Plaguis’s shuttle arrived on Anigmos.

The home of the Black Sun, one of the three original

syndicates. To enter the planet, Plaguis had to go through the blockade of ships. He flew
through massive Gilactin war ships designed to send deadly nuclear waves that could crush
an invading fleet. After all the Black Sun were in a life debt to Plaguis. He had given 35 billion
credits. All Munn were welcomed on the planet.
They had landed on a space port. That was the only way in and out. The brown, misty clouds
were so dense they could crush a Marsinlion warship (the biggest ship in the entire system).
‘No weapons permitted,’ grunted the guard, wrinkling his green forehead.
A servant told Plaguis that Salvala O’Press would be seeing him any minute now. All the
servants were Twealex, an exotic species from the planet of Ryloth. They were easily
spotted by their headtentacles. Plaguis despised slavery as he wasn’t born on Muunalist but
on Mygeeto, a planet full of slaves ruled by the Huts.
The Huts were an organisation that was known for enslaving entire planets and systems.
The Huts were slugs with small chubby arms and weighed over 5 tones. Their skin was
greasier then vasalin. They ate frogs the size of humans. They loved gambling on Pod Racers
because they knew that even if they lost, they always had a way getting their money back.
Savala O’Press entered the hall with two maids, told them to go away and sat down at the
other end of the elongated table. Taking a long sip of his gooey green martini, he
questioned, ‘what brings you to Anigmos?’
‘There is a mining core in the outer rim planet Mustafar.’
Intrigued, Savala O’Press asked, ‘why?’
‘There is a lot of profit that could be made.’
‘But why do you need the Black Sun?’
‘YOU DON’T NEED TO KNOW!! It’s all a part of a greater plan.’
Savala O’press stood up and took Plaguise to the balcony, showing him the black lava flow
coming from mountain. Not knowing why, he had snuck in his lightsabre. It was only a
contingency plan, just in case something had gone wrong. ‘What do we get in return for
helping you?’
‘The entire control over the plasma lake under Theeds’
‘We have a deal!’
They had arrived on Mustafar. They landed and stepped of the ship and killed many hostile
native walking into the bass. Plaguise and a squad of sun guards rigged with c4…
It blew open and from the dust a vault was revealed. Plagiues gave the go ahead to take
everything in it. They were all priceless sith artefacts.
Three ship were on the rayda. He ordered them to hurry up and start the ship…
They loaded the last of the crates into the cargo bay. The engine fired up and they were just
about to leave when one of the troops had a grapple thrown into his chest and had pulled
him off the ship.
After they had no choice but to leave the planet they needed to get to a ship yard to fix the
power generator. 11-4D looked through the map with frustration. The nearest one was on
the edge of Nemal, the next system not far from them.
An hour later, they had just arrived. The men were hungry so they went to get some
grub.they headed off to a street meat bar.
The mechanic had finished fixing the generator. Plaguise snapped his neck and walked off.
The men were finished. They followed Plaguise. He told 18 of them to go back to the ship. e
other 1 followed him and waited for commands. Plaguise pulled out a cube, purple in
colour. He told them to place it in the centre of northern and southern tower. Back at the
ship Plaguise arrived without the other man… They left the planet not knowing that they
had unleashed a weapon of genocide …
Seconds later Plaguise looked out of the cockpit to see the surface of the planet covered in
purple cracks. Wave after wave of violet was being brought in to the planet, making t
smaller and small each time
“114D, what will be the outcome of this planet?”
“I do not know.”

The planet started to shrivel into a big round ball, black in colour. The planet was reduced a
lifeless rock. It could blow up any second now. 114D put the hyper drive into motion. The
minute they jumped into hyperspace the ship was being followed by purple explosions. The
ship rocked side to side! It was a shift in space and time. They were being pulled out of the
hyperspace. The blast was so powerful, it had frozen through space.
“What’s just happened?” asked an engineer ,frozen in his place.
“Why do you care about these irrelevant lives?” asked Plaguise. Meanwhile the engineer
hanged in mid-air struggling to breathe. He put him out of his misery.

