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Several hundred thousand kilometers away from the death star, a dark blue wormhole opened. Seconds later, a platoon of Star Destroyers, all painted in black and crimson camouflage, jumped out of hyperspace.
The one at the head of the fleet had monstrous spikes all over it, signifying the custom Star Destroyer of Darth Cadaveras.
On the bridge...
“Captain Tileek,” said the fearfully deep voice of the monstrous Sith lord.
“Yes mi lord?” Just a normal human, he was intimidated greatly by his commanding Darth.
“Inform the Darth Star we are preparing to dock for repairs and await further instruction; and make haste.”
“Yes sir!” Tileek hurried off, knowing full well what would happen if he were to half ass.
Cadaveras pondered how easy a victory this would be. With them combined powers of Surtur, Destruction, and himself, they would be able to hold their own, but the seemingly infinite powers of Mor and Lecronusa, once his padowon, would make their victory all the more crushing. ' The Republic and the Jedi have not a chance against us. These times of peace has surely made them soft. Not to mention, their putrid light powers cannot match up to the dark side. '
Last edited by *Censored*; 06-19-2005 at 05:33 PM.
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