Beyond the Force
by Shadow RangerDisclaimer: I do not own the Power Rangers, they belong to their respective copyright owners and are used here without permission. No money is being made from this fic. In addition some of the history in this universe is adapted and mangled from the Star Wars universe and belongs to the respective copyright owners.
Beyond the Force
The Emperor was dead. Darth Vader had turned upon his master as was the way of the Sith. The apprentice had killed the master and in doing so taken his place as master. Except Vader had died at the moment he had chosen to save his son and Anakin Skywalker had passed soon after. The master was dead, the apprentice was dead, and the only logical heir to the leadership of the Sith, was a Jedi who had already rejected the offerings of the dark side.
But the Empire was left without a leader, without the bond that until that time had bound them together in purpose. As the Death Star was destroyed and the rebels celebrated their victory, the remnants of the Emperor's forces tried to fill the gap left at the top of their hierarchy. Within days the Empire would be declared dead, within a few years the victories of the former rebellion would lead to them becoming the new authority. The New Republic would be born as the Imperial Remnant was driven away from their territory.
And the Emperor, Darth Sidious, had foreseen the possibility of his fall - albeit not at that moment at the hands of his Vader. He had anticipated that at some point Vader would train his son to where the boy would be ready to take the role of apprentice. And at that time the Emperor had planned to dispose of Vader and take the younger, complete Skywalker as his servant.
It had been a miscalculation to torture the boy. He realised in his final moments that Vader had truly believed that Sidious intended to kill the Jedi in order to break free from the dark side. Had Vader received a hint that the Emperor's intention was simply to bring Luke to the point where he was no longer able to resist, he would not have acted in the same way. It was a mistake he had not taken into account and it had cost him.
But all was not lost. Sidious had accepted his death was a possibility and had started preparations for such an occurrence shortly after the fall of the Jedi Order. The work was incomplete; there had not been time to resolve the flaws in his method of survival. In that split second between life and death where the body and mind were no longer capable of deciding such things... the will of the Emperor combined with the power of the Dark Side had ensured his continued albeit limited survival.
And one day the Emperor knew that he would rise again. The exact circumstance were not yet clear to him - for his survival had left him weakened to the point where any attempt to draw upon the power of the Force risked his existence. But he would grow stronger and in time he would unlock the answers and the path to resurrection. In the meantime, he left it to others to make certain that when he returned the galaxy would be ready to receive him.
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The contingency plan Darth Sidious had put in place ready for his demise had activated the moment that his survival had been confirmed to key personnel in the shattered chain of command. Orders were given, tactics rapidly devised. Upon his death the Emperor had desired to take advantage of the fall of the strict order he had imposed and the denial of those seeking to fill the void left behind. He wanted the galaxy to sink into chaos and for those that would oppose his return to find themselves defenceless against him.
The Sith were used to playing the long game. Previously they had waited centuries for the opportunity to present itself to seize power. Given that he was a master of the slow erasure of his enemies, it was no surprise the Sidious was prepared to wait decades for the pieces to fall into place.
In that time the forces formerly under his guidance were pitted in combat with the New Republic. The confrontations gradually diminished what remained of his fleet and with it the threat that the Empire represented. And as the Imperial Remnant grew weaker, so those shaping its successor turned their thoughts to peace, refusing to replace their diminishing fleet.
In the distant unknown part of the galaxy, a new junta under the leadership of Supreme Leader Snoke rose up. For a time it was a nuisance, but grew to become a new threat that plagued the New Republic. Along with the return of Empire's only surviving Grand Admirable, the former Emperor and any threat he might have posed were forgotten.
Decades later Darth Sidious would show himself once more, revealing his existence as part of a plot to secure his return to full strength. But that is a story for another time. This tale is about the events Sidious had not anticipated as his contingency plans activated without his instruction and outside of his control.
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The Emperor had not been foolish enough to rely upon a single path to survival. Even as his true consciousness awakened in a poorly constructed clone body, a signal had been sent to activate a separate operation to create a successor.
