The Clone Wars, a devastating galactic conflict that shaped the galaxy and it's inhabitants. However, what if circumstances changed the course of destiny itself? What if the Clone Wars ended in unification instead of division?
As the troopers marched in tight boxes, Imperial tanks and walkers followed them. Cheering crowds were gathered on either side of the street, as they applauded their glorious Imperial Army.
A hologram of Sith Lord Skere Kaan looked out over the scene in front of him.
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He smiled.
After about half an hour of parading, the Army halted in front of the Citadel. Every soldier in the each file turned to face their Emperor in perfect unison, their boots echoing down the street as they stomped them onto the pavement. The thunderous sound echoed down the street in both directions.
All of the clapping and cheering from the crowds ceased. That's when everyone else turned their attention to Kaan, who's hologram projected his image from the throne room balcony high above the city.
He placed both hands on the stone balcony, before he spoke into the com device, which amplified his voice across both the city, and the rest of Imperial Territory.
"My people... Sons and Daughters of the Empire... For many years, we have been a broken nation: shunned, oppressed, and conquered by those we sought to escape. Ten years ago, I asked for time, and that time was granted by you". Skere Kaan said.
His soldiers and people continued to look up at him in utter silence, hanging on his every word.
The Emperor held a fist in the air. The power symbol.
"The strength in my arm, the holders of my dreams... "
He continued, spreading his arms out to his people, giving them praise.
"Many years ago, our forefathers embarked on the greatest exodus in the history of all galactic history. An exodus for freedom. This planet became that freedom".
As he spoke, people thought about how the people were flown away on every ship that they could find, escaping their doomed Civilization and settling a new one.
"Our new world changed us,"Kaan said. People thought back to the history of when they first settled here. People had to fight at a young age just to survive. But even then, most people didn't last past their thirties.
"At first, it weakened us, but in fact, we were growing... stronger," he continued, alluding to the people's conquest of the planet's vicious wildlife. "In the time you have given me, I have rebuilt our nation, I have rebuilt our strength, and I have rebuilt our pride!"
Elsewhere, thousands of Imperial Sith troopers marched through the streets, carrying their Imperial weaponry, with dozens of Imperial tanks and armored viechles moving down the roads. Imperial Star-fighters flew across the sky, escorting gunships. Imperial Star-Destroyers, painted with a dark shade of gray with the Sith Imperial insignia painted on the flanks, hovered above the cities and made for orbit.
"Our enemies at home have been re-educated; have given them new insights into our cause," he said, just as loyal supporters of the previous regime across the planet were being executed by Sith Troopers in front of their own homes.
"On this day, we stand united once more," Kaan continued, as Star-Destroyers exited the Unknown Regions and went South-east towards Republic territory in the Northeast quadrants of the galaxy.
"On this day, those driven to divide us will hear our voice! On this day, we shall act as one, and we shall be ignored NO MORE!" Kaan declared.
Republic and Imperial warships hammered away at each other. But the Imperial ships were upgraded after hundreds of years of innovations to the fleet. Their weapons were more lethal because of it. Despite their valiant efforts, Republic warships lost their shields, their armor being torn apart from the power of the Sith weaponry. Sith warships attacked Far Outer Rim and continued to besiege the isolated Republic worlds in the northeast, including Korriban, in order to secure the flanks of Kaan's New Sith Empire.
Sith Troopers and Sith Acolytes and warriors, their armor painted gray and their visors glowing red, rushed out of their gunships to subjugate cities, which were in rebellion after their initial conquests, and began killing anyone who so much as shook a stick at them.
Resistance fighters were put down.
Random civilians were rounded up and executed publicly
The few Republic troopers and brave Jedi Knights that remained tried desperately to resist the invaders.
As planets burned, cities were raised, and warships were turned into floating debris fields in space, the Sith Empire advanced, cutting a swath across the galaxy, and not stopping until they've gained their 'place in the universe' or died trying.
"Defenders of the Sith Empire," Kaan continued. "...NOW IS OUR TIME!"
The people down in the streets raised their fists in the air. The soldiers began to enthusiastically wave the banner of the Sith Empire, their heads held up with pride. Pride that they've never felt before. And yet, that pride was unmistakably that of the Sith Empire.
Everyone down below, civilian and soldier, master or slave, officers and noblemen, man or woman, began to cheer.
They then started to chant the Emperor's glorious name.
"SKEREKHAN! SKEREKHAN! SKEREKHAN! SKEREKHAN!"
Khan smiled. His people have finally cut away the disease of defeatism that has rendered them terminally ill for too long.
After admiring the scene before him for a few more moments, Skere Khan turned from the podium and walked away.
His people continued to chant his name.
It was time for the people of the Sith Empire to carve their name into the blood stained brick wall of history.
And the chisel, with which they would carve it, was their new ruler: Self-proclaimed Sith Emperor Kaan.
