PLANET OF KALEE, KALEESH ROSHKAN TRIBES
The Kaleesh were always warriors, always champions. They had seen nothing but war their entire live, and as a result, only believed in war. Death, to these creatures, was an honor. Just as it would be for Darth Renatus. The Sith Knight had come to Kaleesh for one purpose; to build his army. His first task was gaining their trust. Using Pirates the Dark Lord hired to stage an attack against the Kaleesh Tribes, he made the Kaleesh Warlords believe that they would never break free of the pirate onslaughts. That was, until Darth Renatus arrived and slaughtered the pirates, freeing the Kaleesh from losing everything they had. Trust had been established. The next part of his plan began shortly after.
The Sith Lord started training the Kaleesh. Not in the ways of the Force, but in the one true thing Darth Renatus had learned to Master during his entire life; Combat. He once sat among the Jedi Council as their Sword Master, and now he would pass down what he had learnt from years of war and battles to the Kaleesh. Slowly, he taught warriors how to be soldiers, and he taught the Kaleesh how to become conquerors.
Now, he was onto Organization. Quickly, he united the four of Primary Tribes under his banner, but the two refused to follow Renatus' lead. Thus, Renatus had come to the Roshkan Tribes, one of the resisting factions, to convince the Tribe War Chief to join his side... or his entire Tribe would perish over night.
Looking around the tent he was currently sitting in, the Sith Lord couldn't help but enjoy the scenery. Skulls from their kills in war, some recent and some ancient, decorated the entire roof of the structure. It was... peaceful. But, now the Sith Lord was growing impatient. The Roshkan War Chief had been droning on for the last hour about some ancient prophecy about the Darkness spreading through their world. Renatus barely paid attention to the long-winded story, that was, until a familiar name caught his ear.
"Wait... what did you say?"
"I said..." The War Chief began again in his Kaleesh dialect. "That we believe that until the dark taint on our homeland is removed, until the Spirit of Bane is put to rest, then we can and will not align ourselves with your... Empire."
The Spirit of Bane? Bane Nathos? Darth Renatus' mind whirled as past memories flooded to the forefront of his mind. The Boonta Eve Classic, the Kessel Mines... so many times Bane Nathos had tormented Kyle Solo. But Kyle was dead... and apparently, so was Bane.
"Where is the source of this dark taint?"