Deep inside Renare, far from prying eyes, a solitary figure stands. Illuminated only by the soft light from the glowlamp in front of him, he is a leader like no other. His is the greatest brotherhood of Sith ever to traverse the heavens. He bent people, objects, circumstances to his will. He harnessed the power of the stars, of the rocks. Now though, new people were intruding. A gargoyle... two new sith, ones he hadn't felt before... a Starkiller. This final was the most surprising of all. Starkiller was supposed to be away, not on Renare. He stretched out with his senses, feeling the surrounding space... and stopped. Several of his newest recruits were missing. He hadn't felt their deaths, they were just cut off. Added to the ones these new people had killed, things were looking down, but looking positive as well. He'd been practicing lately, and he'd yet to have the chance to try out some new, rather painful techniques. Well, when he had these insolent additions captured, they'd be perfect test dummies...
"Space is big... really big. I mean, you wouldn't believe how vastly, hugely, incomprehensibly big it is. You may think it's a long way down the road to the chemist, but that's just peanuts to space." The Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy