A Strange New World 
by JediAl11
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Darkness, emptiness. They were beyond anything he ever sensed before. The place was abuzz with the whispers of the Force, but they all were chaotic, uncontrolled. His senses were stretched to the max, but there was not even a shadow of either Sith or Jedi. This place, this planet he was now stranded on, was never part of the Republic or the Sith empire. If the case was otherwise, there would be something here to sense. A word drifted through his mind “stranded”. And that was precisely what he was. Slowly, painfully Aleks opened his eyes. Out of the cockpit of his ship, a dome full of stars, stared mercilessly at him. His scanners by now looked at every single one of them. None were on any of the charts to be found in the extensive databases of his craft. And to add something to this insult of fate, the closest one appeared to be.....oh about a lifetime away, give or take. With no coordinates to rely on, there was no way he could use his hyper drive to reach any of the stars. Not that reaching them would do him any good. Scans revealed that none, yes none of the stars in the immediate visibility range had any planets, inhabitable or otherwise. 
The fate could be so cruel. The Dark Lord's mind wandered, slipping through the cracks of time. He was victorious. His enemies were at his feet, and all the power of the ancient Lords of the Sith, was at his command…And than he was killed. Jedi sent an army and he was overwhelmed and killed, the last of his power used to transfer his essence to this cloned body. It was a very good body. It had none of the scars and infirmities that plagued his old form, but it was a clone…and the power that once permeated him, was also gone. Aleks remembered the tumble through the darkness, when the stars got drunk and were dancing the Twi’lek mating dances inside his head. And then there was light and a continent consuming the cockpit's view port, and him screaming, fighting the controls afraid to die again, for this time, he knew it would be the last time. 
He remembered the panic. In time he will use it to fuel his anger, and than those responsible for him being here would pay their toll in blood. He will feed on their fear of him, and he will see their hopes burn, like his did. For he was still alive, and he had every plan to stay this way. 
But there were things to get done beforehand. He had to figure out where he was. Aleks winced at the memory of his previous attempt on a reconnaissance mission. Girls with wings, shooting balls of energy. Humans with powers that had nothing to do with the Force. Little Krayt dragons, that seemed to like nibbling on peoples shoes, and could communicate through telepathy. And no one, absolutely no one who knew anything about everything that was so real to him, just a few weeks before. But the Sith were not ones to give up easily. Just before the end of his brief skirmish with the strange locals he heard a mention of “dimension travelers”. The concept of multiple dimensions was nothing new to him. Many Sith, unsatisfied with the power that could be gained in this world, tried searching for it in some other. Maybe some of those “dimension travelers” would be able to help him. 
Aleks looked out at the planet floating beneath his ship…and at last a smile crossed his face. The inhabitants may have any power they wish, but just as anywhere else, there were those who walked on the path of the Dark Side. And those could always be persuaded to help. Every door has a key; every saga has a beginning, and this Sith will have his revenge….in this life or the next.