In his meditation chamber, Daimon projected a human version of himself onboard the ship that the Dark Jedi was on. This projection was not just a simple Force ghost, it was a projection that held the physicality and presence of his being.
The exiled Dark Jedi drifted aimlessly through the blackness of space aboard their vessel. Without star charts or navigation systems, their hope dwindled, replaced by resentment and despair. It was in this moment of absolute uncertainty that Daimon's projection appeared, materializing at the heart of their ship's command deck.
The Dark Jedi, weakened yet alert, immediately sensed his powerful presence. Daimon raised his hand, projecting an aura of both authority and tranquility.
"Who are you?" demanded Sorzus Syn, suspicion and hostility clear in her voice.
Daimon looked over them before he spoke. "My name matters little here. I come offering guidance, guidance you desperately need."
The group eyed him cautiously. Another, Dark Jedi, Remulus Dreypa stepped forward, his eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Why would you help us? And why should we trust you? As far as we are concerned, you're here to finish us off."
"You're right to be suspicious," he said plainly. "But I'm not here to destroy you. If I wanted to, you'd already be dead."
Karness Muur stepped forward. "Then what do you want?" he asked. "We've been abandoned, betrayed, discarded. What could you possibly offer that we haven't already lost?"
Daimon tilted his head. "Perspective. Purpose. A future."
XoXaan scoffed. "What future? We are outcasts. The Jedi do not want us, and neither do the galaxy. You speak of guidance, but what could you possibly teach us?"
"I can teach you what your master's could not," Daimon replied. "I can show you the way to use the Force the way you seek, but in a more efficient way. You were cast out for embracing emotion, for seeking your own freedom. But what you lacked… was the right philosophy and an organized structure."
The Dark Jedi exchanged looks. Sorzus Syn's expression had become a bit more thoughtful now. Vandryn Karn, silent until now, finally spoke. "You believe you can provide this structure? But why help us?"
"Because you five are more than survivors. You are the beginning of a new truth that has yet to be fully realized." He stopped to turn to all of them.
"You were exiled for embracing darkness. I offer you a path to master it without being devoured by it. Not to return to the Republic. Not to return to the Jedi. But to become something else."
Sorzus narrowed her eyes at his statement. She was getting what he was saying and for some reason she felt that he would lead them down the right path, but she didn't know the motive behind this person's claims. "What are you saying?"
"I am offering a foundation, one built upon the very same ideals you seek and follow, but with a little more added to it." he explained.
Karness Muur stepped forward in front of everybody, wanting to call the person standing in front of them out, "And what makes you think your qualified to provide what you claim."
Daimon raised his hand and forced the 5 Dark Jedi into the walls of the ship. The sheer pressure of the Force was so intense that they couldn't breathe. After a few seconds, Daimon released them, watching as they fell on their hands on knees, catching their breathe.
"Now are there any more questions?" The room was silent as the 5 Dark Jedi were scared to say anything.
"Good, now let's proceed to where you 5 will start your new Order." Daimon walked to the ship controls and used the Force to guide the ship to Korriban. The trip took a few hours, which Daimon used to show the Dark Jedi how far the Dark side could take them.
They were still scared due to what he had done before, but the fear had forced them to listen if they valued their lives. After a few days had passed, they had finally arrived at Korriban.
The ship descended through the rust-colored clouds of Korriban with the surface coming into view. The world looked dead—silent, wind-blown, and hollow, but the moment the Dark Jedi stepped off the ramp, they felt it.
The Force here was different. Heavy. Oppressive. Alive with whispers that slithered beneath the skin.
Sorzus Syn stepped forward, her eyes scanning the horizon of broken stone and red sand. "This planet… it's steeped in darkness."
Daimon appeared beside her, "This is Korriban. This is where your Order will be created and will be the new place to call home."
Remulus Dreypa squinted, as he looked into the distance into the distance. "You brought us to a graveyard."
"No," Daimon said. "I brought you to fertile ground."
As they moved through the wastelands, they encountered the inhabitants of Korriban. Daimon had the Dark Jedi show them their power and kill the leader of the Sith. From there, they started to take control of the Sith species. They spread out and started to display their power, practically enslaving the Sith species as they the months passed.
Once they had secured their place to power. Daimon began the initial stages of creating their new Order and Empire. Taking the name of the Sith species, they began to call themselves Sith and named the Order, the Sith Order. In addition to this, they named their empire the Sith Empire.