Chapter2

They landed on a dock in the Outer Rim. It would be illegal for any Jedi or military group to
cross the border without being destroyed by Huts and pirates. But the Jedi wanted the
Outer Rim to themselves and they were willing to take it by storm.

Plaugise walked through the market to look for anything he was interested in. Men were
aggressively shouting to get people’s attention. There were lots of aliens that were trying to
negotiate the ridiculous price. It was busy. It was too crowded. As time passed, he found
nothing but junk. The pirates wanted anything that belonged to the Sith. They found a
lightsabre with a silver hilt and a gold rim. The blade was thin but black. Instantly Plaugise
realised that it was one of a kind and had a kiber crystal that would not bleed or change
colour. He pushed himself into the crowd and crushed the pirates’ chests into a lump of
metal, bones and organs.
He picked up the lightsabre and with no hesitation left a bag of bombs it the path of a Jedi
who was looking for the same thing as Plaugise. BANG. Body parts went flying everywhere.
Back at the ship, he placed the blade into a safe. Not even melting it would open it.

Three days later, they had arrived on Coruscant. The buildings stretched into the skyline. It
was once the home world of the humans. Time had passed and the humans became more
advanced. Then cities were built on top of old ones. Once they were advanced enough, they
began to make weapons for aliens, like bombs, ships and many more. Criminals began to
take refuge in the cities below. Then the organisations started to own territory.
Back in a lab in an abandoned part of the planet, they were holding on to a gas that would
start a war that would never end. The gas had an air born disease that would infect the host
and grow inside of them. It would only take seconds till the effects happened. The host
would deform and have biomass growing all over the body. Then they would get smarter
and smarter. They would get bigger and bigger until the planet is running around with slimy
creatures. Like the accident on the space port which needed two men to unload the gas. A
tube fell and cracked open and in an hour it had all turned into a hive. They would know
how to fly ships and infect the craft and tap into the information and learn the flight path.
They would leave that planet and carry on to another.

Although, if the host had genetic changes, it would be harder to infect. When the flood
broke out on Ilious, the Republic thought that a “super Spartan” was the best way to
combat these infections. They took out any race of beings. They were given serums unique
to them. These would enhance the Spartans’ capabilities plus it would give them specialties
such as being able to see heat signatures from a tetrameter away. They were at a height of
5.9’ and had jet black scales covering their whole body.
This made them bullet proof plus nothing could get to the spine or other body parts. Their
faces were covered by a mask and armour over their torso. Their choice of weapon come
from the Black Armoury: they were unique weapons like a Black Scorpion (a burst rifle that
can cut through strong metals like a knife through butter). The armour had an additional
hand canon that would magnetically crush anything in a four meter radius (this was more a
crowd control weapon for hordes.)

Plaguise and 114D stormed in the lab, cutting though the Exo Titan guards one by one. He
put his light-sabre away and pulled out a sword and sliced one across the chest and
smashed his head in, pulling the last of the Exo by the neck and forced the words out his
mouth. “What is the code?” The Exo shuddered “14335”.
Now his chest was open Plagues forced out the Exo’s insides. It was a combination of
mechanical parts and blueish goo which spluttered everywhere. Inside he found chamber
after chamber with the Hives dangling in mid-air. They were dead, dead as door nails. The
Hive is one of the antagonistic beings. They are an ancient race of bi-pedal humanoids with
no visible eyes that travel through space in sarcophagus-like ships. To kill the Hive- shoot at
their heads. There was a weak white patch of bone .This was the easiest part because it was
a thin layer of skin. They worked like ants. There are only two people they will listen to, the
king and the queen.

Plaguise was surprised to find such highly sensitive content on an open server.
“The only thing that was locked on this server was a file named Darth Bane. What do you
think it’s about 114D?”
“Well, it may be connected to that holocrom you retrieved back on Mustafar in that
market.” Graphic images flew onto screen, all of names and dead politicians. All humans.
Plaguise realised that a group was looking to find any opportunity to kill anyone that would
divulge about the organised crime. Plaguise recognised one of the politicians from the gala a
couple of months ago but his death had been not released to the public.
“Sir, don’t you know that one?”
“Yes, sadly.”
They walked through the smokes and burning sparks back to the platform.

