire, hence the manner of your declarations."

The female Sith nodded. "I am Empress Acina, the ruler of the Sith Empire."

"The ruined Sith Empire," muttered Vaylin. Aeon shushed her gently.

"My limits of patience do not last long," Aeon declared. "You do not have to stand against me. Join us and kneel, or you can die; this is my only offer. And together, you can take victory for the destruction of the Republic, it is a petty thing to me. But it will mean something for you and your followers."

Acina pondered on the Emperor's offer, her brow furrowed in deep thought, focusing on the future consequences of her decision. "If it is alright, I would like to continue this conversation in person."

The Emperor raised his brow, bemusing feelings stirred in his gut. "And what is wrong with our conversation over the hologram?"

"Makes the deal final," answered Acina. "And it shows a sign of good faith."

"Didn't think the Sith had a sense of fair play," chuckled Aeon.

"Not by normal standards," Acina corrected.

"How should we proceed then? You come to me or shall I come to you?"

The Sith Empress nodded to a hidden figure off-screen. "My people are standing down, you are allowed safe passage to my shuttle where we will continue our conversation."

Aeon did not say anything as he descended the flight of stairs, Vaylin following him and the transmission ended. Vaylin felt anger and jealously stirred in her again, memories of the filthy Twi'lek's lips around her brother's cock. HER cock, it belonged to her!

"Remember what I told you," Aeon said. Her eyes widened in surprise as the Emperor's hands pinned her firmly against the wall, the dull metallic thud thundering in the hallway. No one was here. "I am by your side. Be by my side now." Yellow eyes lusted at her parted lips, her faint, sharp inhalation of breath telling him of his power over her.

Tasting her soft, sweet lips created a spark between the two, a spark that would outlast the eons of time and space in the galaxy; all other things would be lost and broken, but this was their mark, their legacy, their everything. Aeon's strong hands continued to pin Vaylin, his lustful gaze speaking to her silently; he wanted this and she loved him for it. To see the soft gentle side of Aeon was what Vaylin adored of him, but seeing the power and domination sparkling in his eyes sent shivers down her spine.

A man can have anything if he is willing to sacrifice.

He was a man now.

Rather, he was more than a man.

He was a embodiment of a symbol. The symbol of eternity.

The emptiness suddenly following Aeon's departure crushed her. She felt alone, alien. Yet she found it endearing.

-Legacy of the Throne-

Dromund Kaas

The Emperor of Zakuul observed the industrial architecture of the Sith Empire; cold, calculating and functional. Very machine-like. But there was an air of mythic vibes seeping beneath the planet.

Boarding the personal shuttle of Empress Acina, the Emperor, his sister and the Empress bolted from the capital city.

Time passed quickly and fog seeped into view of the shuttle, partially hiding the forest beneath them. Vaylin sensed Aeon's tired annoyance growing.

"There remain Sith who will not approve of this. They hold tight to the old ways," Acina spoke, turning to face the Emperor of Zakuul.

"I thought Sith respected power and cunning," Aeon lightly mocked, his arms folded tightly against his chest.

"Sith rely on passion and ambition, it tends to fuel other less useful emotions such as pride and arrogance," riposted Acina. "Many Sith have come to respect my rise as Empress, yet what I say is true regardless.

"Is that all you want?" Aeon asked, his firm stare looking through Acina. "For me to clean up the mess that your Empire has wrought upon itself?"

"No different than what you planned to do with the Republic once you were through with us."

The Emperor stood in silence, his eyes frittering to the side, a quiet snort leaving him. "Focusing back to our earlier talk, all I have to do is signal my fleet and watch your empire crumble to ash. I won't need the entire fleet to prove my point- both the Republic and your Empire are failing, it will not last for much longer even without my intervention. Surely you can see that, it will be an endless cycle of wanton destruction fueled by self-righteousness." He stepped towards the Sith Empress, orange and yellow eyes fixated on the other. "I can snap your neck right now and no one will stop me, they can't."

