Flesh Of The Darkness

Chapter I: Upbringings

A LONG TIME AGO IN A GALAXY, FAR, FAR AWAY. . . 

             STAR WARS: FLESH OF THE DARKNESS

IT IS THE DARK TIMES. DARTH VADER IS RISING IN POWER, AND THE REPUBLIC HAS FALLEN. THE YEAR IS 19 BBY. EMPEROR PALPETINE AND VADER ARE SLOWLY TAKING OVER THE GALAXY, JEDI ARE CONTINOUSLEY BEING MURERED, AND ANY HOPE OF PEACE IN THE GALAXY HAS BEEN LOST.

Darth Dammen is an ally of the dark side. He is the puppet master to Sidious and Vader. They are meerely the flesh of all the darkness, they barely scratch the surface. Dammen stays behind the front lines. He controls everything from his flag ship, Terminator. He takes care of what he needs done, if you want something done right, you do it yourself.

Dammen sits in his throne room, angered. "Summon Sidious." he commands the Imperial Armor Guard. Without hesitation, the guard leaves the room and goes to the deck.

"Lord Dammen summons you." The guard says the the hologram, already speaking with a commanding officer. Sidious nodds his head. The hollogram dissapears, and the guard starts off toward Dammen's throne room, and stands at the door. He sees sidious walking down the hallway, and stands at attention. "My lord." The guard says, and Sidious walks right past him, into the room.

Sidious kneals at the foot of Dammen's throne. "My Lord." he takes his hood down. "Darth Sidious. You have dissapointed me." He sits in silence for a moment. "You had one task, kill Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi. One task!" He yells angrily, and slams his fist against the arm of his throne. "And now, he is still alive, and if he does not die by thehand of the dark side, he will not die at all."

"My lord-" Sidious spits out. "No!" Dammen yells and force grips Sidious. "Fix this." He says, as he lifts Sidious high above the ground. He drops him. "Yes, my Lord." Sidious sputters, he kneals, and walks toward the door.