From its humble beginnings through perceived missteps, from the expanse on the edges of space to the eventual crumble of its stockades, the empire is in its early form. Birthed in the dust and ashes of its former glory. Many lives lost across fields of yet untamed wilds. All that remains is the memory of an empire, the faded glimpse of a once great power, a force. Pulsing from the darkness real power, consuming, clawing to the surface. The dust is settling and rumblings are rising. An aria is coming, the song of war is razing the depths as we speak. The House of the Sith is awaken once more.