The Sith Empress knew he was serious. She knew he had the power to make his words true. Her opportunities were squandered by his ambition to rule the galaxy. Her full lips parted slightly, her posh Imperial tongue, which greatly reminded Aeon of the Coruscanti dialect, guided her thoughts. "There is only one path to victory. You want to seize the galaxy, and I will help you achieve it."

Aeon stalked closer to the Empress, his nose barely touching hers. His yellow eyes inspected her orange gaze, seizing on the chance if she was lying. The low, faint rumble of the shuttle's engine broke the tension. Vaylin watched her brother closely, her jealously flexed in her stomach, her palms becoming slightly damp.

His gaze shifted and turned away from the Empress, his hands folded regally behind him. "It's settled. Kneel before me," He turned around to face the Empress. "Swear your allegiance to the Eternal Throne for all of eternity." The defiant gaze of the Sith Empress wavered in protest before she knelt before him. Aeon silently gazed at the beautiful sight of his power controlling her, a powerful woman on her knees because he said so. Lust began to boil his blood, but he would control his lust and save it.

"My life is yours, my Emperor," Acina said, her voice soft and humble. Aeon gestured for her to stand.

"As to the problem at hand with the remaining Sith who will fight against me, you will lead the search as you're more familiar with this system than I," suggested Aeon. "Gather everyone loyal to you and commence a hunt for these traitors."

Noticing his sister's all-knowing stare, Aeon walked over to her and leaned into her ear. "Keep an eye on her, just to be safe." The shuttle rocked violently when a missile exploded on the hull, smoke and fire erupted on the spot. The trio of Force wielders stumbled and leapt out the ship, the shuttle landing uncontrollably over the cliff side. Aeon crawled in his dazed state towards Vaylin; her whimpered groan caused Aeon to become scared. Cradling her face in his hands, Aeon looked for any injuries, seeing none he relaxed. Rage quickly replaced his anger. Orange eyes burned with spitefulness at the surrounding environment. Picking Vaylin up and placing her on her feet, Aeon took a number of steps towards the forest.

"Cowards!" barked Aeon, his voice carrying a god's wrath. "There is no force in the universe that'll save you from me! You better kill yourselves before I find you, because when I do I will rip your skins off and make you eat them!" The ground broke apart under his feet, an orbit of debris circled around him. Acina took a step from the Emperor of Zakuul, she could see the Force energy surrounding him, such power… such rage. "YOU HEAR ME!?" His voice carried off into the far distance, his voice also lowered an octave sounding like a godly demon.

A flicker of fear quickened Vaylin's heart, the familiar sound of her brother from earlier still fresh in her mind. Yet a tingle spread across her body. There was the power that dwelled within him, yet he was much scarier than her when he was angry… because he cared for her.

Her brother was perhaps a bigger, confused mess than her… And she knew that meant something.

A loud screech from a primal Vine Cat leapt from the trees and landed in front of them, hissing at the intruders. Glaring in spite at the creature, Aeon grabbed the creature by its throat through the Force, with a sharp flick of his wrist snapped its neck.

Stopping short of the creature's face, Aeon continued to glare before turning towards Vaylin. "You alright?"

"I'll say," Vaylin said, look past her brother towards the creature. "I didn't expect that from you." A cute smirk crossed her lips in ponderment. "But I do like the more authoritative side of you."

The Emperor frowned as he felt more of those creatures closing in. "We might be in the heart of their den." The hissing hum of his yellow lightsaber ignited. "Clever, they're trying to kill us with our surroundings."

"Let them come, it's their funeral," Vaylin said.

Acina ignited her amethyst saberstaff, twirling it in preparation of the first wave.

"That armor wasn't designed for combat," Vaylin noted towards her brother.

"I know, I'll make due regardless and kill those beasts faster," Aeon answered.

'This might be much more enjoyable than I imagine,' thought Vaylin.

Fifteen Vine Cats surrounded the trio of Force wielders, hissing and growling like the ignorant beasts they were. Yellow and oranges eyes surveyed the trap they found themselves boxed in, calculating the best laid plan.