The guard screamed with rage. As he got closer 114D noticed a bomb strapped to his chest.
In panic 114D shot him in the head- the digital timer started ticking.

Ten.

Plaguise thrust his arm out.

Eight.

Waves of black light came from his hands.

Six.

The lights grew in solidity and strength.

Four.

He had forged a round Force barrier around the dead body

Two.

“The probability of us dying is 48 per cent, sir.”

BANG.

Green fire spat out a crack in the barrier. Plaguise and 114D were caught in the blast and
were slammed into the concrete. Plaguise raised his head and with haste he closed the
crack. The barrier pulsated. Then the fire started to calm down. Plaguise helped 114D to his
feet. Pushing the flaming heap to the side, they walked out like nothing had happened.

Plageuise strode into a magnificent hotel. It was packed full of creatures from almost every
corner of the galaxy. The lobby was lined with diamond ranging in colour from purple to
blue to green to yellow. Growling laughter and arachnid clicking noises filled the air.
Plaguise was looking for an old acquaintance from the underworld. He was the only one
who knew about Plaguises’s real identity so he had to be silenced. He was in the drug
industry with the goal to take out the huts and the syndicate. This was an ambition he knew
the acquaintance would never achieve. However, it was a thing to kill out the competition.

He was a Cilock for the core worlds. He was more or less a force resistant. He had cut his
soul into 3, a painful process which would have had to be done by a witch. This made his
skin white and this meant that he would decay after 100 years.
Plaguise saw him and so he took a left into the route to the cult room. He wished he wasn’t
famous even for five minutes, so he could stab him in the back and pull the blade up his
spine. He needed a distraction.
So he did the most irrational thing and force choked a kid. That got the Cilock’s attention.
His acquaintance kneeled down to give CPR and so the blade flew/ around all the civilians
and it pierced his back and Plaguise forced the blade up his spine. The blood gushed out just
like a water fall. You’d think that that would be the last thing that Plaguise would do with a
dead corps. He lifted the blood with the force and pushed it down the Cilock’s throat. His
body started to swell up. The only reason why was because he was a cannibal of his own
species. This was a form of justice. The young Twi-lik started to scream from the sight that
she saw. The shards on the celling started to vibrate. CRASH!

The halls started to crumble. Plaguise ran. Racing against a building that was trying to kill
him…

CHAPTER 3

MANSURE

The blue sun rose upon a barren waste land. Cities had turned to rubble; it was isolated, no
people. Radiation was high, bones upon bones piled in the streets. What a grim sight to see.

“Find the archives. And don’t lose it or it will be you who I will smash inside out.”
No mistakes, I thought to myself. In that group of archives there was some thing from my
past. All I remember is project Pegasus. I was the one who wasn’t meant to be on that air
craft.

Bang. Bang. Reality just hit me; it was an ambush. Shots were exchanged. Grenades were
blown. Bang. I hit one then another then another. Then the big boy showed up. Its eyes
were red. It stood like a human but with four legs to give it speed and stability. It had a head
of an android: it was black metal. There was a living being in the droid. A blade was attached
to one arm and an iron canon crushing my men like ants. It must have been ten feet tall. I
hid waiting for him to leave. It might have been big, but it was stupid…

I wondered why some one would want to blast a bullet down my throat. I recognised the
symbol on their shoulders. It was a sun. black on white. THE BLACK SUN…

I had done business with them before they were a massive organised group. That would
make me 135 years old but I look like I’m 25. They always live up to their promise. Like when
I asked for a little over three million credits for killing many politicians. But I guess they are
looking for the same thing as me.

The artefact was an eye from the days of gone a long era where it was dark. Beasts first
came to these planets; they gave the natives technology and method but as time went on
many were corrupted by greed and killed these beasts. There seven eyes scattered across
the cosmos. It was big enough to wrap itself around a moon it had one eye that was purple
and had black rings that circled the pupil