Fury-class transports were commonly utilized by prominent Sith Warriors and Sith Inquisitors as their bases of operations throughout important missions on which they were assigned. For this the interior included a large communications room with a holoprojector, as well as cabins for the ship's crew and a conference room.

The bridge was located in the center at the front of the ship. It featured numerous computer panels as well as seats for the pilot and co-pilot, all overlooked by the commanding officer's seat in the center of the bridge. The weaponry of the Imperial interceptor was four high powered laser cannons and missiles to inflict a large amount of damage in a short time along with military grade shielding in order to survive space battles and starfighter combat situations. The Imperial Interceptor was also easily upgradable for a variety of situations.

Now, however, they were used by the New Sith Empire. Being largely outdated, they were modernized by the IRB - Imperial Research Bureau. It was a number of state funded facilities, which was split in different branches, specializing in creating own kinds of techs. In order to get there, you have to pass numerous tests with the highest results.

One of that ships was a gift from the Emperor to Komand on her birthday. Well, he knew how to make a unique present. Usually it was a car, and he gifted her a starship armed to teeth. Currently that ship was approaching the capital of the steadily growing Empire. Danny let her visit the prisoner. Not much of a prisoner, actually, Admiral Sul'r was put under home arrest. Phantom didn't want to make his friend feel bad, so he didn't throw him in prison. No, he was put under guard in his apartment in the city under constant watch.

The biggest punishment he had was watching the daily news.

Komand landed on special landing platform and went out of the ship. The platform remained separated from the rest of spaceport, so it won't bother anyone. She then took a taxi and got to the apartments. They were positioned on considerable distance from the Government District, for safety reasons. Well, actually, the district only consisted the Palace, but it was big enough to be considered one. The government consisted only the council of Grand Moffs and Military leadership, all of which were doing their job inside the special hall.

After entering the building Komand used the elevator to get upstairs. One door in particular stood out because of two guards standing near it. They were dressed in red armor and pointed red open helmets, with vibrospikes in their hands. When they saw her, the guards let her in, knowing that she was permitted to enter.

Moving through the small corridor, Komand entered the living room. She found Sul sitting on a sofa in front of TV in half asleep condition.

"Father," she called and the former admiral looked at her.

"Ah, Komand," he greeted, shifting on his seat. "Back from your 'Master's' campaigns?" He asked sarcastically.

Komand sighed, sitting nearby on a soft couch. "When will you stop that?"

"When everything is back to normal," the old man grumbled.

"And by normal you mean how it was before?" Komand asked, crossing her hands.

"Yes."

"You talk about it every time we meet, father. Could at least ask how I am doing," she said bitterly.

Sul sighed. "I'm sorry, my dear. I'm just on edge. I'm sick of sitting here without doing anything."

"But you wanted to retire anyway."

"Does this seem like retirement? I can't even go for a walk, they watch me nonstop. I planned on spending my time fishing or hunting. Not sitting in this room without anything to do. And what about our ancestral mansion near the sea? Has it become public house yet?"

"No," Sul's head turned to her. "It's guarded as usual."

"Eh, nevermind," the old man mumbled. "Where have you been so far?"

"I was in the First Fleet. Phantom leads it against his homeplanet."

"So he doesn't even care about his own people."

"It's not that. His race is...gone from that planet. The remaining ghosts are being treated like non-sentient animals. They are not even slaves. Phantom wants to help his race. Plus, that planet is rich with resources, and the humans haven't even colonized their moon."

"You aren't telling me something," the former admiral said bluntly.

"This is his secret to tell, not mine. Danny wasn't even happy that I got to see his parents."

Her look told Sul that she wasn't going to tell him anything.

"Oh, so he is 'Danny' now, huh?" He narrowed his eyes, not noticing small blush. "Better don't get used to him. One day he will go where he belongs."

"You don't even know anything about what happens outside. You haven't seen what I did. The army respects him because he risks his...life daily along with them."

Her uncertain momentary pause didn't go unnoticed.