At the moment of the Emperor's death, sensors monitoring the health of the Sith Lord had detected his demise. An alarm had been raised, actions had been taken to activate his replacement, a being that Sidious had designed to act as a puppet in his absence. Aboard the command ship of a hidden fleet, the crew gathered to awaken their new leader: Morgoth. Morgoth was an artificial being programmed with the memories and knowledge of Sidious.
The plan had been that upon his death, the Emperor's mind would seek out Morgoth's body and merge with it. However, due to the intervention of the Force deciding the fate of Sidious, that did not happen and at the moment of his awakening Morgoth received the vision of a new destiny, which required a change of plan. Thus Morgoth's first command caused the fleet to alter course and head out into the unexplored regions of space.
Time passed, millions of years in the blink of an eye. Emperor Morgoth led the Black Fleet through space, seeking out new territories to conquer. As they passed through the many galaxies, Morgoth's scientists were ordered to modify the cloning technology that had given him life. First Morgoth designed a new breed of clones that were physically and mentally superior to those that had come before. They would serve to govern his newly won territories, extending his reach without risking a loss of control.
Then for each of his offspring, his scientists engineered ways to enhance previous clone batches to serve his 'children'. The continued research led to unexpected discoveries about the universal energy field that they drew upon in combat. The new clones managed to unlock a more powerful, less controllable and highly destructive form of energy. While it was not without its drawbacks when compared to the previous form, it did not require the same level of control to access it.
With their new soldiers ready, the fleet moved from one galaxy to the next, leaving half their forces in place after they conquered it as the bulk of the fleet continued onward. Those left behind were charged with the task of quelling any resistance to the new regime as the expeditionary force pressed on, replacing those they left behind with a new batch of clones as they travelled. Once those they left behind gained complete control over their new territory, they would send conscripts from the planets under their dominion to reinforce the continuing effort.
Morgoth's fleet had many advantages over their enemies, from ships that could strip a planet of its vital minerals and turn them into ships, to soldiers trained to use the Power offensively. The rejuvenated Morgoth - for he had found a means to renew his body when it deteriorated - had developed a method of ruling his expanding empire through the use of puppet administrations. By the use of electronics and dark rituals, the children left behind to oversee the Emperor's efforts acted as the eyes, ears and mouthpiece of their father while he made the important decisions. As such he was able to extend the new network of empires beyond the boundaries of one man's control. By the end of his life time he had conquered a vast area and left it in the hands of his thirty children.
Eventually even Morgoth's extensive knowledge could not prevent him from succumbing to the effects of old age. He was replaced by Sauron, another artificial being based upon Morgoth that the emperor had raised as his heir. The dark forces had conquered countless galaxies, although it had taken millions of years since they first departed from their home worlds; that constant stream of conquests was about to come to an end; the fleet had arrived on the border of a young, but rapidly evolving galaxy.
By now the Black Fleet's database was filled with facts that the Emperor and his servants had discovered about the Power. They had studied and identified the different types of energy, how to used them and even categorised them according to their properties. The groups that feel into the category known as Magic were of special interest. Magic was a very powerful, extremely volatile force that could be wielded to some degree by anyone. The scholars had researched the different methods of using it both direct and indirect. It gave the new Emperor's forces a distinct advantage.
Morgoth would have been disappointed with Sauron. While genetic engineering had allowed him to improve the quality of his children, it had not managed to capture the true greatness of Morgoth. Sauron lacked much of the original's power, his knowledge and his influence. Within a few decades the control Morgoth had held over his territories had been lost. Sauron could not command Morgoth's children in the same way and due to problems dealing with the constant input, he failed to notice that many of Morgoth's gains had simply slipped from his grasp and instead of fixing the problem, he had decided to start anew.
The planets of Devadec and Frostfall were the the political centres around which the galaxy revolved. At least those that populated the two planets liked to think so. Deverdec was where the home of the Galactic Senate where the politicians met to discuss matters of great importance and then got side tracked in matters of personal interest. Frostfall as the headquarters for the self-appointed protectors of the peace.
Over time the need for separate planets became obvious as some of those protectors tried to appoint themselves senators. They were robbed of any illusion that they could take such actions, and as a result only succeeded in convincing members of the Galactic Senate to place strict rules upon the way the High Guard handled their affairs.