The Emperor shifted his stance, lowering his yellow lightsaber in alignment with his leg. His grip tighten against the hilt, confirming his confidence in his skills. "We'll each take five. Can you handle that?" Aeon said, focusing his question to the Empress.

"I'm insulted you doubt me that much," Acina countered.

"There's been many things I've been disappointed in lately," commented Aeon lowly. The Emperor lunged towards the three Vine Cats directly in his vicinity, sliding on his knees he slashed at the legs of the beasts. Howls and cries of pain haunted the forest, the hisses of the lightsabers hacking and slashing away at the beasts, and the dull thuds barely registered in Aeon's ears as the Cats laid dead. The gentle drizzle of the oncoming rain dripped from his hair.

"They're hiding in the forest," Aeon pointed his saber towards the trees. "Not far from here. There must be a base or camp nearby."

"Probably the same ones jamming our comm signals," hissed Acina. "My shuttle has an emergency beacon. The signal should cut through an interference. If help is coming, that's where they'll be."

Placing the lightsaber on his belt, Aeon glared at the forest before following the Empress down the cliffside. Vaylin strode by her brother's side, casting a glance at him. "What's gotten into you? You've never reacted like that."

Aeon kept his firm gaze forward. "No one tried to kill you earlier. Because of me, you're a target as well."

"I would've been a target regardless."

"Not as big as you are now."

Vaylin halted in front of Aeon, the Emperor's stern yellow eyes widening at her action. "You don't trust me," Vaylin stated, her eyes narrowing at her brother.

The Emperor's gaze darkened dangerously. "I don't trust myself." Aeon redirected his glare towards Acina, silently ordering her to continue towards the broken ship on the other side of the twin waterfalls. Facing his sister, Aeon kept his dark gaze on her. "Something's wrong. Ever since this cage has been lifted from my mind, I've felt…" His eyes flickered with uncertainty. "I fear I know why father caged our minds, and what that means for us."

"He's dead now," Vaylin bluntly said. "And whatever is going on with you, you will get over it. It is the Force's power flowing freely through you now, and your body isn't used to it."

Orange iris' softened to yellow again. "Perhaps you're right. It would explain the hallucination."

"Maybe," muttered Vaylin. "But let's focus on the task at hand."

-Legacy of the Throne-

"Slugging through the forest to hunt you down was going to be the worst part of this job. It's so much easier when the targets come to us," mocked the Bounty Hunter standing on the small river bank next to the destroyed shuttle. The Human male folded his arms, surrounded by a small squad of HK assassin droids.

Aeon, Acina, and Vaylin halted on the opposite end of the nameless Bounty Hunter. The Emperor observed the floating droid coming towards them, its box-shaped head rotating nonstop. "You know who we are, yet you're stupid enough to try and kills us?" Aeon exclaimed in astonishment.

"The GenoHaradan fear no one. Not even you," countered the Bounty Hunter.

Vaylin reached her hand out and crushed the HK assassin droids, sparks and smoke rising from their metallic corpses. "I'd be terrified if I was you."

The Bounty Hunter kept his smug expression. "We don't leave any witnesses, that's why we're a myth."

Aeon raised his eyebrow at the statement. His eyes looked from side to side, over the Bounty Hunter to the ridge, and behind him. "And what's to stop me from killing you?"

"Nothing. The beacon is already destroyed." The sharp crack of the Bounty Hunter's neck followed by the thud of his corpse eased the Emperor's mind.

"At least he was honest," noted Aeon.

The Sith Empress inspected the burning wreckage of the shuttle. "Comm signals still jammed and a fierce storm is heading our way."

"I can handle a little rain. We need to find the campsite of the GenoHaradan and see who hired them," Vaylin proposed. "Then we can get a signal for your Sith lackeys to find us, by then we'll have burned the camp to the ground."

"Sounds good," agreed Aeon. "The campsite can't be far from here. Let's get a move on, we don't know how many of them there are."

