Deep Core Channels – Secure Sith Transmission
From the heart of the Star Forge, Darth Sidious initiated a secure hyperspace communication. Invisible to Republic sensors and even to most Imperial networks, this signal pulsed through encrypted Sith channels a relic of Rakatan technopathy and Sith code intertwined.
Within moments, holo-forms shimmered into view, projecting the likenesses of powerful individuals: industrial magnates, shipyard executives, and weapons manufacturers across the galaxy.
Kuat Drive Yards. Sienar Systems. Rendili Hyperworks. The Trade Federation's remnants. Techno Union survivors. Even secret elements of the Banking Clan.
They bowed in respect, though unease filled the air.
"You summoned us, Lord Sidious," murmured the Kuat representative.
Palpatine's shadowed figure leaned forward from the Star Forge's throne-like command node. "Phase Three begins now."
Eyes widened. Whispers traveled across the projection grid.
"That fast?" whispered the Neimoidian liaison.
"Silence," Sidious commanded, voice like the crushing of stone. "You will do as I instruct. The Republic is dead. The Jedi are broken. My Empire is eternal and its engine has awakened."
He opened a gloved hand, revealing a three-dimensional map. Its center blazed with coordinates erased from all star charts: Exegol.
"From this point forward," he continued, "your corporations will begin funneling ship components, superlaser fragments, starfighter cores, and hyperdrive arrays into designated smuggling lanes. You will claim they're surplus, lost, decommissioned. I will handle oversight. You will not be discovered."
"What of the final assembly?" asked the Sienar director. "A fleet of that magnitude cannot be hidden forever."
A dark grin crept across the Emperor's face.
"You need not build them," he said. "I already am."
The Forge Reborn
Within the Star Forge's abyssal interior, raw material streamed through massive conduits molten alloys, stripped armor, hypermatter cores. But now, these were joined by smuggled ship parts disguised as industrial waste, rerouted by Palpatine's agents and the Sith Eternal cultists.
They were broken down, reformed, and reforged.
But the Forge did not merely replicate what it was given.
It evolved it.
Ships produced by the Star Forge bore no registry. No allegiance. No Republic serials or traceable hull codes. They were sleek, black, shaped like daggers, like phantoms. Each was embedded with ancient Sith enhancements dark-imbued metals that resonated with the Force, cloaking them in shadows even scanners could not penetrate.
In massive hangars, hundreds of these vessels floated silent, waiting.
From smaller infiltrator corvettes to titanic command ships powered by hypermatter reactors, a new navy was being born not for the current Empire, but for the final one.
And they were not being sent to the core worlds.
They were being sent far beyond, to a place where even Jedi legend feared to tread.
The Shadow Route Journey to Exegol
Hidden in storm-veiled corridors of the Unknown Regions, Sith cultists navigated treacherous hyperspace routes charted only in Rakatan glyphs and Sith holocrons. These vessels traveled one by one, avoiding detection, disappearing into the Shadow Route.
Their destination: Exegol.
There, in the bleakness of a planet scarred by time and war, massive drydocks were already under construction streets of lightning-scorched soil now layered with black-metal towers and vast lightning conductors.
The hidden world of the Sith Eternal pulsed with devotion, technology, and death.
As each vessel arrived, the cultists cheered in reverence.
For this was not a navy.
This was a prophecy fulfilled.
The Emperor's Vision
Back aboard the Forge, Sidious stood in silent reverie, gazing at the galactic map before him.
He could see the future now:
The Empire's surface forces would maintain control, drawing the eyes of senators, rebels, and remnants.
The Death Star would be completed and used as intended.
Vader would continue hunting Jedi, crushing resistance.
But deep beneath it all… beyond even Vader's understanding… his true army would grow.
When the time came when the galaxy was ready, broken, and divided he would emerge once more.
Not as Emperor.
But as God-Emperor.
Not with one Death Star.
But with thousands of ships, each more terrifying than the last.
And with his next apprentice more powerful than any Jedi or Sith before him.
A child born of darkness, guided from birth.
"Let them have their rebellion," he whispered.
"They will face annihilation."