Peace reigned throughout the Galaxy since very few dared to challenge the power of the High Guard. But as the High Guard and their political rulers started to believe they were invincible, their unwillingness to look beyond their galaxy would prove their undoing; beyond those boundaries the Universe was a sinister place.
Sauron had been pleased with the reports. While the High Guard and the Galactic Senate were a hurdle, they were distracted with petty infighting, Sauron decided that their territory would become the heart of his new empire and mobilised an expeditionary force in their direction. In doing so he left many of his followers behind to consolidate the few systems they had recently gained and to expand his army. Sauron had revised Morgoth's preferred method of conquest. As his fleet passed through a territory, Sauron would mobilise his forces to destroy those most likely to oppose him. Then once those defences were broken, he would leave a small part of his fleet to establish complete control while he moved onward.
Some of the territories he had conquered had subsequently annexed neighbouring galaxies and sent reinforcements to the front line. Most had not and had eventually lost contact. Sauron maintained order within his struggling empire with an iron fist. He never questioned whether those he left behind actually succeeded, nor did he understand that his fleet had shrunk considerably due to the lack of reinforcements.
Sauron's arrival had been expected long before his vessel appeared. The advanced forces he had sent to gather information had also targeted key locations. News of the atrocities committed by some of his advanced forces made his name something to be feared. To the High Guard though he was considered just another minor threat trying to make a name for himself. While this demonstrated how arrogant the High Guard had grown, it also meant that the advanced party had grabbed their attention.
For once Sauron changed his strategy and instead of pushing his fleet toward the political centre of the galaxy, he chose to conquer worlds on the outer fringes. Billions of lives were lost on countless worlds as his fleet cleansed whole systems just to form a staging ground. From his throne world, Sauron looked upon his kingdom and directed the attacks.
It was a terrible mistake by the High Guard's leadership not to intervene as soon as Sauron entered their territory. By waiting and denying the threat that he posed, they lost the opportunity to halt his campaign. After the twelve worlds of the Zodia system fell to his forces, they realised the threat he posed. By that time his forces had gained momentum and would prove almost impossible to stop.
Some of the High Guard did fight, stepping outside of their roles and turning their backs on the ruling council. They called themselves Defenders and placed themselves on planets they thought Sauron would target. Most who did fight were killed, fuelling the High Guard's belief that non-interference was the safest and most prudent course of action. But while the Defenders' deaths did little to encourage the High Guard to uphold their oath of service, they inspired the ordinary populations of worlds under threat to take up arms; the High Guard's role was becoming less and less important as the people protected themselves.
A new armada of space ships was sent to battle Sauron's fleet. Thousands worlds united to defeat the threat. The Galactic Senate turned their back on the High Guard, a move which caused the High Guard's leader protest and later threaten to replace the elected body of representatives with a body of their choosing. In the end, the High Guard backed down and the Galactic Senate moved to unite the people ready for war. Despite losing the argument, the respect of the people and some of their respected members, the High Guard refused to join the campaign. They refused to sanction any action against Sauron and threatened those that took such action with severe sanctions. There was a growing fracture within the membership of the High Guard that served to strengthen Sauron's position. The war was being fought on too many fronts and Sauron's forces seemed to grow daily.
It was a long and difficult battle, and the defending army was vastly outnumbered. It was through the use of underhanded tactics and unprecedented amounts of luck that they won a number of small victories that would eventually lead to Sauron's defeat. While he was distracted by a string of attacks on his lead vessels, Sauron failed to notice the small fleet that departed to the outer regions of the galaxy before slipping passed his security forces. It was a small strike that only managed to destroy a single relay station and cost the lives of all those involved, but it effectively shut down the Emperor's communications.
The second strike pitted the galaxy's fleet against one of Sauron's weaker forces. The fleet was destroyed, bolstering the galaxy's forces and pushing them to fight even harder. Those members of the High Guard that had joined the battle led their forces bravely. Their dedication and values meant they were highly respected and inspired others to improve themselves.
