Lord Verus, Master of the Order of Bogan
1049 ABY, Dawn, 12th day of 11th month, Corellia, Star Forge, Revelations
Verus paced through the corridors with haste, ignoring any and all bypassing officers and soldiers on his way regardless of what they had to say—as nothing held more importance than what awaited him already. He entered his meditation chamber swiftly by accessing the panel on the right side of the door, placing his palm upon the holographic screen that’d read the content of his palm on a cellular level, ensuring that no one but himself could enter the chamber.
The chamber was dark, cold as anything that was afloat in space, and empty aside from a circular panel in the middle of the floor. Verus stepped forward, standing on the panel as it began to glow in a bright, luminescent light that began to take shape before him—that of an old, hooded man with a dry voice. Bogan, the dark side incarnate. It had barely been a day, but his body was already withered and failing when it was young and full of strength when they last met. It wasn’t his true body, and every second and every breath he took killed thousands of cells. He changed bodies like clothes, or rather the bodies he used were nothing but clothes. None of them could contain his might and power in the dark side of the Force, corruption that could devour anyone to their core. His image was barely standing, while Verus stood with all of his might while looking down upon his liege with as if pity, but it certainly wasn’t. ”Lord Verus, I am glad you arrived as swiftly as you did.. However I do sense your anger, and your rebellion.” Bogan spoke as his image formed but ten feet before Verus, and as it spoke, it seemed that Verus' knees began to slowly bend as his legs shook. It was his doing. He wasn’t having any of his servants’ attitude, at all. He formed Verus to bend his knee, and so he did fall on his right knee as Verus grunted in pain. ”May this be a reminder that even in my fragility, you always pay a price in boldness.” Bogan spoke with ire and playfulness, as if digging at his subordinate.
”…You know he’s alive.”
Verus said with a pained, dry voice. Far removed from his usual poise, and confidence. But Verus knew this would happen, and chose to defy his master regardless. A trait Bogan even admired and respected, was perhaps among the reasons why he chose Verus as his right hand. ”You mean your old apprentice? Indeed. I sensed his presence in the Force, he was among those who infiltrated our allies base on my former homeworld.” Bogan spoke with ire once more, as a visible smile appeared across what little was seen of his face beneath the hood. His image then seemed to sit down upon a throne that became visible in the room as well. ”I have foreseen that he will come to you. I need you to subdue him and bring him to me. His body belongs to me, and only me.” Bogan’s tone suddenly changed to a rather demanding and serious one. In the same instance he lifted his control of his servant, but Verus would remain kneeled as he was—he understood that his defiance of his master had to remain subtle as it had been thus far.
”That boy was created because I allowed it, and wanted it. I allowed the Jedi to confiscate Palpatine’s old research and technology, they wouldn’t have found it without me showing them the right path.” Bogan spoke with confidence, but his voice nearly faded while he spoke, indicating that the life in his body was fading quickly. That was why the former apprentice of his servant was instrumental to him, a perfect body that was forged exactly to his needs. What however seemed to bother the deity-like being was that it was only the Jedi that could conceive such a body. He had now tried to replicate their success for more than two decades, fruitlessly, despite the best attempts of his dark side alchemists. Jeh’Kant was one of a kind, the most unlikely occurrence that the Jedi paid for greatly. The Jedi, unknowingly, with the tools provided by Bogan, had tried to replicate the genome possessed by the once revered Jedi General Anakin Skywalker. Although he died over a millenia ago, his effect on the galaxy couldn’t be overstated. He was the Chosen One, after all. He was meant to replace the Father, the Keeper of Balance. A man like a deity indeed. Although no genetic material of him is left, an old record of a blood sample taken by Qui-Gon Jinn could still be recovered—allowing the Jedi to replicate his genetic strands. After hundreds upon hundreds of attempts, the Jedi succeeded in what Bogan wanted them to succeed, culminating in the birth of Jeh’Kant Kai, less than a clone and barely more than a strandcast. A fully artificial being of flesh and blood. A body filled with midi-chlorians. However, the deficit in his being was clear. He lacked the ability of prescience and precognition, and was indeed unstable from youth. However, with his creation, the Jedi had overstepped their boundaries by far.
Much like with the Sith before them, when Darth Plagueis and Sidious attempted to force their will upon the Cosmic Force itself—the Force retaliated. The Will of the Force deemed that the Jedi were no different as they tried to defy life itself in the mightiest way possible. As such, the Force willed the order to see its destruction which eventually happened during the Great Intergalactic War. Anakin Skywalker triggered the decay of the Tengean civilization by killing the Mortis deities, leading them to their war. But the Jedi Order warranted their doom by attempting to recreate the God-killer, thus making his legacy and his impact upon the galaxy and the universe itself far more greater than it was to begin with. ”His body belongs to me. His body is the only body suitable to contain my power. Bring him to me. I hope you will not fail me, as you haven’t thus far..” Bogan spoke with his dry voice as the intermission ended abruptly, with his holographic image fading out into nothingness. Verus remained in his stance, now only wondering what to do next.
Admiral Raius, Leader of the White Hand
Corellia, Star Forge, 1049 ABY, Dawn, 12th day of 11th month, The Speech
The main hangar of the Star Forge was filled with troopers of both the White Hand and the Order of Bogan, evenly lined and standing before a grand, crimson podium upon which he stood. Admiral Raius had finally arrived at the Star Forge, witnessing its splendor by his own eyes as the station had already generated more than three-hundred dreadnoughts and much more to supply their grand fleet but within a few hours. He stood tall, clad in his decorated uniform while looking upon the soldiers with intent and pride. The then shifted his sight unto holo cameras directed at them, transmitting a broadcast to all inhabited worlds in the galaxy and to all devices that still maintained open channels of the former Galactic Alliance—thus reaching trillions upon trillions of citizen from the Core Worlds to the Outer Rim and beyond. He swiftly cleared his throat before beginning to speak.
”Citizen of the Galaxy, this is Admiral Raius, the former commander of the Fourth Fleet of the Galactic Alliance and the former senator of Corinno. I am speaking to you now as I stand in the hangar of a mighty device called the Star Forge, the future of our galaxy.”
He spoke with great poise and charisma, pausing but briefly as he kept his hands behind his back in a relaxed manner.
”For decades, your resources have been plundered and stolen by criminals and warlords alike. Unknown to you, however, all those resources have been shared by the pitiful remnant of the Galactic Alliance and the Hutt Cartel, the two powers funding and enabling the actions of the petty warlords across the galaxy.”
Raius once more paused briefly, raising his tone slightly to continue his speech.
”Me and my fleet have recently besieged Corellia, confiscating their shipyards and their records which act as proof of the many transactions between the Hutt Cartel and the Galactic Alliance to create fleets for war mongers and criminals. That shall continue no more. Me and my allies have returned to liberate the galaxy from their kind to restore peace, order and prosperity. With our fleet, we can defeat all of these criminals, and with the Star Forge we can provide you with infinite resources to provide you fuel, food and self-supplanting technology. Join us, join our NEW ORDER and FIGHT AGAINST YOUR OPPRESSORS!!”
The broadcast ended swiftly as the legions within the hangar shouted and hailed the might of the White Hand and the Order of Bogan, with their voices drowning the silence of the space itself. Raius looked upon his troops as if victoriously, finally being a step closer to achieving his goal of becoming the leader to rule the galaxy under Bogan—a promise he was given many decades ago. Unlimited power.
