The Prelude

Just beyond the horizon of Endor rested the magnificent structure that was to be Emperor Palpatine's ultimate weapon of destruction and means of instilling fear unto the citizens of the galaxy. All went as he had foreseen, including the intervention of the Rebel Alliance, though that was where his clairvoyance was cut short. Beyond his extension of power reigned the supreme hand of fate, and alas the chaotic interference was set into motion.

The inevitable collision of the mighty Galactic Empire and the resourceful Rebel Alliance catalyzed the end of one era and the beginning of a new. No longer was Palpatine and his dark side minion, Darth Vader, the fearsome and tyrannical duo of the Empire. No longer was Mon Mothma and her charismatic crew of freedom fighters the would-be saviors of the galaxy. For in the minuscule time frame of a second, all that was changed.

Home One became nothing more than a maelstrom of space junk at the whim of the Death Star's destructive laser blast. Victory in the first degree was in the hands of the Empire, or so it would have been, had it not been for the interruption of one Jedi Knight. Luke Skywalker, in his last moments of life, had freed his father from the bondage of the dark side, though he paid the ultimate price. Just as it was meant to be, Lando Calrissian and his ragtag crew of starfighter pilots obliterated the power source of the Death Star, and with it the lives of half the Imperial High Command. Anarchy was imminent.

With the destruction of the Death Star came the first victory of the Rebel Alliance, though the casualties were numerous and greatly put a damper on the otherwise wildfire growth of Alliance support. The Empire, in its defeat, had delivered a spine severing blow to the Rebel Alliance, though all was not lost. From the ashes rose a new light, a new beacon of hope for the galaxy and all of its citizens.

The Return of Vice-Admiral Tacitus

Mere days after the victory at Endor, then Vice-Admiral Tacitus returned victorious from his campaign against the Empire. He had liberated an astonishing amount of systems from the regional jurisdiction of one of the ex-Emperor's most trusted Grand Moffs. The victory was vital, as it soon became the grounds of which boosted Vice-Admiral Tacitus toward the hierarchy of the crippled Alliance.

A few short weeks had passed, and already the remaining officers of the Rebel Alliance were inundated with the feeling of progression toward the ultimate goal of galaxy-wide liberation. Under the command of Vice-Admiral Tacitus, the Rebel Alliance and all its loyal supporters had flourished to new heights of production. There was only one response with which the new Alliance Command could react to the coming of the pubically glorified savior; they granted him supreme command of the Rebel Alliance and its resources, though he remained within the watchful eyes of his peers who made up the advisory council.

The Rise of Hades

From the shards of enshroudment emerged the most sinister and diabolical of tyrants, who, until recent events, had remained concealed by the order of Palpatine himself. His keeper no longer present amongst the living, a raw flame ignited anew within the cobalt depths of his visage. From his abysmal prison he was unleashed, and enraged with a bloodlust for vengeance. Insidious notions brooded and scintillated behind the charismatic facade displayed; it was all just a ploy, a deception. Few knew of his existence, though soon the galaxy in its entirety would tremble at the sound of his name.

Within the fortified protection of Coruscant, the remnants of the Imperial High Command gathered and plotted, with vigorious disdain, the demise of the Rebel Alliance. All went as planned in the chambers of ex-Emperor Palpatine, until 'He' arrived.

Like an assassin he progressed with clandestine demeanor, undetected amongst the best of the Imperial military minds. Only when the highest ranking Imperial warlord had spoken, did the man known as Hades intervene with nefarious intentions. He spoke with raw power and charisma, the likes of which were reminiscent with the lately passed Emperor Palpatine, and easily intimidated all who were present. The Grand Moff, however, disregarded the ominous premonition he felt brooding in his gut. Therefore, against his conscience, he stepped forward and protested to the usurption of the Imperial throne. The stage was set, the two successors to the throne were to engage in the most sublime artform of combat above the glittering horizon of Coruscant.

The Grand Moff stood proud aboard Imperial Star Destroyer; Hades did the same. A mere battle of courage and wits, or so it was proclaimed. With little warning, the two mighty symbols of Imperial might gained speed, set on a collision course with turbolasers blazing. The battleships maneuvered with elegence and grace at the whims of the two capable commanders, though in the end, Hades stood as the victor as his still magnificent Star Destroyer eclipsed the crippled hull of his opponent. After no more than a few moments, it was over, and Hades was to become the next Emperor of the still thriving, Galactic Empire. Such ignorance, however, was not to be tolerated, and with a mere gesture of the demon incarnate, the most majestic of scenes was infinitely etched into the memories of all who were present. Hades, much like his predecessor, showed no mercy, and no remorse of his tyrannical actions. With not a word, but a look from the eyes of the newly christened Emperor, the Executor-class Super Star Destroyer unleashed a wave of destructive fire upon the already crippled hull of the Grand Moff's Star Destroyer, utterly obliterating the deemed traitor and his equally trecherous crew. And so it began, the sovereign rule of Emperor Andrèi Vasìlyevich Hades.