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Dark Lord: Part 1 of 4

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Kamino, 16 BBY

Thunder and lightning weren't uncommon on Kamino.

Far from it really, a day barely went by when the planet wasn't being battered by storms that would tear entire cities apart with ease. No, storms on Kamino weren't uncommon... what was uncommon was the Imperial Transport Ship arriving with it. The ship, wide and grey as it slowly set down upon one of the many platforms jutting out from the cloning facility that called Kamino home, each one manned by a dozen or so Imperial Stormtroopers, wearing the latest designed armor for their young Empire. Upon landing, the ship was greeted by several of the planet's natives, along with several troopers clad in suits designed specifically to provide comfort in the planet's harsh environment. At the helm of the ship's greeting party was the Kamenoian scientist, Taun-We, a look of great concern upon her otherwise emotionless face.

Slowly the craft's landing ramp descended to the ground, where several Clone Troopers, wielding smartly polished E-11 blaster rifles quickly stepped down the metal ramp. They were clad in the more ancient armor that had descended still common even three years after the end of the Clone Wars. The troopers glared at their brethren upon reaching the landing pad, taking note of the newly designed armor that would be coming their way soon. Rather then sporting the more individual colors of the Clone's armor, the Stormtroopers were almost entirely white, with only tinges of black spread across their armor to even up the coloring, the end result left the troopers resembling a type of vengeful specter out of local tales of horror and blood.

"Lord Vader." Taun-We said as a tall, dark, menacing figure appearing at the top of the ramp. "Welcome to Tipoca City." A low, deep breathing filled the air, somehow audible over the lightning and the rain, and as the Dark Lord of the Sith marched down the landing ramp towards her, rain bouncing from his smooth, black helmet, Taun-We couldn't help but feel a rush of fear fill her body. Vader could sense the fear, she could tell from the way his helmet turned towards her, his thoughts on the matter however, were not clear.

"Don't mistake the nature of my arrival, Ambassador." Vader said, his voice deep and low thanks to his suit's voice box. He stood at equal height with the long necked alien. Taun-We could practically sense the anger and hatred radiating from the man's body, she'd only been with the Emperor's Enforcer for a few seconds and already she knew everything she needed to know about him, he was pure evil. She resisted the urge to take a step away from the intimidating Imperial General and instead stood her ground. "I'm not here because I choose to be." Vader continued. "I'm here to fulfill the will of the Empire."

Taun-We stared into Vader's helmet visor, for whatever reason the force wielder's head was lowered slightly, almost as if he was trying to avoid her gaze.

"Shall we begin then?" Taun-We finally asked after the brief silence between them became too much for her to handle. "The Empire hates to be kept waiting."

Vader simply stepped past his guide and marching quickly towards the cloning facility, rain pelting off his cape as his escort of troopers smartly snapped to attention and began to follow after him. Taun-We did the same, but was very cautious as she followed the man into darkness.

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Vader had not been looking forward to this inspection of the Kamino Cloning Facilities, it was a connection to his past... a past he preferred to try and avoid whenever possible. Usually he would have erased the entire facility from the face of the galaxy by this point, but that really wasn't an option, as the limitless supply of disposable foot soldiers being provided from this facility was something that the Empire simply couldn't afford to lose.

Silently, accompanied only by the noise of his suit's artificial breathing, Vader walked the cold, sterile hallways, carefully taking in every detail of his surroundings, and noticing all the flaws as they presented themselves. A malfunctioning air vent, faulty testing equipment, Vader saw all. Far behind the Dark Lord lay his escort and guide. both completely unneeded. The guide had been assigned to supervise his inspection and answer any questions that the dreaded Lord Vader might have, he had none. Little did they suspect, Vader had been there before, he knew every crevice of the facility, every nook and cranny, and with the force guiding his every step it made it seem like the Dark Lord had lived in the building his entire life.

"Is everything to your expectations so far, Lord Vader?"

The Dark Lord glanced over his shoulder towards the speaker, the same Kamenoian that had greeted him at the platform twitched nervously upon being greeted by his gaze. Vader halted in his path and overlooked the hundreds of clone troopers below, all dining in the facility's mess hall, being fed just enough to be perfect for the Empire, little more than cannon fodder. Vader stared down at them from behind a pane of bright blue glass, and he slowly remembered memories from his past. Friends he had made, battles he had fought... in the time before the Dark Side, before the Empire. There had been a time, long ago, when he would have been down there with his soldiers, eating and sharing stories with the troops.

"It's acceptable. Grand Moff Tarkin will have the next batallion's deployments to you within the week."

Those times were over.

Taun-We watched in uncomfortable silence as the Sith turned on his heel and began to continue his journey, only to stop in his tracks like he'd been paralyzed in place.