Sauron did not take the resistance lightly. He decided that both the Galactic Senate and the High Guard were threats to his plans. And as other divisions of his fleet were destroyed, he realised that a message needed to be sent. As the defending army drove Sauron's forces away from a planet they had recently conquered, and destroyed a portion of his army for good measure, the Emperor decided to make a decisive strike at the very heart of the Galactic Senate and destroy the High Guard at the same time.
Sauron's chosen vessel was a mighty space station based on technology deployed by the first Emperor so long ago. Much larger than its predecessor, it had an outer ring and a smaller battle station that acted as a tug to move it through space. The massive super cannon was its main weapon, although it was also capable of tearing planets to pieces and draining them of their vital resources. Its resistance to most forms of attack marked it as a potent weapon.
Leaving his fleet to obliterate the opposing armada, he directed the battle station into orbit around the planet Frostfall. From there he launched the bombardment of Devadec, unaware that the Galactic Senate had already relocated to a nearby world. After watching this act of open hostility, the High Guard finally decided to make preparations for his arrival. It was almost laughable that they hadn't expected him to destroy their world and he couldn't believe they were foolish enough to expect him to leave them alone if they failed to lift a hand against him. As soon as he saw that they were starting to become organised, he fired one of the vessel's more volatile weapons and watched in delight as the once proud world crumbled from within.
It was hours later that Sauron returned to the scene of his recent triumph. There he witnessed the success of his weapon and decided to collect some spoils of war. He had heard stories of the High Guard and the treasures they held in their vaults. After finding the vaults, he assigned one of his commanders to transfer their contents to to a place where he could review them later.
In the months and years that followed, Sauron tore the galaxy apart. The Galactic Senate had escaped his wrath the first time, but the second time they were destroyed. The remnants of the High Guard were hunted down mercilessly. Whole planets were rendered lifeless as Sauron sent a message to those that would oppose him. Instead of pushing through the galaxy at speed, his fleet took its time and made certain that nothing survived the purge.
The Master-At-Arms, the leader of what remained of the galaxy's forces, was dead. Sauron had sought him out personally and had taken great satisfaction in ending his meddlesome existence. With him gone there seemed very little hope left for the galaxy.
But Sauron had made a mistake. Unknown to the Emperor, the people of the planet where the Master-At-Arms had made his stand had discovered the existence of powerful beings that watched over their world. They considered them gods and worshipped them, not understanding that their belief allowed the so-called gods an influence on their world that intensified that belief and the power the gods exerted. These gods were petty, vindictive, imperfect beings, but they cared for those that worshipped them since their power relied upon the psychic energy released by such acts of worship.
When Sauron had devastated the planet, he had angered those gods. And while they were unable to fight him themselves, they capable of inspiring others to take up arms against him. They searched the charred remains of the planet and finally located a survivor. The young woman had been injured, yet had continued to pray to the gods for help. They chose to answer her prayers with a display of their power, rebuilding her broken body into that of the new Master-At-Arms.
The new Master-At-Arms was granted gifts by her gods that would help her in her task of stopping Sauron. In addition to the ability and skills needed to fight, perhaps the most precious gift she received was true knowledge of the Power. For the first time since the Morphin Masters from which she had descended, somebody understood the nature of the Power and how to use it. She now understood more about the magical forces that spread throughout existence than anyone else. She understood the nature and origin of the Power, how it was divided and the ways of directing a part of it. She was also granted the skills to forge armour strong enough to handle the volatile energy. It was strange that it had been the gods that had passed on such knowledge when even they would be vulnerable should she use it against them.
Using a spell to locate those worthy of the new powers she could bestow, those whose families had once been a part of the Morphin Masters' congregation, she collected them from where they had hidden and brought them to her location. Unlike the Master-At-Arms, they had followed a legacy of science and learning. They were familiar with the Power and the technology of old, although the failure of one generation after another to replicate the Ascension had caused them to question the legitimacy of their ancestors. Being inexperienced and having only a rudimentary knowledge of lesser magic, they hardly noticed when the Power used the natural pathways within their bodies to create its own links.
