Fiction Activity Overview

Oh hey this guy is killing everyone
Should we do something about this
Eh why bother he's not after us eh
Let it go he'll get bored eventually

Oh crap did he just come after us
Great now we're all gonna fricken die
Hey look he's after those guys too
Guess we better team up to survive

Darkness and Death they pair,
like a cigar and fine wine.

From the shadows they both do come,
to take life and leave nothing.

In Darkness we found our ally 
In absence we see we're not alone 
For they are here with us 
Feel joint hate burning your soul 

We despise them more than you could know 
And their rage ignites us from within
But there's no escaping our bitter destiny
Bound in abhorrence, them and us

Bound in purpose by the Dark Lord,
They've pledged to battle the Iron Horde,
Across the stars until the final bell tolls
And Darth Pravus' head rolls

A pledge of honor behold the two;
Those whom serve the Sith King
And the Ascendant Fleet, too.
To which all their hopes cling.

When Death and and Dread stand together
And Shadow races over the land
Is there a chance for He Who Rules
To begin to withstand the tide

There is nothing but darkness
For as far as the eye can see
Only one will stand, the rest shall fall
The unstoppable force, or He Who Stands Above All

Walk ‘neath the halls of darkness, where allies
Cavort to bring down a tyrant leader.
Together they hope to find, the answer,
Before chaos once again destroys them:
One who remembers the old emperor,
Who, hid from sight, brought Jedi to heel;
A second, masters over life and death,
Will follow their king to oblivion.
The tertiary clan, per Kessel rules.
The shadows breathe, steps forth those who serve dark,
Another sworn oath turned aside to aid.

Strategy is their only solace here,
Against a monster, a beast in armor.
Strike when the shadows fall, extinguish light,
That the tyrant exudes in his own mind.
Hold fast as legions in iron approach,
The slaughter of all who resist their call.
A lure tossed into the sea of stars,
A tempting treat to one so arrogant.
The trap is placed, the wire strung, patience,
And the stroke of victory is complete.
*Sic simper tyrannis*, his slaves arise.

One clan under control of a Dread Lord,
The Iron Throne, trying to Ascend it
The other with the power over life and death,
working to become transcendent

With their powers combined
(Yelling 'wonder twins powers activate!')
They give their heart, soul and mind
(To stop Darth Pravus reign of hate)