Star Wars: The Force must Die
My name is Vougal Vorran, Second of My Name, Duke of Volantis, Warden of her Moon Vorr.
My father taught me early that there are only two truths in the galaxy: Fear and Hunger. The wise man learns which he can control.
I have devoted my life to control.
They call Volantis a paradise, a world where every continent ripens under the sun. Fools see credits in the grain; I see an empire in every stalk. The Core Worlds forget how fragile they are. Remove a single harvest, and Coruscant’s spires become tombs. Remove two, and the Republic itself crumbles into dust.
That is power—not fleets, not credits, but provision.
Yet the galaxy has once again chosen war. One month Ago, on a barren world called Geonosis, the Republic unsheathed its newest toy: a clone army bred in secret, commanded by Jedi who call themselves peacekeepers. They speak of defense, but I have seen their kind before. Every generation breeds its zealots. Every zealot thinks his cause divine.
My advisors ask what side I will choose. As though sides matter in This War.
Let the politicians gamble in the Senate Chambers. In the end, all Will bow before me.
Still… I cannot shake a certain restlessness. Perhaps it is the ghost of my forebears whispering from the marble halls. My ancestor, Edward the First, wrote that empires die not from the sword but from the empty table. His words echo through my blood even now.
He who controls the grain, Controls Empires.
So let the Republic and its traitorous offspring devour one another. When they have finished, they will come to me.
And I shall be Emperor.
THIS IS AN AU!!!
raynei_achilles · TV