Sith lord of Akkad

Holy war

Plans had been made;  divisions and army personnel gathered from every part of my alliance and a great host was gathering for war. Within a weeks time, the vast troops that I had, from every part of my alliance, would come for the holy war.

''Come on! Move!'' shouted a commander as he told his men to haul the weapons. ''Use your backs and your legs, you sorry weasels! Don't you know we're at war!?''

The crash site of my once mighty warship was ruined and dark, twisted, mutated vegetation grew around it but the weapons inside were still functioning. At least, I thought so. The ones I desired were missiles and luckily, the Morning-Star had dozens of them that could be used. My troops gathered and hauled them out for use in my war. The time to get revenge was near.

I stood and watched as the missiles were taken out and ready to be transported. I turned back to look at my general and asked, ''How do the beasts fare?''

''They will be ready soon, my liege.'' He answered me.

''Good. The sooner the better.'' I simply said. Beasts enhanced to unnatural strength by sith alchemy would be most useful in the war. I then asked, ''Have the other tribes assembled?''

''They have, my liege.''

I made no response. I simply gave a hand gesture and my chariot transported to the meeting place.

(meeting of the tribes)

The tribes of the steppe nomads, the mountains and those that remained of Akkad had all gathered for a meeting. I arrived with my war chariot and it stopped in front of the mountain gate. I got off and walked towards it, ignoring the people who stared at me in wonder and bewilderment.

A most strange feeling. Back in my home universe, I always heard tales and stories of ancient figures;  great men and women who were myth and legend and much more. Now, I was just like that to these people.

Entering inside, whispers began to grow as I made my way to the centre. A great many people had gathered and in the middle were their leaders. One of them, stood in a somewhat hunched position and looked at me.

''Are you him?'' He asked me. I did not answer his question.

''Look at us.'' I simply said. ''Look at you all. Once, we were the centre of the universe, ruling a great kingdom that knew no equal, unrivalled by all. Now, we are not even a shadow of our former glory.''

One of them didn't take kindly to my condescending tone. ''Have care how you speak.'' He told me. ''You do not know the way-''

''Way?'' I repeated. ''I point the way!'' I shouted and shocked many and some stood up with their blades drawn. ''You think you intimidate me with your blades? There is none in this room who can stand against me!''

Now, everyone stood up with blades drawn, ready to attack and kill. But they were nervous.

I spoke loudly in Akkadian, ''Your ancestors told you of my coming;  of the day Akkad will once again rise and rule the four quarters of the universe. You have been praying of this moment for your lives but now, you cower behind your cloaks and hold your blades in shaky hands.'' I then looked at one of the fighters who was influential in his tribe.

''You're afraid.'' I told him. ''What if I am the one? You pray now to your mother for aid and guidance. She died not too long ago, in defending your homes from an orc raid. You had an older sibling but she died in infancy, didn't she? Her name was Maacah.''

Stunned silence. The man could not believe it. ''Do you believe?'' I asked him and he replied, ''Sarru-ken!'' and knelt down. The people near him also did the same.