Jonyna's Other Baby Daddy

Another world was consumed.
It could be seen from orbit, a wave of decay and rot spreading across the continents at a frightening pace. The oceans lost their sapphire luster, turning brown and stale as the creatures within died by the thousands. Trees blew in the sways of a fetid wind, withering away into dead husks as everything that was green and good was shorn from the world. As the haze of decay settled over the planet, there was nary a sound to herald its coming save for the howling of the wind as it swept through empty cities and barren prairies.
The multitude of ships anchored in orbit bore witness to the desecration, their crews varying from cold indifference to rapt veneration of the atrocities their eyes had so clearly beheld. Individuals stumbled over their own words in their feverish haste to preach sermons of abrogation with wild eyes and frenzied gestures. They cheered and screamed as a lone shuttle rose up from the dead world's surface and docked with the lead flagship, the Eternal Rule.
Marching out from the shuttle was the object of the crew's immense adoration and devotion, a titanic being dressed in dark finery that walked with authoritative purpose. He was flanked by dark-clad creatures, stalking monsters that shadowed his every step and permitted none to come near their Lord and Master.
Rising up through the ship's decks, Darth Carnifex emerged onto an observation platform located near the prow of the Eternal Rule. Waiting for him was a single individual, a Togruta red of skin and voluptuous of shape. She was dressed in the vestments of an officer, the symbol of the Sith Eternal at the center of a gear emblazoned on her jacket breast. Around her waist was a utility belt containing various instruments and tools natural to her station, as well as a powerful stun-baton capable of incapacitating even the brawniest of men. She had her back to him as he entered, but she quickly turned and displayed the proper respect for his Lordship.
"Rise," he said with a commanding voice. When she did, he walked over to stand beside her as his eyes glanced from her to the wide ceraglass viewport that dominated the wall. Below was the world that had just been sapped of vitality, an ugly stain on the blackness of the cosmos.
"The world has been drained, and now its resources belong to us." He glanced back down to her, his gaze piercing and uncompromising. "What is the status of the fleet's production?"