"I'm not even talking about casual population. He can't walk out of his palace without being mauled. He seems so helpless at moments like that, his look just begs for help. And how can you think that these people will want to overthrow someone they consider a demigod at the very least?"

"He is an impostor and nothing else."

"Why every our conversation should come to this?!" Komand exclaimed. "You don't know him! He never claimed to be a god. He is mortal, just like all of us," she whispered the last part, not completely sure about it. After all, how could he die if he was already dead?

Even after a few days, Komand still couldn't fully comprehend the fact that Phantom was actually a walking CORPSE. It was...unsettling to say the least. Still, she knew that it will greatly sadden her friend if she treated him differently because of that, nor that Komand planned to. Danny really cared about her opinion for some reason. And him being dead was still shocking and it will take time to come on terms with the idea.

"We will never come to agreement about this," the old man sighed. Despite his major disagreement, he still cared for his daughter. "Alright, let's put these thoughts aside. You said that you have been on his planet. How was it like?"

Komand was glad to change the topic. "I haven't got to see much of it. So far I was in the small town and one major city. The first one was his home, and through the disguise Phantom fooled his own parents into giving their techs for free so he could study them. They are scientists apparently, and judging from their actions, they hate each other's guts."

Komand left out the part when she had to play the role of his wife. Her father would have flipped.

"Why?" Sul asked.

"I don't know details. I found out that they are related just because I saw the photo. After that he gave me an assignment to plant spy bugs in something he called The White House. Phantom said that that is the residence of one of the world leaders. He wanted to know everything what they talk about in the main room. He seemed amused about it for some reason."

"And what he plans to do now?"

Komand raised an eyebrow. Why he was curious all of a sudden?

"I don't know."

-Meanwhile-

A starfighter flew right in front of the bridge front illuminator. Just like the rest of Imperial fleet, the Mk. VI Supremacy-class starfighter visibly remained the same as on the old Sith Empire shematics. Now, pitch black starfighter with white outlines had shielding system, which raised their production price, but the expences were worth it. The ship was relocating to another Harrower, one of many moving into jumping formation.

The Emperor stood behind the illuminator, observing his fleet's movements, with hands behind his back. The crew kept doing their usual tasks, not being distracted by the monarch's presence. His recent orders were to commence an approach to Earth, and for that they had to organize their movements. Hyperspace is a tricky thing, calculations had to be perfect so no ship will be left behind or lost in that subdimension.

Phantom spent the last few days studying his enemy and preparing strategy for the Empire's advance on the planet. The funny was, he watched a lot of movies about alien invasions, and now he was about to complete one. He had called all the commanders to his flagship for final briefing. Most of them already stood behind the Emperor near the holographic projector in silence. Finally, the doors opened and the last captain hurriedly walked into the room.

"Captain Marx, you are late," Phantom greeted without looking back.

"The meeting was supposed to begin half an hour ago," he added, completely calm, slowly turning around and approaching the commander.

In such situations, calm tone always sounded more intimidating than shouting. The captain shifted nervously on his feet under cold neon gaze.
"My Lord, I'm terribly sorry, there was an emergency in my ship's life support system and I had to oversee its repair," he said, bowing slightly.

"Hmm, very well, you are forgiven," the Emperor said. It was a valuable excuse. "But next time inform us beforehand, we have our respective jobs as well," he adviced softly.

Marx sighed quietly in relief, and Phantom ignored this action.

"Anyways, let's get to business, we have no time to waste anymore. Our invasion must be surprising, swift and uncompromising."

"There will be no proposals except the one to surrender. No, I just know this planet and how everything works down there. There are more than hundred states, each with its own interests. That's why there isn't any planetary capital, conquer one of their capitals and the others will keep resisting. But there is no unity between them. Their economy is going into a pit, even if they don't realize it yet. We will strike one fatal blow to their trade and they will crumble by themselves."

Phantom pressed a few buttons on the table, and a holographic image of the planet appeared.

