Eternal Father
Spiraling bands of blue light struck the aft hull, rupturing with strands of icy electricity that fanned out with a blooming flower in all directions. The angular shadow of a Sith Star Destroyer crossed the spasming metal as rods of metal wider than a person embedded into the already weakened metal, finding deep purchase as the metal chains attached to their base snapped tautly and began to reel the ship in. Above was the gargantuan silhouette of a Star Destroyer beyond feasibility, the wide gulf of its hull stretching out for miles amidst the blackness of space. Gun turrets and missile silos studded its mountainous hull, all of them pivoting along the snagged vessel’s trajectory as it was pulled into the impossibly large ventral hangar.
Weapon systems rendered impotent, the trapped ship could do little to wrestle itself free as it drifted into the interior bay of the Star Destroyer. Already, hundreds of black-clad soldiers were assembled in neat formation across the smooth flight deck, while racks of starfighters, dropships, and even larger vessels stretched out for leagues behind them. The wounded vessel was dragged over to a largely empty stretch of the deck and lowered down gently, teams of Sith soldiers rushing forward to breach and overtake the ship. White-hot cutters wove large gaps into the carbon-scored hull, puffs of explosions following the detonations of explosive charges which scattered the twisted metal aside.
Laser fire lanced out immediately, the religious fanatics stowed within fiercely protective of their most worshipped of relics.
The prize of the Sith Emperor.
The Imperial soldiers fought back, sustaining some losses while managing to make headway inside. There were far too many Imperials, far too few fanatics. Over the course of an hour, the fight raged on, fought corridor to corridor, room to room, the dead and dying remaining where they fell as the air was punctuated by the screams and roar of battle. Behind the Imperial troops stalked their dark master, the shadowy aura which cloaked his body writhing hungrily on the death and desecration. He said nothing, gave no commands, for those which fought in his name needed no encouragement or direction.
It was built into their blood.
When the final fanatic was cut down by a barrage of laser-fire, that was when the Emperor swept into the main convocation chamber. Various relics of middling interest were strewn about, most destroyed by the firefight which had just occurred, but the greatest was left untouched. It stood at the far end, propped up on a seat of metal and stone and illuminated by tallow candles arranged in ritualistic patterns around it. The skeleton, caked in a noticeable layer of Beskar alloy, had been preserved in a kingly manner with a baton of authority in one hand and an ornamental globe in the other. With great care, the Emperor extended his hand and wrenched the skeleton from where it had been deposited.
Replete with his prize, the captured ship was jettisoned back into the emptiness of space and raked with turbolaser fire until nothing remained.
The shuttle descended through the frigid midnight air, contrails of wispy white exhaust trailing behind it as it settled onto the outstretched landing pad at the side of the mountain. Above was a towering edifice of black steel and pale yellow light, a gargantuan fortress that subsumed the surrounding mountain peak.
Faint silhouettes, the profiles of fighter craft, could be seen passing over the light of the nearby moon before fading away into the darkness which consumed everything else.
Out from beneath the shuttle's hold emerged the Emperor of the Sith, his form draped in the finery of the Dark Side, along with his crimson-cloaked guards and their prize; the Beskar-smeared bones of the man simply known as Ordo. They were arranged on a medical repulsorpod, operated by two cloaked individuals of indeterminate species and gender.
Together, they passed beyond the threshold of the castle's entrance.
Far below the surface of the planet was a network of labyrinthine corridors and chambers which stretched for untold miles in the freezing dark, many of them cavernous warehouses filled with unknowable material. The smallest of these chambers were relegated to serve the Emperor's morbid fascination with the afterlife and were lined with cloning vats, state-of-the-art medical equipment, and other grisly apparatus which served to feed his capricious curiosity. It was here where the Emperor had brought
Ra Vizsla
back from the dead to serve as the catalyst for the Sith's revenge against the Mandalorian people.
And it was where Ordo's bones were deposited now.
Rearranged in their proper configuration, the Emperor's scientists and homunculi worked tirelessly to prepare the bones for their intended purpose. Unable or unwilling to remove the Beskar coating, the scientists continued on as they prepared a great number of machines to reconstitute the fallen warrior's flesh. Over the course of many hours, Ordo was meticulously reconstructed with bio-organic muscle, organs, and skin, each layer being constructed one at a time over the Beskar bones. When all was said and done, the naked body of Ordo laid solemn and still on the slab.
And then the Emperor outstretched his will, and breathed into the body life anew...
Ordo