1 A little frosty.

<A frozen planet on the outer rim, 19BBY>

"My lord, our Drills seem to have hit some sort of temple, its has marks we have roughly been able to translate, they say that when the tomb beneath is opened, the galaxy will be destroyed and reforged by the Demi-God trapped within."

The Commander looked towards his clone troops, a scowl covered his face.

"We have finally found the temple. we have been told by the Chancellor himself that we need whatever is in here to end the war with the CIS, dig through the roof and then explore the Temple. Report back as you go."

"Affirmative."

*Bang*

"We have breached the roof and are now travelling through the hole we created, the line seems stable for now, someone drop a lamp down here."

*Clunk*

"Thank you, My Lord, it appears that there is some type of ancient droids stationed before an old door. The droids are covered in dust and snow, it is impossible to know how long they have been buried here, there are like nothing the CIS produces, their design is far more efficient than those clankers. They are golden coloured, move the snow and dust off that one Six. "

'Flamethrowers, rockets and blasters, they are military-grade, we need to leave.'

"My Lord, the Droids are military Grade, they have rockets, flamethrowers and Blasters although the weapons seem to be frozen. I suggest we fall back and wait for reinforcements to be safe."

*Creak*

The door in the room began to heavily creak under the pressure coming from the other side, slowly, the hinges holding it in place began to fall out, one by one. Screws and hinges covered the room, alarming the clones.

The rusty hinges slowly lifted themselves into the air, they began to rotate at an extremely rapid pace before they were flung into the 'heads' of the droids, taking them clean off. The door at this point had fallen down, an eerie pressure flooded into the room from the other side. Silence consumed the temple once more.

"My lord, please issue the order to retreat, we alone are not able to deal with this."

"You are to... seize the... make sure the... then denote the ..."

"My lord, please repeat your commands."

"Hissss..."

"Six, are the coms ok?"

The clone bent down, opening a small tablet, "They are all green commander, I don't know why we are unable to contact command."

"Come to me fake Mandalorians, you have set me free and will be rewarded for it."

4 of the troopers including Six rose to their feet abruptly and walked past the brown door into the eerie room.

"Six are you okay?"

"Do not resist me, commander, I only wish to reward you, all you have to do is follow the sound of my voice, come, celebrate our freedom"

Against his will, the Commander felt his body being dragged into the room by a force that was far above anything he had felt before.

Upon entering the room, the Commander noted, his fellow troopers standing still, staring at some sort of Cyro pod located slap bang in the middle of the room. On the dimly lit walls around him, the Commander could make out the small text, the same sentence over and over.

'Here lies the Bastard of a God, avoid him at all costs, if you have breathed the same air as him or heard his voice then it is too late for you. He killed a God and here he lies the fallen Prince, the Devil waiting to consume us all.'

The commander's head was forcibly pulled back towards the Cyro pod,

"My loyal clone, I need you to do a small favour for me, set me free. I need the blood of the free to open the last seal, the balance of the force being broken took out the other two. Set me free then we can party, don't you want to settle down with Martha from engineering? Set me free and you can imagine the cute children you will have together."

Against his will, visions began to invade the mind of the clone, he saw himself sitting on a rocking chair on a small farm, two small children playing in front of him, their toy of choice? small toy blasters that shot plastic bullets.

"Pew, Pew."

The boy shot his sister, who laughed and emptied her entire clip into her brother,

"Honey, can you leave the Kids there for a second and come and get the drinks?"

As the clone walked into the house, he was greeted by his wife being forced choked by a slim man in black robes, a golden Dragon sigil was carved into the robes.

"Thank you for freeing me the man said, your reward is this small glimpse of what you could have had if you had not walked into this temple."

The world when dark for the commander...

In the real world, the Commander walked towards the pod, cutting his hand, he placed it on the door.

*Blood of the free confirmed. Seal unlocking.*

As the seal came undone, a bald and naked man rose from the Pod, staring at the clone who was deep in a force vision, he smiled, raising his hand, he placed it gently onto the Clones helmet. The clone began to heavily spasm before his body shrank, his armour appearing to be way too big for him, the sound of a single breath was heard before the clone hit the floor.

The process was repeated for the other clones, the man sighed once it was done, Force drain always felt wrong to him however it was the quickest way to retune his powers with his weakened body, being forcefully frozen would leave anyone feeling a bit frosty after all...