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"The path to Sithood is not one of clarity. To be a true Sith Lord, however... nothing will be beyond your elucidation."

Prologue
Scanning the agriworld's lush yellow surface, the Sith Lord found himself surrounded on all sides by danger. The old Sith garrison world of Thule now found itself infested with a legion of invaders, adorning strange armor and weapons that no one, not even the great swordsman and galactic loremaster Darth Waglington could even attempt to try and identify. Identification, however, proved to be low priority for the perilous Sith Empire.

The Eternal Throne struck without mercy and without warning. From all sides, the already struggling Sith Empire was boxed in by the invading Zakuul, and ill-protected garrison worlds seemed to be their most favorite prey. Now, the Eternal Throne set its sights to the small world of Thule, where millions of Sith had been groomed and prepped for war. None of them, however, could prepare for to defend from such an unstoppable force of destruction. What remained of the Grand Imperial Order was dispatched to defend Thule, but attacking them so overtly had proven to be a suicide tactic.

''Slash! ''To his left, another brother of the Order fell, gutted by the blue blade of a Zakuul Knight. Waglington recognized him as Elvenar, a particularly willful elder member of the Order. The Zakuul began to close in on the tightening circle of the Remnants, Lords falling constantly only moments apart. He heard a familiar voice to his side. "I'll be damned if I piss off into space before killing at least a thousand of you bughuggers!" Darth Jagger exclaimed as his eyes began to pulse a volatile magenta energy. Harnessing and amplifying his primal rage, Jagger crackled with raw Dark Side power and began to conjure an all-consuming Force Storm.

Purple lightning crashed down into the sky, illuminating the entire vally and instantly frying dozens of incoming Zakuul Knights. A great hurricane force wind manifested from the growing concentration of primal energy, blowing many of the nearby Knights into the side of the mountain with astonishing force and ripping apart others. A great many of the invaders had been vanquished, but even more Sith had fallen comparatively, and now only two valiant survivors stood against the ever growing Zakuul horde.

Now overcome with rage, Waglington drew a second lightsaber identical to his other, sporting a blade as black as the void emanating a ghostly light purple. Back in his element once again, the Sith Lord wielded both sabers with overwhelming consummate grace: the unmistakable image of a true Sith Marauder. Waglington lept into the steadfast horde of Knights and set about obliterating as many as he could before whathe believed to be his inevitable fall. And it truly was a sight to behold - almost instantly as he smashed into the ground, several Knights were ripped apart from the shock wave of dark power. As a pair of Knights rushed to their doomed comrades' aid, they too were sliced to bits by the Marauder's twin lightabers.

The two Sith, possibly the greatest duo of their Order, now stood on the edge of defeat even at the height of their power. Jagger was the first to begin to wane, narrowly avoiding dozens of mortal wounds and suffering multiple minor lacerations. Then, a Zakuul Knight seized Waglington, taking advantage of his small size and tossing him several feet away and smashing one of his lightsabers into disrepair with his massive feet. Waglington, try as he might, could not rise back to his feet, and Jagger was on his knees. Everything began to go dark.

Then, the Dark Side embraced them.