The time of the republic

Chapter One

A galaxy spread out around him. A Koros-Strohna was the Yuuzhan Vongs equivalent of a starship. A bioengineered home for his Domain. Weapons grew out of it, air created by it. Life breathed into every inch of the living ship. And now, it was his galaxy. He had earned it, hurt for it. Pain had bought this galaxy and pain would give him his next victory. Pain would conquer. Pain led to thoughts. Dark thoughts swirled inside of his galaxy, burning his mind as the space, if one could call it that, burned his galaxy around him. Breathing in, breathing out. The Supreme Overlord reached into his galaxy with his mind. Feeling all of it, he probed through each area. Scanners, weapons, life support, and communications. A movement pulled him back into his mind. Behind him, in the shadows, a bone white mask stared towards him. The reason for the Yuuzhan Vong's expedition.
"Sith'ari."
Almost a curse, the word had barely passed his lips before the dark creature moved forward. A tense atmosphere filling the air between them. The Yuuzhan gods did not agree with this Sith'ari's Force. A power they no longer could wield. A power that had been ripped from them. Without explanation, this Sith'ari had arrived. Sith'ari came with no technology. It came dripping in pain. Every breath seemed to hurt, every twitch aching. Sith'ari spoke with fire burning its throat. The words stirred the Supreme Overlord. Sith'ari invited them to conquer. To bring pain to a new galaxy. To instruct their weak in a new way. Sith'ari claimed it was their destiny. Their future. Their time.
"How far?" He spoke softly, his voice commanding the silence that made him truly heard. None would dare to speak over him.
"We are almost there Supreme Overlord. Another days journey at the most."
The Supreme Overlord nodded and waved his hand. A squad stepped forward and grabbed the Sith'ari by the arms. The protests barely reached the Overlords ears. They slowly quieted as the Sith'ari reached into his Force. The Overlord chuckled as a wave hit him and passed around him unaffected. The Sith'ari knew this would do nothing but still tried. The Overlord felt no fear of him. A weakness, a distraction. He slipped his mind back into the galaxy. Footsteps carrying a prone figure. A room with a door leading out of the galaxy. A door leading to a different galaxy. A kinder galaxy. The Sith'ari stood in this room as his escort left. The Overlord could not see its face but could feel the outline. Strange. It felt as though a smile creased under that mask. The Overlord pushed with a thought and the Sith'ari was launched out of his galaxy. A burning fire enveloped its mask. In but a moment, Sith'ari was a distant memory for the Overlord. The same fire that decimated that memory still smacked along the Overlords ship.
He felt each burn, each scorch, each blackened edge. He smiled, welcomed the pain and it was good.

Sith'ari stood. The eyes tracking a massive galaxy. A deep breath escaped their lips. The ship that had followed these galaxies closely pulled them in from the fire and sheltered them now. With a finger twitch, a woman stepped out of the shadows responding to her Masters summons. The Apprentice knelt and waited. Her Masters plan had been burned into her mind daily. She had studied each step, each faucet, each angle, and used every asset at her disposal to ensure that nothing could go wrong. She stood and held a short cylinder out to the imposing figure. Cold fingers closed around the weapon and lifted it from her grasp. With a flick of a button, green fire burned through the air. Anger swirled through the Force, followed closely by hate, fear, the dark side. The green flickered, splashes of red flying across the walls. Slowly the blade darkened. Red flashes last longer and longer until finally with a last spurt the blade solidified into a solid slab of molten heat. Bone white eyes glowed red now. With a flourish, the blade spun behind the Sith'ari and retracted back into the hilt.

He woke up covered in sand. Chron sat up brushing sand out of his hair and off his robes. He  did not seem to remember going to sleep in the sand. A pain shot through his head. Rubbing where it stung, Chron lowered his hand to find drops of blood on his glove. Pulling out his comlink, Chron spoke softly into it.