-Legacy of the Throne-

The bowed heads of the statues greeted the Force wielders as they arrived at the ancient Sith Temple. The web of lightning danced across the dark stormy sky, bringing the haunting mysticism of the planet to full circle. Nearby was a group of small tents packed with equipment and weapons.

"We should find something of use," Aeon said, heading towards the main tent. A rectangular handheld communicator was placed on the table. The holographic image of Leontyne Saresh appeared.

"It's not enough to simply crash the shuttle, I want to see the bodies. No bodies, no bonus." Her scowl enhanced the beauty on the Twi'lek's face, Aeon observed. Her blind dedication to the failing Republic would be her undoing. He warned her.

"She was lying," affirmed Vaylin, casting a look of disgust at the Twi'lek.

"It'll be her final mistake as Supreme Chancellor," Acina agreed, her scowl enhancing her beauty. "I'll enjoy burning down every planet in the name of the Empire." The Emperor casted a glance towards the Empress. "The Eternal Empire, of course."

Aeon hummed in thought before shutting off the hologram. "Apparently you have a traitor in your mist Acina. The Sith tend to be stubborn creatures, aren't they?"

The loud whirring of a ship's engine called their attention. Looking towards the sky, the model of the ship belong to one of the Mandalorian culture. The sudden explosion of a missile followed by a torrent of blue blaster fire forced the Force wielders to retreat into the temple.

"Into the temple!" cried Acina, taking the lead ahead of the Emperor and Vaylin. Force lightning fired from her fingertips at the shield generator blocking the entrance. The ship swerved in front of the temple and fired another missile at the top of the entrance way. Large stones and debris rained down on the Force wielders, barely making it in without a scratch.

The Emperor brushed the dust and dirt off his armor, descending down the large staircase to where his sister and Acina stood.

"I'm sure there's another way out," Acina said, studying the architecture of the temple.

"Be shame if you didn't know anything about your own culture," Vaylin snarked.

"Easy," Aeon hushed. "We're safe and alone for the moment. The rest of GenoHaradan are probably somewhere in the depths of the temple."

"And the sight of the Mandalorian ship leaves something to the imagination," Vaylin stated.

"Yes, it does. Saresh wouldn't be foolish enough to believe that an exploding ship would be enough to kill me, she must be using someone as a pawn," ventured Aeon. "And she must have struck a deal with the Mandalorians to make sure my death was certain."

"All the more fun for us to have as we torture and kill them slowly," Vaylin grinned.

Aeon's lips curled in a smirk. "It'd be nice to use my power more freely."

"Now you're starting to see the fun side," teased Vaylin.

-Legacy of the Throne-

Traveling deeper into the temple, Aeon, Vaylin and Acina came unto the ruined tomb of a Sith Lord. Acina and Vaylin continued past the tomb, however the Emperor slowed when the skeleton.

"The looted tomb of another Sith Lord. I once thought these ancient temples held the secrets of immortality. I was wrong," spoke the apparition of Valkorion, materializing next to the young Emperor.

His body tensed at the sight of his father, the earlier conversations with Vaylin bringing worry and doubt.

"I am very much real my son. The Force works in mysterious ways for those ignorant of its true power."

"Are you going to answer my questions or will you turn your back to me again?" demanded Aeon, narrowing his eyes at his father.

"In time, once you are truly worthy of becoming my successor to the throne."

"Then we're done," Aeon declared boldly and strutted past Valkorion.

"Careful, boy," Valkorion called out, the deep bass of his voice growling at his son's defiance. "Your power is a storm, powerful yet chaotic. Without my assistance, you will burn down everything I have wrought for millennium."

Aeon inhaled and exhaled deeply, blinking and shaking his head. "You're lying."

Valkorion scoffed. "You are such a child. Look beyond your selfishness and see what I had to do to bring the Eternal Empire to its full glory."

The Emperor stared at his predecessor. "I know Mother wasn't happy about you caging Vaylin's mind, or mine. Why did you do it? What were you afraid of?"

The former Emperor felt a flare of pride as he saw, not his son, but a man defending his pride. "You."

Blinking at the simple answer, Aeon said nothing.