"That's what we are going to do. We must block several straits: Panama, Suez, Persian Strait, Gibraltar, Singapore and English Channel," he pointed at the certain points, which glowed red.

"Most of the world sea trade is based around that regions. If we put the blockade over them, the deadly wound on the economy will be inflicted. A lot of countries will start taking their golden reserves from the most trusted, but small state of Switzerland. We will conquer it before anyone will be able to take money from there. From there, we will just wait until several countries start arguing with each other. The more chaos, the better. However, if they start firing nuclear rockets, take them down. Rockets, I mean."

"Also, the capitals of the strongest countries must be put on edge. Send a few Star Destroyers there, but do not deploy the troops. They will become more trigger-happy when they will be able to see alien ships from their windows. There are two cities I also need under our control. The first one is New-York, world financial center. This city must be taken by our soldiers as well. The second one is Amity park, a small town in a middle of nowhere. I need Hyperion there. Any questions?"

"What shall we do with the ones who try to go through the blockade?"

"Make several warning shots, show them that turbolasers can vaporize them instantly. If they don't turn back, fire at the ships."

"But they are civilians..."

"Admiral," Phantom looked at Pillion. "What purpose does the blockade have? If we let them go through, then what point do we have in keeping our ships there? Warning shots are quite enough, and the Stormtroopers were ordered to fire in stun mode, and not into civilians."

The Admiral nodded slowly. Danny turned to the rest of the crew.

"As for the land forces...have they received their helmets?"

This time Phantom actually needed the Stormtroopers to hide their faces. To protect from bullets the only open area, and not to reveal faces too soon.

"Comment: They look rather amusing," HK said.

"Maybe amusing for you, but imagine how the enemy will react when he finds out that their bullets only bounce off their shiny white and black armor," Phantom rolled his eyes. "I need your talent for killing everyone in sight elsewhere. Commanders, you are dismissed, return to your flagships, and jump as soon as the formation will be complete."

The officers bowed and left the deck. After a few minutes of staring at holographic image, the Emperor turned to leave, ordering his droid to follow.

HK followed his Master through the corridor and towards the elevator.

"Query: Have you discovered anything about the weapons you have acquired?"

"Since the architecture is the same for most of their techs, it wasn't hard to understand their principle," Danny said in bored tone. He really was bored, there was no scientific thrill when he was studying them. "They even put instructions in there. Apparently, they have been only modernizing everything they had, but they still refused to work with unstable ectoplasm. But even then they now can cause considerable damage."

"Flattery: You still make the best weaponry, Master."

"You are going to get more ammo, no need for extra flattery," Danny deadpanned as they stepped out of the elevator.

"Denial: I did no such thing!"

"You just literally stated that you flatter me," Phantom responded. "Anyways, I have a place where you should go, along with the Death Troopers squad. Places, actually. But I don't know yet where they are, so I can't exactly get you there yet. I want them wiped out entirely, they don't expect the Empire to attack them, so we must use the element of surprise. Await my orders for now."

"Question: And where are you going?"

"I'm going to get that information," Phantom answered. "Because I know where one of them is based."

They entered his quarters, where Danny handed his servant a few more capsules with ectoplasm, which HK gladly accepted and went out of the room. Phantom changed into his armored robes, hiding the lightsaber beneath them. Pulling the hood over his face, he teleported back on Earth.

It was a calm night in Amity Park. The Moon was shining in its fullest on the black sky, through the edges between the dark and thick clouds. A fresh after rain wind was ruffling the edges of Danny's cloak. It was the wind of changes. Almost unnoticeable, easy to ignore until the wind grows stronger and unstoppable. Phantom slowly walked to the edge of the building, his rough white boots creating a clanking sound while hitting the concrete roof, and squishy splashes once he stepped into muddy puddle.

