Jutting out from the wild prairies of Dantooine stood an edifice to the Dark Side, sharp angular walls meeting at a flat truncated point which was visible from the surrounding bluffs and hills. Once it had been a Jedi Temple, dedicated to learning the tranquility of the Light Side of the Force amidst idyllic conditions, learning to become one with nature and coexist in perfect harmony.
That had long since been twisted by the Sith, the temple now standing in direct opposition to the environment that surrounded it. No animals ventured near the temple, and what grew was unsuitable for digestion. A wide paved road crisscrossed the hills surrounding the temple's perimeter, leading out and away to the nearby settlements which dotted the heavily farmed landscape.
Though the Sith ruled Dantooine, they had not left their mark on the world like they had others. There were no city-sized factories churning up the earth, breaking apart raw material to fuel their war machine. Instead, Dantooine's vast wilds had been converted into ample farmland to feed the growing Empire during its early years, before they had pushed further towards Dromund Kaas and the other Sith worlds. Despite having lost its prominence as the Empire's premier agriworld in recent years, Dantooine still supplied the Empire with a bountiful harvest every season.
And recent tidings had only increased the Empire's presence on the world, as the military garrison was expanded to accommodate the rapid influx of soldiers and war ordnance that precluded the New Imperial Order's assault on the system.
The Sith did not stand alone on the plains of Dantooine either, for they had made controversial pacts with other galactic powers in the name of law and order.
Standing alongside the scarlet banner of the Sith Eternal was the blocky cog of the Confederacy of Independent Systems and the stylized winged lightsaber of the Silver Jedi Concord. Strange bedfellows, often at odds with one another, brought together to face a threat that could upend the balance of the entire galaxy. Not the New Imperial Order, but the Bryn'adûl, which had recently carved out vast swaths of territory across Hutt space. They had even pushed the Silver Jedi and the Sith back on multiple fronts. Driven beyond mere conquest, the Bryn'adûl cleansed every world that came under their control, driving the native inhabitants into extinction.
This was a threat beyond the age-old rivalry of the Jedi and the Sith, it was a threat to the existence of the galaxy as they knew it. Stand together or fight among one another, the Bryn'adûl would come for them regardless.
Though this pact only extended to a united front against the Bryn'adûl, all sides found themselves banding together to defend one another from those who could destabilize the tenuous union of powers. This is why when the New Imperial Order came again to gnaw at the edges of the Sith Empire, the Confederacy and Concord were there with them. Not in their entireties, the decision to shake hands with the Sith was far too much for some to stomach, but there were enough there to stand alongside the Sith on the plains of Dantooine.
Perhaps chief among them was
Thurion Heavenshield
, once Grandmaster of the Silver Jedi, and the near-mythical Golden Lion of Midvinter.
Standing beside him, in the twilit gloom of the Sith Temple, was Darth Carnifex. Once the Dark Lord and Emperor of the Sith Empire, Carnifex had abdicated his position in favor of his great-uncle
Darth Prazutis
and his favored daughter
Joycelyn Zambrano
, who had assumed the mantles of Dark Lord and Empress respectively. They ruled jointly as the Sith Dyarchy, the powers wielded by Carnifex now hewn in twain and divided amongst them.
Carnifex sat in silence, legs crossed over one another, his eyes closed shut in concentration. For days leading up to the New Imperial Order's incursion, he had reached out through the Force, using the guile he had accrued over the many decades to influence the dreams of one who stood among their number. Though he was not an Imperial, he was of interest to the former Dark Lord regardless.
Carnifex had taken Arcanus' life many years before, striking him down after a pitched duel between the two of them. Though Arcanus' body had become one with the Force he left behind his lightsaber in death, Calesvol. The once-Emperor collected the lightsaber as a trophy, proof of his victory over the Jedi Master. Now that same lightsaber sat inert on the floor in front of him, the Emperor's own weapon, Derriphan, hovering in the air a meter away from him.
For a time there was absolute silence, little words traded between the arch-rivals of the Light and the Dark.
Then Carnifex spoke.
"They are coming," demonic eyes opening to stare directly at the High King, "They will come to us, I have foreseen it." He thought it amusingly strange and ironic that the two of them would be collaborating in such a manner, though for Carnifex it affected him far less than he suspected it affected Thurion. The once-Emperor was used to shifting alliances, he had grown quite pragmatic in that regard. It paid him no mind to temporarily align one's self with the Jedi to achieve a goal that was beneficial to himself.
The Jedi?
They were surprisingly uncompromising at times, mired in the duality of their respective orders and the vitriol which pervaded their rivalry.
"I hope that your appetite for battle has not eluded you, Thurion. I would hate to see you falter after all this time."