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Free World Story: Breeding Hatred. 2 months after the Viking War... Darth Raptor held the small handle of his red bladed lightsaber in one hand, letting it spin and roll slightly as the rain sporadically fell on it sending out a hissing noise. Around him tall trees obscured any moonlight that may have shown down illuminating his situations. Suddenly the near silence was broken as Darth Vader, Sith Lord, burst through the trees, his equally red blade crashing down towards him. Raptor quickly parried the strike utilising his clear speed advantage to block all the strikes before leaping back blasting a flurry of force lightening towards the mostly mechanical Vader. Already weakened from there long battle, Vader, crumbled down to the ground. Darth raptor approached kicking the blade aside and shook his head " offer you much I did. Now everything, you have lost" and with a strike to quick to see he removed Vader′s head. He glanced down to the decapitated head in its helmet. The armour was impressive he thought. He would have to upload the designs to his computer for future use. "Master, that is the eighth dimension we have traveled too. The Sith Lords will never comply". Darth Raptor glanced up to his droid, the appropriately named cyber-sith, or cye as Raptor called him. His logic as always was impeccable. Since Darth Raptor had been thrown from his own dimension in which he as emperor ruled the galaxy, he had searched for a way to return. However over the past ten years he had come to see new opportunities in this dimension and especially the planet of a Free World. While the force in its literal sense was unknown here, it did exist in the form of magic, and mystical forces. Here there were dragons, vampires, demons and immortals. This was a dimension he could use to remould the force itself. Darth Raptor looked up to his droid as the sat in his hidden chambers in a hidden building away from any known nation in Free World "right I sense you are. If the Sith we are to rebuild, from the very beginning we will have to start". Darth raptor turned away and walked into his lab. Raptor had found a way to travel through dimensions using a stolen technology from Blackthorn mixed with his own sith work. However while he could target strong dark side energy signatures it was still random. He could not get home. Nor did he care to any longer. Initially he had hoped to bring together a Sith Army of the most powerful Lords, yet each defied him, sought to defeat him. Each and everyone failed. Vader, Maul, Bane, Sidious, Plagus, Revan, Windu and Caidus. A version of each of the famous Sith Lords had died at his hand. He sat at his table studying the read outs from his recent scans of the war. The Viking War as it had become known. The war was thought to have been a result of the Viking Kings desire to conquer Camelot. Whilst there was truth to that, the entire event had been manipulated into fruition by Raptor. He had contacted the King through the use if advanced holographic tech, hiding his true appearance and presenting as a demon of sorts. He had used Sith alchemy along with biogenic compounds taken from Blackthorn to resurrect the Kings armies and sent him down the path to war. Nothing highlighted strength and potential for the dark side like war. Some had stood out, and yet despite the torturous events he had out them through they seemed to be corrupted by a misguided commitment to the light side of the force. Some he had tempted, yet to date only one had shown true commitment, fuelled by loss and hatred. A wolf shifter by the name if Ayame. She had everything. Everything except the force. He threw the paper aside and clenched his fists in rage, the force of his emotions shattering a steel box behind him. The force was something the Sith used to grow, to develop. Without it they couldn′t become true Sith. And yet those with it had shown no scope for potential in his new rebirth for the Sith. Then it came across him like the sun rising. Ayame was worthy to be a Sith, and she didn′t have the force. What if others, in other dimensions were also? What if instead of honing in on the dark side of the force, a Sith′s weapon, he honed in on hatred. A Sith′s soul. And then when he had his potentials, he would give them the force. 8 months later... "What a difference time can make my Lord Raptor". Darth Raptor looked towards Cye with a raised eyebrow. The new protocols he had given him for improved language and intellectual debate had made him slightly poetic. At first it had been endearing. Now it was just annoying. Raptor nodded however, agreeing with the point. Not only had he found two allies in Randolf Blackthorn and the enigmatic Zero but between there unique attributes and similar goals the had been able to work together and merging his force rich blood with Zero′s immortality inducing blood, they had the basis for a force infusing compound. Randolf, a master at genetics had then filtered out all the extra elements and cloned the basic sample until they had essentially the force ′in a bottle′. Of course both his new allies had wanted it, and he had given them a small dose giving them basic force powers. This had served his purpose anyway, ensuring it was safe before giving it to the now fully trained Darth Ayame, his own Sith Saber. She however had been given a full dose and would develop into a powerful Sith at his side. "Growing, are they?" He asked the droid, trying to avoid any more poetic catchphrases. "Yes Lord Raptor. I collected a few samples from the cave whilst I was there". An essential part of the Sith was his or her lightsaber, which in turn required special crystals to focus the beam. Cye had been cultivating a source in a cave not far from there location ready to fuel the lightsabers of a sith revolution. "Some had grown blue, purple or green. I discarded those as you requested. The Red Crystals however appear in good health". Raptor nodded. Sith preferred red crystals for there unpredictable and powerful nature. Darth Ayame, her red silk robes flowing entered the room "Excuse me my Lord Raptor, the device is ready. It has picked up a very powerful signal". Raptor turned curious. "Interesting. Look into this I will" he walked to the door before glancing back "cyber sith, Kill lord Ayame". She gave a smile. Her master