"You are everything I have dreamed. A son forged after my own heart, my true heart."

Aeon furrowed his brow in perplexity. "You were afraid of me… so you caged my mind and Vaylin's mind." Resting his hands on the tomb, the current Emperor breathed to calm his troubled mind.

"And your mother may have been correct," continued Valkorion. "Now the repercussions of my error will destroy everything."

"No, I won't let it. I will make the galaxy bow before the might of the Eternal Throne, and whatever happens to me, I'll face it."

"I know you will. And you may die trying."

Pushing away from the tomb, Aeon followed where Vaylin and Acina walked to. "Death comes for us all. If I am the son who you claim I am, I'll see you again."

-Legacy of the Throne-

The faint illumination from the hole in the roof of the temple provided the only visible light. A group of black and white armored GenoHaradan lounged about in the cavernous room, another group of Mandalorians kept their distance from the GenoHaradan.

"Don't you know it's rude to make me come out in a storm like us? We should just seal the passage behind us, trapping you in here forever," a white uniformed Imperial Officer stated, turning to face the three powerful Force wielders.

"Not an option. Saresh wants the corpses. No bodies, no bonus," the GenoHaradan leader reprimanded.

"After all the groveling you gave to me I finally made you Minister, and this is you thank me Lorman?" Acina mocked, glaring sternly at her underling. "By groveling to that Republic snake? You're pathetic."

"I don't answer to Saresh. I am her partner," Lorman retorted.

"I should rip your tongue for your insolence!" berated the Sith Empress.

"As if you're any better," Lorman continued. "Kneeling like some common harlot-" The Force began to crush Lorman's throat, the lack of air burning his lungs. The blasters clicked into position as the GenoHaradan and the Mandalorians aimed at the Emperor.

"Now would be the best time to carve his tongue," Aeon suggested to Acina, lifting the pathetic Imperial Officer off the ground.

"I'll take care of the others if you want to take your time on the sniveling worm," said Vaylin, smiling in devilish glee and her yellow lightsaber ignited. "Leave me something to tear off."

"It's not Lorman's call, the GenoHaradan always finish the job!" the leader of the GenoHaradan called. Releasing Lorman, ignoring the gasping of air, Aeon activated his lightsaber.

"Let him go," Aeon said. "He'll have nowhere to go."

The fight of blaster fire and lightsaber commenced immediately, purple and yellow lights illuminated the slaughter of the GenoHaradan and the Mandalorians. Using the strength of Djem So, Aeon leapt over a Mandalorian and slashed alongside her back. Vaylin enjoyed herself immensely, sensing the hopelessness and dread of a fallen GenoHaradan, his hands waving in protest, before she spiked her saber through his helmet. Force lightning fired from the Sith Empress, burning the insides of another Mandalorian.

Lorman backed away in fright of the Eternal Emperor, Aeon's dark glare piercing as he stalked towards his prey. "Stay back!" The unnatural power of the Force immobilized the Imperial Officer, Acina was enjoying putting this worm in his place.

"You are the Emperor. Would you like to execute the traitor or should I?" Acina asked.

"I've got a better idea," Vaylin interrupted. "Slap a shock collar on him. Let others see what happens when they oppose the Eternal Throne."

"Not a bad idea," a woman's voice called out. Lorman's neck snapped in a sickening angle and dropped to the floor. "But seeing a dead body really sets the fear in everyone." A powerful presence in the Force grew stronger and more potent, and it was getting closer. Besides the mysterious woman was an golden armored figure.

"Mandalore the Vindicated," Acina said, drawing her saberstaff to her person.

"I've got to thank you," the Mandalore began. "If you hadn't slain Mandalore the Ultimate, the Mandalorians wouldn't have had a fun time killing those Jedi."

The Emperor of Zakuul glared at the woman, her mask hiding her identity. "Where did you get that mask?"

"From Mandalore the Ultimate, when I pried it off his dead body," the woman bluntly said. "And from then I had the respect of the Mandalorians, which is not an easy thing to get."

His hand reached for his lightsaber. "You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into."

