The Rebel Faction

A Dark Lord stands silent upon the highest tower of Bast Castle. His arms stretched above him, lightning lancing from his fingertips into the newly formed Force Storms surrounding the planet. A roar is issued from his lungs, nearly splitting the fabric of time and space itself.

His rage, built from the whining and indecisive nature of his fellow Sith, had finally over-taken him. He had finally cracked through the mental wall and reached a new plateau of power. Finally he had broken through to a level he thought unattainable in his lifetime.

The vast power and magnitude of the storms raging around him suprised even the Dark Lord himself. Finally he had reached a level worthy of the Sith of old. Now, as then, he had become far more than a man. He had developed far beyond being a Sith Lord. He was a God. In every sense of the word.

In the ancient times the Dark Lord was the center of the Sith religion. Their God, their King. As it was then, so would it be again. He would no longer ask them to serve along side him. He would now command them to serve his will, his cause, his goals. He would show them the true power of the Force, weather they joined him or not.

Soon it would be evident, a new God had awakened. His name was Maim and his wrath was to be feared.