"I... I sense something."

"Sir?" Taun-We's voice was filled with hesitation and concern. She meant no offense to the man, but he might ignore that fact. In all honesty, Taun-We didn't know what she was dealing with, when Vader had arrived she'd thought he was someone in a suit, but from his mannerisms he seemed more like a Droid. "Are you alright?" Many of the warriors and bounty hunters Taun-We had encountered preferred to be left alone and tend to themselves... however if something was wrong with the Emperor's Ambassador, it could reflect badly on the whole planet, and Kamino would be one of the many worlds that had been destroyed by the Empire.

"Madame?" One of the facility's security officers said in Taun-We's communication device. "We're encountering several security b-"

"In a moment."

Vader was still completely motionless, he was stood upright, still radiating intense power, but not moving. Even his suit's loud breathing had halted. It was far too late when Taun-We realized that all her escort party and bodyguards had disappeared, and it was far too late when she realized she'd just ignored a potential security breach for the sake of ensuring an Imperial Officer was okay.

Before Taun-We could even realize her mistakes, a loud thermal explosion tore through the window next to her, sending glass shooting everywhere and knocking her across the hallway, slamming her body into the wall. When she looked up from the floor she witnessed a ship, rectangular in shape hovering by the shattered window, almost immediately three soldiers wearing purple armor and helmets similar to the Senate Guards on Coruscant rappelled down into the hallway, carrying blasters in their hands as they landed on the ground, rain falling behind them.

"Got a civilian here!" One of the soldiers said quickly, clearly nervous and irrational, the insignia of the Old Republic lay upon his arm, once a symbol of hope to Taun-We, but now a symbol of terror as she backed away in horror at the armed men.

"Execute her!" Another soldier said while ordering the ship to join the large aerial battle that was taking place in the skies above Kamino. "No time for h-" The soldier's sentence was interrupted, by the man in question being sent tossed down the hall. He didn't even have time to gasp before cracking his neck against the durasteel door, with a sickening crunch, armor doing nothing to protect him from the impact.

"Good lord! It's-" The trooper never got chance to finish his cry of terror. Instead he found himself being levitated into the air, neck crushed by some invisible force, before being carelessly flung out the window like some kind of rag doll. The man's screams filled Taun-We's ears as he was swallowed up by the crashing waves far below on Kamino's surface, forever silenced.

A red blade appeared in Taun-We's vision as her escort stepped into frame, looking all powerful as the wind whipped around him, and very, very angry. Accompanying the Dark Lord's raspy breathing was a loud, metallic hum, generated by the flickering energy of his blade, and his body seemed to shake as he towered like a statue over the final soldier. The third trooper quickly pulled up his blaster and fired off a shot at the Sith, with the blast easily deflected by the Dark Lord's saber, however rather then simply using the deflected shot to kill the trooper he merely disarmed him, knocking the blaster from his hand, as the bolt slammed into the man's wrist.

Clearly Vader had questions he wanted answered.

"D... D... Darth Vader..." The soldier gulped while slowly backing away, Vader took a step forward, red blade shining against the black of his uniform, the sound of his breathing growing ever louder as he loomed over the trooper.

"Run." Vader told him.

The trooper did exactly that, casting his weapon aside as he sprinted down the hallway.

It wouldn't help.

Next: Siege on Kamino!

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The Filler Chapter

Centuries Ago...

Myrick Mute sighed as he stood amongst the smouldering ruins that had once been the city of London, it was ironic really, in a matter of minutes, a civilisation that had taken hundreds of years to build had been reduced to mere ash.

"Good lord." He whispered before stepping over one of the thousands of bodies that littered the streets before him. His cape trailed along the ground as he walked, the edges of the enchanted artifact becoming stained with dirt and blood, the stench of the deceased filled the air... and creatures such as rats and maggots tore through the bodies with great enthusiasim. There was no wind in the air, no sound with the exception of the vermin feasting... there was nothing except for Mute.

The entire planet had gone mute.

Myrick walked towards his destination, his skin pale out of shock from all the destruction and death, along the way he recognized the faces of his allies in the superpowerd community. Legendary figures such as Salamander, Gunship and Doctor October all lay along the ground, battered, broken and deceased. The powers of the world's mightiest beings had been nothing to halt the wrath of the abomination that had caused this apocalypse. Once again... there was just Mute.

Only a single building still stood in the entirety of London, Mute should have seen it coming really... especially considering the location's unpleasant history. The Tower of London loomed over the once great mage like a viper waiting to strike and sink its foul venom into him... ironically, it was a viper waiting for him.

"I see you got my message." The cold voice of the Magus said once Mute had reached the top of the Tower. He was stood up, completely still and staring emotionlessly out of a hole torn in the tower's side.