The Power took what it found and after a short ritual, Geki, Keidan, Boi, Goushi, Mei, Burai, Shoji and Daigo had been transformed into the galaxy's newest hope. And just like their ancestors, millions of years in the future they would simply be called: The Squadron.
Nobody knew how much or how little time had passed. When in contact with the Power, time itself could be manipulated. There was no sense of urgency as the ritual continued. Together they had followed her instructions and forged their own suits of armour, using the Power to locate and retrieve the materials needed. The results were at first glance crude and extremely heavy; they had spent much time building their muscles to the point where they were comfortable moving in the heavy armour plates that covered the flexible material next to their skin.
"The High Guard have failed in their obligation to protect. You will succeed. You are pure of body, mind and soul. The people of the universe seek justice, not the arrogance of those that came before. It cries out for protection not domination. Evil has gained a foothold because those claiming to be good men did nothing..."
She turned to study her team. They had come a long way in a very short time and she was proud of them. They had accepted themselves and each other and that made the worthy of the Power. And in response the Power was aiding them, teaching both students and their mater what needed to be done.
"The time has come for you to take up arms against evil. The powers you have sought and built are now yours. So long as you are true to yourselves and united by the bonds you have built, the Power will aid you."
A series of golden plates had been positioned on their armour during construction. They had believed them to be purely decorative and had even protested that they were pointless additions. Now they discovered the truth as the gold acted as a conductor, channelling the raw power into the metallic plates. The decorative plating on their outer armour and the gold threads running through the inner layer bound the armour together. At their sides each carried a large gun and a sword bearing the owner's mark. Each had forged an additional weapon they could call on through their armour, but the concentration required to summon such weapons meant they were used only when absolutely necessary.
"Sauron does not understand the powers you now posses, but he has certainly detected our activity," the Master-At-Arms spoke. "His servants are elsewhere at this time, but he has not yet finished with this world."
In fact Sauron had detected a massive burst of unknown energy and was likely curious about its nature. Since he lacked the true understanding of the Power that the Master-At-Arms had been granted, he would not understand the significance.
"How do we fight him?"
"The Power will guide you," she answered.
Geki, grinned. "Let's get out there."
Sauron had been drawn back to the planet and for some reason had decided to investigate the abnormal energy readings himself. He had temporarily assumed an armoured form to make movement easier. It was a technique that had proven useful over the years, though it took a great deal of effort to control.
He appeared near to where the Master-At-Arms had been and immediately sensed that something had changed. The troops he had sent ahead were gone; as were the huge land walkers he had set to High Guard the planet. He was at once alert. A scream caught his attention and he spun around to be confronted by the corpse of one of his troops, although he would never know who it was because the armour was scorched beyond recognition. Instinct dictated his next move as he tried to teleport back to the safety of his vessel. The planet was obviously not devoid of life, yet. Nothing happened, no matter how hard he tried and eventually he gave up. Something was going on and he had to be alert.
A burst of pink streaked across the sky and narrowly missed his shoulder. The air above him flashed brightly. He was under attack.
"Show yourself!" he bellowed. "Who dares to attack me?"
The pink shape moved back across the landscape, this time at a pace where he could make out the shape. It was a giant animal, a Firebird to be exact, which was partially solid, but mostly magical energy. On the top he could see a lone figure riding the mighty beast out of combat.
"We dare," a calm voice announced.
Sauron spun around to see seven figures in fighting stances, each with their swords drawn and ready. In a beam of pink fire an eighth member joined them.
"YOU dare to attack me?" he asked, twisting the words so they sounded like an insult.
"You are guilty for the destruction of untold worlds," Shoji answered. "The High Guard would have remained uninvolved if you had left them alone. But instead you showed an evil heart; all evil must be challenged and conquered."
"Fools, I am more powerful than you could imagine. I need only to teleport back to my ship and I will destroy this world."
"Then we'll have to make sure you don't leave," said a new voice.
The Master-At-Arms stood ready for action, her long staff poised to strike.
"Full power now!" Burai called.