On a hill in front of the Emperor's eyes stood a huge gray building, which served both as research and industrial facility. There was a huge letter 'A' with a symbol of atom behind it written in neon, with its name written on the front wall. Axion Labs, the spearhead of new Earth ecto technologies of civillian use. But it was of little interest to the august ghost. It was not what above, but what lied beneath interested him. A secret GIW compound was hidden under seemingly harmless facility. Officially, the GIW were only guarding the facility. The organization wasn't secret by itself, it is what they did. After all, it was the place where Danny died.

Of course, Phantom didn't know exactly where that was. He was taken into facility while being unconscious. He found it rather simply. First, he calculated the time difference between the Earth and Yuthan Prime. Speaking of which, the capital of the Empire was recently renamed into New Babylon. The reason for that was a legend regarding that ancient city, back to the times when nations or different languages didn't exist. It was supposed to show that the Empire was not fighting for dominance of only one race, but for the good of the entire galaxy.

The time difference wasn't big, only two weeks. Then he sat in the nearest internet cafe and searched for the special news. And he found a one year old report about an explosion in Axion Labs. Fentons were the only survivors of the 'ghost attack'. It wasn't far from truth. It could only mean that all that torture was commited there. Phantom let out a quiet sigh, before his look filled with fierce determination. That was the place where everything had begun, and that will be the place where everything will end.

He jumped from the rooftop and landed on his feet. Phantom strolled straight towards the main entrance. His main objective wasn't even getting the information, no, he planned to slaughter them all. He passed through the metal wall. Danny raised his hand and all the security cams were turned into junk balls of metal. He knew that his presence won't remain hidden forever. Their sensors still could detect him on point blank range.

Phantom stood in front of the main doors. With a wave of his hand the metal door flew off its hinges and flew forward. He stepped forward through the doorway, catching the attention of the security. Five GIW agents didn't have time to take their guns, the ghost raised his arm and they fell on the ground, clinging to their throats. Phantom passed the dying agents, not paying the slightest attention to how they fell dead from suffocation.

He searched for an elevator to the lower levels. Phantom didn't bother taking out the lightsaber, even when the alarms went off. Apparently, he missed some cameras. Even better, the ghost reasoned, more will come and more will die. When he turned into following corner, more agents ran from the opposite side. They opened fire, but Phantom simply raised his hand and deflected the upcoming fire with ease, simply flipping the blasts away as if they were just annoying flies. They were weak and pathetic for the ghost of his level. He charged a lighting, and the corridor was filled with screams of pain.

The ghost stepped over fried and unrecognizable corpses, and went further. After several turns he found an elevator, or more precisely, agents entering it rapidly. Phantom didn't have time to do anything, and the doors closed in front of his face. Growling loudly, he swiped his hands and the elevator doors opened. Phantom jumped down inside the shaft. He softly landed right on top of the elevator and waited for it to stop.

The agents ran out of the elevator, knowing that the ghost was going to come down very soon. The corridor was poorly lightened with red blinking lightbulbs. The metal door in its end with a small glass window started to open slowly. Behind it was a pearly white corridor, with even more agents inside.

However, the door opened only slightly, before the lights on the other side turned off, and the door stuck. The agents tried to pull it further, so they will be able to get through, when they heard a metal screech behind. They quickly turned around. A fearful silence was clinging to their souls, as they stared into the dark emptiness. They waited, their hands started to shake and their breathing was becoming raspy and abrupt. The silence was being interrupted only by more metalic sounds.

Then, with a loud whirring sound, a single line of crimson light lightened the opposite end of the corridor, fully showing the wielder of the weapon.

"OPEN FIRE!"

The corridor became a whirlwind of green and red light. Phantom was steadily shortening the distance between them, and with each step he made, their fear was becoming stronger. With each shot they sent his way, with each blast the crimson blade deflected, the more they realized the fate awaiting them. Phantom got to the nearest agent and one motion afterwards, his head rolled on the ground. He walked further, Phantom raised his hand and another agent was thrown up into the low ceiling. Without even bothering to look at him, Phantom left a deadly slash across his chest as he passed him, before the corpse fell on a metal floor.

