Gate: The New Empire

Prologue: The Rise of a New Empire

In the aftermath of the Rebel Alliance's defeat, the Galactic Empire stands as a colossus over the galaxy, a relentless force that has crushed dissent and eradicated hope. The tyrannical rule of Emperor Palpatine has solidified, with his loyal enforcer, Darth Vader, casting a long shadow across star systems. No longer merely a regime of fear, the Empire has adapted, enhancing its military prowess and technological advancements. Imperial fleets patrol the skies, and citizens live in a fragile peace, terrified to whisper of rebellion lest they draw the attention of the Inquisitors.

On the streets of Coruscant, citizens go about their daily lives, their eyes drawn to the swirling light of a massive Gate like structure appearing at the capital. Initially, a sense of wonder sweeps through the crowds; many believe it to be the beginning of a grand spectacle orchestrated by the Empire. The city's denizens, tired of the monotony under Imperial rule, chatter excitedly, speculating on what this new event could entail.

Civilian 1: "Look at that! It must be some sort of festival! The Empire has finally decided to treat us!"

Civilian 2: "I heard whispers of a new alliance being formed. Perhaps this is part of it!"

But as a knight in horses uprimitive armors, orks, and even wyverine begin to pour out through the gate, clad in bronze and iron, their excitement turns to confusion. What they once thought was a celebration morphs into dread as the reality of the situation unfolds before them. The Saderan soldiers advance with grim determination, their eyes locked on the city, unaware of the terror they are about to unleash.

The Sadera Empire has arrived, armed not with blasters or starships, but with swords, shields, and a belief in their divine right to conquer. As they march forward, the Saderan captain steps to the forefront, his voice booming with a mixture of pride and menace.

Saderan Captain: "To all barbarians, submit to the emperor will and surrender! We will purge it of the weak and establish our dominion! Let all who oppose us fall!"

With that declaration, the Saderan troops unleash their fury. The chaos begins as they sweep through the streets, mercilessly slaughtering civilians who dare to resist. The once-bustling markets become scenes of horror, with bodies lying in the streets and screams echoing off the walls of the towering buildings. The bronze-clad soldiers cut down everything in their path, believing it to be their divine mandate to subjugate this strange world. Even as terrified citizens flee in every direction, the Saderans show no mercy.

As the saderan army breach deeper into the empire city, the wonders among their ranks broke up by how these mere barbarians build their city looming over the heavens.

Saderan Soldier 1: "Woah, thry must have master builder to make this buildings....they are shiny...are they perhaps made out of golds?"

Saderan soldier 2: "And look at those floating wagon....they do have powerfull magick indeed...but we haven't met any of their army"

Saderan captain:"As soon as the city fall...we will take them back as trophy of our conquest, they probably have no army at this point"

Before the saderan captain can give futher comment of this newfound wonder, he heard of thrilling sirens sound. A lone tie fighters diving and unleashing its devastating weaponry, wiping all of the saderan troops nearby.

Amidst the bloodshed, the Empire responds with fury. The streets of Coruscant erupt into chaos as stormtroopers, the elite soldiers of the Galactic Empire, charge into the fray. Their white armor gleams beneath the sunlight as they form up, ready to retake their capital from these savage invaders.

Stormtrooper Sergeant: "Show no mercy! They butchered our people—make them pay!"

The roar of blaster fire fills the air as the stormtroopers open up with a relentless barrage. Bright red bolts scorch through the air, cutting down Saderan soldiers in rapid succession. The invaders, armed with swords and shields, are helpless against the Imperial onslaught. Their bronze armor offers no protection against the blaster bolts that pierce through with devastating force.

The stormtroopers advance with cold precision, driven by the rage of seeing their own citizens slaughtered in their streets. An imperial officer saw the savages charging with its cavalry, thinking needs suport, he moves forward with his storm troopers. As they press forward, the Imperial officer hurries to the front line, ducking down behind cover as he pulls out a holo comunicator. With fury between his eyes, he saw the ruined city by their flying overgrown lizard that spit fire, he thought orbital bombardment wont matter anymore.

Imperial Officer: "Command, this is Delta Company. Requesting immediate orbital bombardment on enemy positions. Coordinates locked."

 A figure lit up and answering the holo comms as the Star Destroyer looms into view above Coruscant's skyline, its immense silhouette casting a shadow over the battlefield. The ship's turbolaser batteries setting it at its weakest output pivot and align with deadly precision.

Imperial Officer: "Orbital strike confirmed. All units, clear the designated zone!"

Moments later, green beams of energy streak from the heavens, hammering the Saderan forces. The ground shakes with each impact, sending shockwaves that killing soldiers flying and knocking orks off their feet. Whole sections of the street are torn asunder as the bombardment reduces the army and advancing cavalry to smoldering craters.

Saderan Cavalryman: "The sky burns! The earth shatters! The gods themselves fight against us!"

Horses rear in panic, riders thrown to the ground as fire rains down upon them. The Saderans' initial confidence gives way to utter despair as the Empire's technological might obliterates their formations.

As the dust settles, a dark figure emerges from the smoke, his presence commanding the battlefield. Darth Vader strides forward, igniting his crimson lightsaber, its blood-red glow cutting through the haze like a beacon of death. With each step, his mechanical breathing resonates, sending chills down the spines of all who hear it.

The Saderan soldiers stare in awe and terror at the black knight wielding what appears to be a flaming sword. Their captain, trying to muster courage, points his sword at Vader.

Saderan Captain: "Face me, fiend! You think you can intimidate us with your foul sorcery?"

But before he can utter another word, he feels his throat constricting, as if an invisible hand is squeezing the life from him. Vader extends his gloved hand, and the captain is lifted into the air, choking and gasping. With a flick of his wrist, the Sith Lord sends the man flying backward into his own ranks, his body landing in a crumpled heap.

Darth Vader: "You are but insects beneath the heel of the Empire."

Vader continues his advance, using the Force to crush the armor of those who dare approach. Saderan soldiers stumble back in horror as their comrades are flung aside like ragdolls or collapse, clutching at their throats as they struggle to breathe. The black knight seems unstoppable, a demon walking among mortals.

Saderan Soldier: "What manner of magic is this? He doesn't even touch us!"

Another Soldier: "It's as if the gods themselves fight against us! Retreat! There is no glory in dying here!"

Panic ripples through the ranks of the Saderan troops. Some attempt to rally, but with each strike of Vader's lightsaber and each crushing wave of the Force, their will to fight crumbles. Their swords are shattered, their shields splintered, and their once-proud formations reduced to chaos.

Above the battlefield, the Star Destroyers continue their bombardment, and the cries of terror among the Saderan cavalry reach a fever pitch. The warhorses rear and scream, throwing their riders as turbolaser blasts rain down, obliterating entire squadrons. The cavalry, expecting to meet enemy soldiers in honorable combat, instead face the wrath of technology and powers they cannot comprehend.

As Darth Vader cuts a path through the remaining Saderan forces, his voice echoes over the battlefield, a deep rumble of contempt.

Darth Vader: "You came here seeking conquest and found only your deaths."

Around him, stormtroopers press the attack, driven by righteous fury. The invaders are no match for the might of the Empire, and the scattered remnants of the Saderan Empire lie broken and defeated.

To be continued.

AN: what do you guys think? This is my first ever writing story, fell free to give feedback since I need it to help me improve.