Solaire puts his helm on, it reflecting the sun in a brilliant shine. Among them now, with the emperor, Solaire, and eclipse, was the dead remains of the former clone empire. The soil stained red with the blood of millions upon millions of souls lost to the sith lord of old. Metal torn to ribbons, stained and rusted with the blood of innocence.
	"..This..is the carnage wrought by this..monster?" Logar asks, his eyes widening. He looks around, at the many skeletal remains strewn about, their flesh long sense picked clean by scavengers. The smell of death and decay would be strong enough to be smelt though the portal still open. Soon, however, metal begins to rustle, as the emperor and co spun around, expecting an ambush. What awaited them would be a welcome face to anyone who had known him.
	The fallen emperor stood among the wreakage, reforged into a warrior surpassing his past self. His body now stood even taller, reaching 20 feet tall. His body was laced with thick muscle, and his eyes were pure white, but one could feel his gaze.
	"..What brings you to this world?" He asks. "..We come to help rebuild." Logar says, and the fallen emperor smiles. He holds out a hand, and Logar takes it, commencing one of the manliest handshakes ever, the force of it causing a small crater to form underneath them.