"You've taken it too far this time, J-" Mute started to say before being halted from his sentence by a click of his adversary's fingers. The Doctor's lips seemed to merge together in a grotesque display before completely disappearing, leaving an empty, blank space where his mouth had once been.

"Of course I have." Magus turned towards his oppnent, a pleased smirk upon his face. "After all..." Once again he clicked his fingers, sending the great Doctor Mute tumbling to his knees, the sound of his leg's bones breaking filling the air. "I aim... to please!" With a quick thrust of his black metal cane, the Magus smacked his tool across Mute's skull, knocking him down on his side and leaving a bloody mark in the side of the magician's head.

"Oh my friend..." Magus mockingly pulled off Mute's top hat and popped it on his own head. "...You don't know how LONG I've waited for this!"

The scene of Magus' greatest moment slowly began to melt away, being replaced with the inside of a small, wooden hut located in India. The man that would become known as the Magus pulled his hand away from the fortune teller that he had visited and blinked several times, surprised at what his future had in store for him.

"That's all I can show you." The fortune teller said, his frail, whithered face seeming like it was going to collapse in on itself as he stared at the powerful mage. "The fates... sometimes they aren't kind."

"Trust me my friend." The Magus stood up from his seat and pulled some money from his pocket before placing it on the table before the teller. "Today... they most certainly were."

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Pompeii, 79 C.E.

Magus stood completely alone atop a hilltop, newly donned cape shimmering with green flame as he processed the black ash that fell all around him. The bright red lava flowing mere inches below his feet was almost hypnotizing with its beauty.

"Travelling through time, Magus?" The voice of Doctor Mute filled the Necromancer's ears. "Isn't that a tad bit juvenile?" The Doctor landed next to the Magus, both staring up into the black, choking air that surrounded them. This clearly wasn't the Doctor Mute of Magus' home time period. He was dressed in a smart, black tuxedo from the year shown in Magus' vision of the future, a large golden sword strapped across his chest with a jet black top hat perched atop his head.

"I could say the same to you." Magus replied, his eyes locked upon the burning city of Pompeii as it was engulfed in flame. "At least I don't have to worry about breaking the time stream." He muttered. "You're supposed to follow the rules."

Doctor Mute slumped down to his knees, sitting down atop the hill, he pulled a brown cigar from his suit pocket and lit his finger on fire, lighting the end of the tobacco stick and taking a deep, long smoke from it.

"I don't really care about that anymore." He replied as Magus sat down next to him. "Once you get to my point in time you'll understand." The Doctor offered his only true friend a spare cigar, however the master of black magic refused, politely shaking his head. "Suit yourself."

"Why are you here?" Magus asked after a few moments of silence passed between the two men. "Clearly you're not here to kill me."

Mute took another deep long inhale from his cigar before breathing, thick, white smoke left his lips and slowly drifted up into the air before disappearing.

"It's quite simple really, Magus." The Doctor muttered before slowly getting to his feet and standing over his adversary. The flow of molten magma slowly drifting by their feet. "Where I'm from... and from every single dimension I've visited..." He tossed the cigar into the lava. "...you win."

Once again, with a deep sigh, Mute sat down next to his hated adversary. The two men from different times simply letting the beauty of the volcanic cataclysm sink in.

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Bluebottles dashed through the air, millions upon millions of the tiny insectoid pests blackened out the sky that covered the Nevada Desert before darting down towards a sandy dune overlooking the bleak, endless horizon. The horde of insects seemed to all land upon the hill before flying back up into the air and continuing their journey, leaving behind an elderly figure clad in tattered, green robes that seemed to be falling apart at the seams.

A thick scar covered the man's face... and a long, white, dirty beard covered the man's face. Slowly, using his cane to help him down, the figure sat upon the ground, where he adopted a meditation position in an attempt to find peace in the silence. He was surrounded by miles upon miles of sand... with not a single living thing nearby, yet he still found it difficult to concentrate on focusing his energy.

He was the Magus, as you probably guessed.... the greatest tyrant of his age.... and as he sat completely alone in a world burnt to ash, he couldn't help but feel pleased at his handiwork.

It was a shame he'd had to survive it.

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Great issue my friend. You wrote the Flash as a villain SO well, making him smart and gloating while clearly not giving a Damon about anything. Seeing that all of Zoom's effort mounted to nothing was depressing... but man this was great stuff!

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Very good issue. Builds suspense as we see Zoom explain to the unaware Allen who he is and why he's there. Curious about how he knew about her but whatever. Give us the next issue dude.

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As I said in the PM. Very good issue With a very cool surprising ending. I like the moment when Zoom saves the child from the fire the best as it really shows how heroic he is.

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