"HELP US!" the agent was hitting the window in histeria, throwing terrified glances behind him.

Phantom slashed even more of them, coming closer and closer, and two of the agents were left standing. One of them attempted to land at least one shot at the ghost, but Phantom raised his arm and snapped his neck.

The last one's end was one of the most merciful ones. Phantom stabbed his heart, and the blade even went pierced through the door. Grabbing the edge of the locked metal door, he pulled it to the side and pried it open. The agents in the corridor behind ran away from the ghost, hoping to escape the ongoing massacre. Phantom wasn't running after them. Why concern yourself with them? They had no place to run. As this thought crossed his mind, his hand glowed with red light, before he fired at the elevator. An explosion the blast made caused the elevator to fall down the shaft with a loud screeching of metal.

He didn't need the Force to tell him the directions. He remembered those halls, that numerous rooms where multiple crimes were being committed. Phantom slaughtered every agent who was unlucky enough to get on his way to the Overseer's office. He will learn where that rats were hiding, no one will escape the Emperor's wrath. Phantom made a duplicate for another task. He will overload the generators, and this time the explosion will be more devastating.

The ghost protection systems didn't work on him, each shot was deflected, every ghost proof wall and door was cut down by the lightsaber. That morons didn't have anything he didn't know about or what he couldn't blow to pieces. Just as during the day he escaped, Phantom was fueled by his hatred and rage. He was a murderous machine, unstoppable and merciless.

Another corridor and even more agents. A lot of them. At his mere sight, they opened fire. A lightsaber couldn't deflect every shot, Phantom created a shield, which blocked the entire path. He fired an ectoblast and the power wave from the explosion almost blew away the black hood. Phantom walked forward, pulling the hood back, no need to ruin the fun just yet. He stepped over smoking bodies, before hearing a moan. His head snapped towards the only survivor. His face was burned off half way, and his eyes filled with horror.

"P-please, s-spare me," he begged.

Phantom stared down at him.

Without saying a word, the ghost strolled forward, dusting his clothes in the process. He decided against telling him that everything was going to blow up rather soon, let him live for a few more minutes. He opened the door and entered the office. When he stepped inside, however, he was suddenly surrounded by green dome.

"You thought you can just stroll here like it's nothing, scum?!"

The ghost turned to the source of the voice, and gave a fanged smirk.

"On the contrary, Madeline, I expected something more."

He didn't make a move to protect himself. Phantom simply waited for his 'parents' to act. Fentons were pointing a bazooka and a blaster at him.

"Taking a late night shift, Maddie? Underpaid much?" He asked, examining his nails nonchalantly.

"Don't you dare to speak to my wife like this, you ectoplasmic..."

"Manifestation of post-human consciousness. I heard that before, Jack, I thought one year was enough for you to think up something new."

Phantom picked the edge of his hood and pulled it back. The son looked at his parents with blood red eyes, regarding them with a cold look. That was the moment he was waiting for the entire year, and only a thin line of the ectoshield was separating them. Fentons, on the other hand, couldn't find their words, and almost dropped their weapons in shock. It wasn't possible!

"You...you must be DEAD!" Maddie exclaimed, charging the blaster.

Phantom's look remained apathetic. "Thank you, Sherlok, courtesy of yours," he said coldly, crossing his hands.

"YOU, SCUM, WAS SUPPOSED TO BLOW UP!"

"I can say the completely same thing about you. How were you doing? Killed any more children? That's what you really are good at."

"How dare you?!" Jack exclaimed, firing the bazooka. The shot was deflected by the shield and it bounced into the opposite wall, creating a minor explosion.

"The shield works both ways, idiot," Phantom deadpanned. "Your petty shield protects me just as much as you."

He was toying with them, that was completely obvious. And he LOVED it.

"What are you going to do now?" He asked with a teasing smirk. "You locked me down, but can't harm me."

Fentons were silent. The ghost was right, the shield was impenetrable for any kind of ectoenergy. The ghost hunters looked at each other, thinking about what to do. Phantom was getting bored of standing on one place.

