Star Wars: The Emperor's Heir

Fall of the Council, Rise of the Emperor

Valen marched into the Council chambers, saber drawn. Marr and the other council members stared him down, their own weapons in hand. "Stand down, boy." Marr commanded. "You are no match for all of us, call off your armies and we may show mercy." Valen removed his mask and tossed it aside, revealing marks of the Emperor: bright orange eyes, black lines marking his temple, and yellowed teeth.
"The Emperor is in me, his power, his intellect. I am his heir, and I will take what is rightfully mine!" He ignited his saber and snarled, swinging his weapon back so the blade was behind him. The Darths nodded to each other, then charged.

Darth Thanaton came first. The two clashed blades over and over again, until Valen grabbed his neck and broke it. Then came Baras. Valen stole Thanaton's saber and attacked him with a flurry of strikes, which the old, obese Sith couldn't beat. Finally, the legendary ancient Sith, Darth Marr.

They clashed blades, both of Valen's versus Marr's one. Marr swung high, and Valen dodged and struck low. Over and over again their blades clashed, neither able to get the upperhand. Marr may be old, but the Dark Side fueled him so he fought like a young Darth. Eventually, Valen caught a winning blow, and struck him in the shoulder, cutting out a chunk. Marr winced and growled, then doubled his assault, slashing wildly. He did not want to be bested by a young lord. Valen was then caught across the chest, knocking the wind out of him. He fell to his knees, gasping for breath. He groaned and tossed his lightsaber, which slid between Marr's legs. "You...win...Marr." he gasped. Marr looked at him and shook his head. "You are not worth killing." Valen snapped his head up towards the Darth, his teeth bared, and a wild look in his eyes. "Then DIE!" he roared, and activated his lightsaber and threw it towards himself. Marr tried to dodge, but was too late. The saber drove through his back, the red beam protruding from his solar plexus. Marr groaned and growled, falling to his knees. Valen chuckled and pulled himself to his feet, staring down the Darth, the two locked in a death glare. Valen sneered and used the Force to tear the blade out, took Marr's blade, and rested the blades at his neck. "Any last words, Darth Marr?" He taunted. Marr looked up at the Prince and growled. "Long live the Emperor Vitiate, and down with the false emperor." He hissed. Valen scowled and slashed at his neck with the blades, decapitating Marr.

Emperor Valen marched over to the banister and looked out at his victorious army. At last, he won. The prophecy fulfilled, his birthright claimed. He looked out at his army, raised up Marr's head and roared. "Victory! We have victory!"

Later that evening. Emperor Vitiate came to Valen in his chambers. He sat beside him and smiled faintly.
"Well done, my child. You have claimed what is rightfully yours. It will take time, but the Sith will eventually know your right as Emperor, and let you rule without contest." Valen nodded.
"Where will you go, father?" Vitiate whispered.
"I have a world, far in the Wild Space to rule. But one day I will return." Valen stood.
"Father, I still have one last mission, one last kill." Vitiate nodded.
"And who may that be?"

"Rankin."