At once their battle armour charged with energy. Red, green, black, yellow, pink, blue, and purple metal glowed brightly, highlighted by the thin layer of gold that had been attached as decoration. The upper section shone white with a gold trim, as were the bands surrounding the tops of their gloves and boots. On the left breast they wore a gold image of their spirit animal. The material on their arms and legs were predominantly their individual colour. Their heavy helmets were shaped to resemble the heads of the animals they had glimpsed during their training. Their swords were replaced by a staff in that matched the colour of their armour.
Shoji was the exception. His armour was mostly white with gold and black gauntlets around the tops of the boots, gloves and on the belt. A black and gold shield covered his chest with shoulder pads bearing the image of his spirit animal on the centre of the front. His helmet resembled the face of a tiger. In his hand was a long golden sword.
"Surround him!" the Master-At-Arms ordered.
The fighters surrounded Sauron and after forming a circle, joined hands. They raised their arms into the air and joined hands.
"We call on the Power," the Master-At-Arms intoned. "Destroy this villain and vanquish this great evil!"
Sauron was worried. He didn't understand exactly what they were doing, but he could tell that they were calling on powerful forces. He also realised that since he had devastated the planet, there was no organic life he could pervert to his ends. There were no useful minerals in the soil from which to construct weapons. Sauron knew that by his own hand he had placed himself at a severe disadvantage.
"This is the end of the line Sauron," Red told him. "Your evil ends here today."
Realising he could not escape, Sauron shifted his form slightly so he could improve his chances. His armour and skin merged and his muscle tone increased to provide extra strength. This was his chosen form, he preferred it because of the added protection his metallic body provided. A deadly black blade appeared in his hands. It had no highlights and seemed to swallow daylight into its depths. He called it Hell Bearer.
The eight warriors fired their weapons, attempting to circle around Sauron as they did so in hopes of catching him off High Guard.
"Is this what you call playing fair?" Sauron taunted as he batted away several of their blasts. "Trying to sneak behind an enemy you already out number doesn't sound very fair to me."
"Since when have you fought fair?" Yellow Griffin asked in response. "Firing upon worlds from space doesn't seem fair to me. You can't expect us to follow rules that you wouldn't even consider."
A lucky blast from Shoji knocked Sauron off his feet, allowing them to concentrate their fire. Although Sauron refused to entertain the notion that anything the warriors did could cause him serious injury, their blasts were keeping him pinned and more vulnerable than he liked.
"Enough!" he cried suddenly as he released his sword.
The blade spun end over end towards the eight warriors until it connected with Green's blade. Sparks flew as the evil blade absorbed the energy within the warrior's weapon. The green clad warrior hurriedly shifted out of the way and watched as Sauron's sword fell to the ground.
In the instant the others took their eyes off their opponent to watch Green, Sauron was about to scramble away from his predicament. Raising his hand he summoned his sword and attacked.
"Mei, look out!" Red warned as Sauron directed his assault towards the female warrior.
For her part Mei was a highly skilled warrior with the aggressiveness and determination that set her people apart from other races. Before Sauron had started his reign of terror, her world had been a planet of land dwelling life forms. It had been during his early assault that the villain had cursed the entire race so they could not retain moisture. He had then flooded their world, leaving the people with no choice but to adapt to their changing environment.
As Sauron approached she pulled both her sword and blaster. She caught his sword with her own and used her blaster to damage the weapon. When that failed, she dispensed with the weapons and opened up with a violent onslaught of punches and kicks. The villain stumbled back wondering where these fighters had found such strength? He turned and ran straight into Purple.
Daigo did not bother with weapons. She used her powerful limbs to strike at Sauron's armour. Her first few blows kept him off balance so that she could land kicks to his jaw and shoulder. Her left fist connected with his chin as her right hand, now bearing her staff positioned itself next to his chest.
Even when her opponent went down Daigo did not relent. Her planet had not been as lucky as Mei's. Sauron had considered her world a threat and exterminated it outright. It was vengeance that had fuelled Daigo's determination over the last few months and years. It was rage that created the adrenaline that allowed her to continue punching long after she had cracked the bones in her hand.
"Power Staffs!" Red ordered.