"You got old," he commented with fake pity. "And there is no one to give you a glass of water. You killed both of your kids, congratulations!" Phantom clapped.

"WE?! IT IS YOUR FAULT, YOU PIECE OF SLIME!"

"Hm, was that me who decided to use an untested and potentially dangerous weapon? Is it my fault that it had flaws and blew up the entire floor? IS IT MY FAULT YOUR INVENTION KILLED ME?!" Phantom yelled in the end, losing his control for a brief moment.

"You are not our son! You are simply a pile of ectoplasm clinging to his existence! You are an insult to our dead child!"

"Does it change the fact that it's your fault? My heart was still beating when you dissected me, and it stopped right after! Doesn't quite add up, right? You are the ones who didn't care about my friends' lives, when they tried to save me. Who is evil in current situation? I tried to help them, to pull their bodies from beneath burning building. And what have you done? Knocked me out to do your experiments," Phantom shook his head. "I can't believe I used to call the ignorant beasts in front of me 'parents'. You are disgusting and pathetic."

Fentons' hands started to shake in rage. Danny could feel their anger and smirked internally. When they shut down the shield, trying to destroy him, Phantom raised his hand and pulled the weapons from their hands, before firing several ectoblasts. Weak one, he wanted this fun to last longer. Maddie ducked out of the way, while Jack was thrown into another end of the room.

She got closer and engaged in hand to hand combat. When Phantom blocked the hit, he was suddenly zapped with green electricity.

"ARGH!" He yelped and fell on his knees.

Maddie smirked smugly. "How do you like the new specter deflector, Phantom? It doesn't only keep scum like you away, but also straps you of your powers for a few minutes."

"You can't even copy Vlad's techs properly? How low you have fallen."

He suddenly raised his hands and gripped them in midair using the Force. Slowly, he got up.

"I want access codes. Now," Phantom spat as his ruby eyes shone brighter.

"Over my dead body," Maddie choked out. And Phantom's fanged smirk caused a feeling of dread to rise in her stomach.

"Oh, Madeline, I can accomplish your wish."

He clenched his fist, before she yelled in pain as something was crushed inside her chest. Jack's eyes widened in horror, but his voice was blocked by the force gripping his throat.

"Here goes your kidney. I can continue further, you know? If you don't die from the inner bloodloss, that is," Phantom grinned, pulling an access card from the pocket of her blue jumpsuit.

He walked to the computer, taking out the flash drive from his pocket. He entered the card and downloaded all the required information he needed into the flash drive. Phantom turned back to the humans hanging under the ceiling, before dropping them on the ground.

"Mads!" Jack moved closer to his wife, who was panting in exhaustion, and sat on his knees.

"Her death is inevitable. Just like yours," Phantom said nonchalantly. "How does it feel to lose the people you care about?"

"We did care about our children. And we lost them," Jack mumbled.

"Maybe. But your ignorance was the reason of your downfall. You let your hatred of ghosts to get the best of you. Did you really think that your crimes will remain unpunished? You should have died when I blew up the facility. I want you to see something before your deaths."

Phantom snapped his fingers and made a portal, before throwing them inside.

The portal led to the roof of facility. The storm clouds became thicker, the thunder sounded on the distance. The wind became stronger, and you could even hear its streams. Phantom looked down at the humans.

"I want you to see what this world soon will become," he said.

"STAND DOWN, GHOST!"

Raising his eyebrow, Phantom glanced to the side. Apparently, the GIW had called reinforcements. Several jets were floating in the air, while more troops were deployed on the rooftop. Maddie grinned weakly from her place.

"Looks like you lost, Phantom."

Danny heard a low beep inside of his robes. He laughed loudly.

"You don't get it, do you, Maddie? The truth is..."

He swiped his hand and the sky cleaned from the clouds hiding it. And what everyone saw, made them freeze in shock. An enormous ship was flying above them.

"The game was rigged from the start."