For the Sith Order, Daimon created it in his image which sought to avoid infighting and bunch of other things. So, as the first thing a clear, merit-based system of succession was created to reduce the amount of internal chaos.
The Order would be ruled by the Sith Council composed of 9 Sith Lords under the Dark Lord of the Sith which would be Sorzus Syn. She had the most potential and Daimon would make her a lot more powerful than the others.
The next thing was to balance individual ambition with the collective goals of the Sith Order. Sith philosophy would emphasize individual strength but also establish a shared collective vision that would unite individual ambitions behind a common purpose.
Roles would be assigned to each Sith's strengths and weaknesses, such as leadership, combat, strategy, sorcery, diplomacy, espionage, and so on to maximize the efficiency of the Order and minimize internal conflicts.
Then there was the Sith Code which outlined a universally accepted interpretation of the Sith Code, with explicit guidelines on how individual power serves the greater Sith Order. This would help reduce doctrinal divisions within the order.
For recruitment and training methods, rigorous selection criteria and structured apprenticeships emphasized loyalty, strategy, and controlled ambition that would foster stronger, more stable Sith Lords.
A unified training institution that would be overseen by trusted masters, would ensure consistency of teaching, loyalty to the Order, and minimize rogue factions.
Over the next few years, Korriban changed.
The red sands once ruled by scattered Sith tribes were now carved by monolithic structures, temples, academies, and tombs. The Sith species, now bound by the will of the Sith Lords turned conquerors, served as builders, laborers, and initiates. Through fear and awe, the new Sith Lords cemented their rule.
Daimon became a constant presence, guiding the evolution of the Sith Order as if shaping a weapon. He never demanded worship, but his influence was undeniable. His vision shaped every layer of the Order's foundation.
In the dark halls of the central temple, still under construction but already filled with Force energy, Daimon summoned the five exiles.
They stood before him, changed. Hardened. More powerful. No longer wandering outcasts, now rulers of a planet, masters of a growing people.
Daimon looked at Sorzus Syn. "You have grown beyond expectation. You will lead the Council."
Sorzus didn't react with surprise. Her eyes burned with confidence, and the others did not argue. They knew it was true. Since their arrival, she had taken the lead in strategy, governance, and doctrine. She was ruthless and it worked, showing her abilities as a visionary.
"You will be Dark Lord of the Sith," Daimon declared. "Your word will guide the Council. But your power will not go unchecked. Balance within command is the key to longevity."
Daimon turned to the others, assigning roles:
Karness Muur would lead Combat Doctrine and Military Expansion, his efficiency and strategic mind made him ideal for growing their forces.
XoXaan, a master of alchemy and ancient sorcery, would oversee Dark Side Knowledge and Sith Sorcery, turning her obsession with forbidden arts into a formal discipline.
Remulus Dreypa, paranoid but methodical, was given charge of Internal Security and Espionage, tasked with rooting out treachery before it could grow.
Vandryn Karn, calm and calculating, was appointed Diplomacy and Foreign Manipulation, using his power to extend Sith influence beyond Korriban once the time came.
Other Sith Lords would join the Council over time, but these five formed its foundation, each carefully balanced against the others.
It was also during this time that Daimon unveiled the Sith Code, reinterpreted for unity and structure:
Peace is a lie, there is only passion.
Through passion, I gain strength.
Through strength, I gain power.
Through power, I gain victory.
Through victory, my chains are broken.
The Force shall set us free.
But power must serve the Order.
Ambition must sharpen the blade, not turn it inward.
This final clause, added by Daimon, was carved into the wall of the Sith Temple, a warning and a creed.
The Sith Academy was established soon after. Located deep within a canyon, the Academy became the crucible in which new Sith would be forged. Only the strongest survived, but strength alone was not enough, loyalty, discipline, and vision were demanded.
Training was merciless, but it was no longer chaos. Masters followed a codified structure, teaching not only lightsaber combat and Force mastery, but tactics, governance, infiltration, and even galactic politics.
Each apprentice was bonded to a Sith Lord, not through fear alone but through trials of merit. Rank was earned, not inherited, not stolen in the night.
The Sith Order had been born. And unlike any that would come after, it was united, sharp, disciplined, and singular in purpose.
But Daimon knew this unity would be tested. Empires rise and fall. Orders fracture. Power corrupts. It was only a matter of time. Especially with the Sith Order. It would undergo a lot of changes over the next thousands of years, and only time will tell how much change it would go through.