had a cold streak, a desire to push her like her old master, Kraven. He liked to regularly pit his droid against her. She nodded "he will try my master..." Raptor stood inside the tall and extravagant building in this dimension unlike most he had seen. Across from him in a chair slouched over a table holding a bottle and stinking if ale was the source of the signal. Darth Raptor opened his mind to the man. Loss. Pain. Arrogance. Intelligence. Hatred. Guilt. And most useful of all, he had given up hope. Suddenly the groggy male leapt up. In an instant the table flipped over and from below devices began attaching mechanical armour to him at lightening pace. Raptor ignighted his blade as the yellow and red armoured man charged at him. Blasts shot from his hands which Raptor countered. He leapt around and attacks came from every direction. This man in his armour was putting up quite the fight. Finally a force lightening shower from Raptor pinned him down, disabling the armours circuitry. Raptor approached him and removed the face mask "Not here to hurt you am I. But to help you. To take you away from this world, help you make a better one and end your addiction to this" he kicked the bottle away, the man looked up curious "where do I sign Kermit?" He asked in what Raptor assumed was a joke. "To my new world, welcome you are Mr Stark. Or Ironman should I call you?" Raptor sliced open the armour freeing him to move then looked down "a new design I may have for you in my computer banks. Something I picked up, it is". Prior to the undead war attack on Japan... Raptor handed the lightsaber crystals to Zero and Randolf. "The injections I gave you, make you strong in the force they will..." He lifted his gaze to meet there′s, a firm expression on his green scarred features "...but not as strong as I, will you be". The two nodded, looking at each other as they ignighted the red bladed lightsabers. "My apprentice, Darth Ayame. Your link to me, will be. Speak to her, if have any questions about your new powers you should. As requested, taken a sith name have you?". Zero looked over the red blade intrigued "Darth Void". He nodded "the absence of anything... A fitting link to my true name". Randolf pondered for a moment, a sense of déjà vu from Zeros speech. Finally he spoke up "Darth Necro" he looked to his two new allies "I′ve spent my life surrounded by death in my search to avoid it after all". After the two new Sith left to return to Blackthorn Darth Ayame returned to the room to address her master "you didn′t mention our newest Sith to them...Mr Stark. Why my master?". Raptor looked thoughtful "betray us they will, after there purpose served it has been. But regardless having an advantage, good it will be... Especially given how well he has reacted to his new force powers". She nodded "And Lord Darwin?" She asked "are we taking him simply as an extra weapon too?" raptors green features curled into a smile "No. Take him we are, turning him to the Dark Side, To prove a point". She nodded and left preparing to rejoin her fellow pupils in the academy. Waiting to strike. Several Months later, following the War of the Dead Darth Raptor and Darth Ayame walked into a window bay looking down below were a man glad in iron armour used a mixture of the force and his advanced suit to destroy, one by one, two hundred cyber sith model droids. On the opposite side in a separate bay the bald headed Darth Evo, formally known as Darwin, was himself training. His challenge that of a captured and tortured dragon. "You admire Darth Evo a great deal master" Ayame observed. Raptor simply nodded "the living embodiment of survival of the fittest he is. The very nature of the Sith that could be considered". Raptor gave a cruel smile, toying with the feelings of jealousy Ayame may have been feeling. Her need to impress a master. Out of his armour, in the everyday guise of Tony Stark, Darth Stark walked into his quarters. He sensed her presence instantly. Like Ayame and Darwin he had been given the full dose of Darth Raptors force enhancing genetic cocktail. "Lady Ayame breaking and entering is below a Sith Lord don′t you think?" He said pouring drink. She smiled but hid it. From the shadows she stepped "I was an assassin, old habits...". She stepped in front of him "we need to talk. Darth Raptor, our Master..." Stark cut in "he will seize control of Free World and once he has it will only keep one apprentice" he drank the none alcoholIc beverage "and it won′t be either of us". She nodded curiously. This could be a trap, both of them knew it. But neither sensed it was one. Finally Ayame spoke "we together can defeat him". stark turned away then looked back shrugging "doubtful. Add Evo, Zero and Randolf. That′s a combustible situation". She cursed, knowing he was likely right. "Then what do we do?". Stark lifted a file on his computer "raptor wanted an army. Droids. I′m the one building them" he smiled "I hold the control to them. That′s the back up plan". She glanced at them "and the main plan?". There was silence. Stark knew this was it. If he spoke now there was no going back. Finally he cast his dice "we let his biggest enemies do the work for us". He opened a safe showing her a vile. Inside the substance that gave normal people the power of the force. She stood shocked "you want to give them the power to match him? Us?" He nodded "we won′t. But I think I know a man who will". A face appeared on the screen and Ayame couldn′t hide her shock. The two locked eyes and in that moment a silent pledge was made. They would put into motion a plan that would lead them to power. But they were Sith. Only one could be the true master. Queen Morgan retired to her chambers. The Kingdom had recovered well and her knights had begun training with the new weapons that had been devised. She had a new hope that the future could be bright for Camelot. "Long time no see" came a voice. She turned, sharply suddenly. Her eyes filled with rage and shock at the source of the voice "easy your highness. Believe it or not I′m here to help". Morgan eyed the man in disgust "I find that very hard to believe. But speak your piece monster". He shook his head his trademark smirk nowhere to be seen. "I may be a monster. But I′m your only hope". She felt something different in him "okay Randolf, I′m listening". "The Saber War is coming".