The woman smirked underneath her mask. "Clearly you have no respect for your superiors." The amethyst lightsaber blade shone against her mask. "I belong to neither the light or the dark. I've fought Mandalores and armies of the Dark side!" Flourishing her lightsaber with expert grace and power, she angled it towards the Emperor. "I am Darth Revan! And like your father, I will take back what was mine!"

The yellow light of his saber shone against Aeon's eyes, narrowing it at the supposed Revan. "I know of your legends, you died at the Foundry."

"I also died on Yavin 4, yet here I stand now." Darth Revan said.

"What do you gain from this?" Aeon asked, directing his question towards the Mandalore.

"A fight." The Mandalore's answer was simple.

"Do you believe you can take all three of us?" inquired Aeon, a prideful smirk on his lips.

"Just one of you will suffice," Revan said.

A/N: Hope you guys enjoy this chapter!

... Bet you guys are THRILLED to see this get updated... -_- and all the reviews of 'Update, update, update' are at least done, for now.

Anyway, so I figured after a LOOONG wait, a nice big twist and surprise was the least I could do.

Harem-

Vaylin, Senya Tirall, Satele Shan, Lana Beniko, Jaesa Willsaam, Vette, Ashara Zavros, Shae Vizla, Nadia Grell, Kira Carsen, Fem Revan, Sana-Rae, Salana Rok, Celeste Mourne, Leontyne Saresh, Ceta Farr, Darth Atroxa, Darth Minax, Vanat, Tersu, Surro, Darth/Empress Acina, Tari Darkspinner, Thana Vesh

Power scale-

Solar System to Solar System+:

Naga Sadow (with Sith Corsaid and Sith relics through Dark Side Magic)

Star to Star+ level:

Father

Abeloth

Planet to Planet+:

Son (Large Planet)

Daughter (Large Planet)

Valkorion (Small Planet; after absorbing Ziost, his power have likely doubled, placing him within this range due to the energy he absorbed on Nathema)

Darth Nihilus (potentially; can siphon an entire planet's Force energy but constant hunger can dwell on that power)

Arcann (Small Planet as Emperor of Zakuul after 5 years; Valkorion, after the events of Rise of the Emperor, said that both he and the Hero of Tython/Outlander would need to team up to defeat both Arcann and Vaylin)

Moon to Moon+:

Vitiate, Emperor of the Sith (through the Ritual of Nathema he absorbed this level of energy in the process of sub-atomically ripping apart all forms of life and culling it of the Force, thus making him immortal and making said energy his own. Also noted by Revan that he doesn't need this ritual to perform this feat, which Vitiate demonstrated when he drained the entire population of Ziost on his own)

Hero of Tython/Outlander (Managed to outmatch the Emperor, even saying that the Hero of Tython "harnessed immense power" after defeating him, which could place the Outlander at the peak Moon level)

Arcann (Managed to to fight evenly and briefly overpower the Outlander during their duel)

Vaylin (Various statements from Lana Beniko, Arcann and Valkorion support that her potential in the Force is massive, even within her family but due to the constraints placed on her power by Valkorion, little as been seen of her full potential)

Thexan (Should be a peer and equal to Arcann)

Aeon

Revan (At his prime)

Multi-Continent to Multi-Continent+:

Revan

Exar Kun (Absorbed the entire Massassi Population, proved weaker than, but comparable to, the Jedi's Wall of Light in a clash of energies, was considered the darkest energy Luke Skywalker had felt after Darth Sidious)

Continent to Continent+:

Darth Marr

Satele Shan

Darth Nox

Naga Sadow (Per his Sith Spirit and talisman being required to summon the Ancient Threat on Yavin IV alongside the spirits of Marka Ragnos, Tulak Hord and Exar Kun and their own respective talisman)

Marka Ragnos

Exar Kun (Comparable to Ulic Qel-Droma; stronger than any Jedi of his day, which would include the likes of Nomi Sunrider and Thon)

Tulak Hord

Freedon Nadd

Senya Tirall

Country to Country+:

Darth Malgus