The long staffs started to glow. In an attack pattern they had perfected during their brief training encounters, the Soldiers lunged forward. White and Green drove the points of their staffs into the villain's shoulders, driving him to the ground and preventing further movement. Blue and Purple were next, securing his ankles to the ground. Taking the opportunity to disarm him, Red slammed his staff into Sauron's wrist. The Yellow hooked the sword away allowing Black and Pink to destroy it with their weapons.
Sensing he would not triumph against such determined opponents, Sauron used one of the techniques he had discovered to make himself grow. He drew energy into his cells, causing them to expand. As his body expanded, he reached out and seized Purple and Black in his mighty fists. As his body increased in size he applied greater pressure to his captives, laughing as he felt their armoured bodies succumb to his might.
The others looked up, shocked by the appearance of the giant and the destruction of their friends. Despite the temptation to abandon the plan and seek revenge, they clamped down on their anger, honoured the sacrifice of their comrades and concentrated on their task. In their hearts they knew it was their best chance to avenge the fallen.
"Powers Merge!"
Sauron reacted on instinct, believing that with the powers they had demonstrated so far, a merger of those abilities would prove a powerful attack. He hand moved protect his face and swipe aside the inevitable attack. As such it took a moment for Sauron to realize he had been tricked; the students had never intended for their attack to stop him or in anyway harm him. It was a simple light show designed to make him react as he had in the knowledge that doing so would obscure his vision and allow the Master-At-Arms to move into position. Although her plan had been based on his original height, she adapted through the use of another enchantment that duplicated his previous feat. The young heroes grew to giant proportions and were able to seize his limb, binding him in place as she unleashed another spell.
Since the time that the lesser beings had assumed responsibility for the cosmos, there had been way to punish those that chose the dark path. Although it normally relied upon technology to transform a being into energy, it was possible to duplicate the effect through magic. The spell she used was based upon the art of teleportation. Those it struck were reduced to atoms and dispersed throughout the cosmos. Sadly, there was no way to distinguish between the struggling villain and brave heroes that held him in place.
Thanks to the eight warriors and their great sacrifice, Sauron was no longer a threat. And thanks to the Master-At-Arms who would spend the rest of her life recording the knowledge she had acquired, the cosmos would one day rediscover the truth about the Power...
...So long as she was allowed to share her work.
The defeat of Sauron heralded the end of the High Guard as the accepted protectors of the cosmos. Their refusal to act against the dark fleet and their attempt to seize power meant they were no longer trusted. By the decree of the Galactic Senate, the High Guard were no longer allowed to act as a galactic force. Instead planets were allowed to assemble their own Guardian forces to remain at the sufferance of the planet's people. In time many worlds decided that the expense of maintaining such a force was not worth the limited protection such forces represented and disbanded them. Soon only a dozen worlds maintained an army of High Guard.
A new order had been on the rise for some time, following the teachings the Master-At-Arms had assembled. The noble warriors that had sacrificed themselves to defeat Sauron had become a shining example to be emulated by later generations. Their exploits led to new teachings that were carried beyond their own galaxy and mixed with the teaching recently revealed by a visitor from the Morphin Masters. It was their actions that inspired those that would follow as much as the words from their ancestors.
But the story of the eight warriors was not finished. Their connection to the Power had been such that even upon death it had remained. Now free of the boundaries of the flesh, they found themselves altered and fully capable of using the Power without restriction. No longer bound by the limitations of time, they chose to use their new freedom to protect the cosmos from darkness as they were welcomed to a new existence as part of the Morphin Grid.
Epilogue
Few would have expected Sauron to survive his ordeal. His atoms had been scattered across the universe. When they reverted to matter, very little remained. In fact compared to the being that had been hit by the spell, what remained could be considered space dust bound together by the power of his will and the awesome energy he wielded. It was enough, and given that he had been expected to die from the attack, his new location allowed him the opportunity to recover, rebuild his empire and then assume his previous role.
It would take time, but he knew that the Power held the answers he needed. Through the Grid he would find those capable of aiding him. And with the dark energies at his disposal he would find a new body.
And far away in another dimension, a creature darker than Sauron and Sidious grinned in anticipation of what was to come.
End