有谁觉得“真正的西斯”皇帝早年经历，蛮像伏地魔？

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“真正的西斯”皇帝——千年老不死秃头正太皇帝——吾皇（西斯对他的称呼）的图片：





吾皇的亲生父亲是西斯尊主，亲生母亲和名义上的父亲都是非原力敏感的普通人。

吾皇6岁出现原力敏感的迹象，随后折磨杀死了自己的亲生母亲和名义上的父亲。

吾皇10岁时，没经过专门教授原力知识技能使用的他。
凭借自己对原力的探索研究，杀死了自己做为西斯尊主的亲生父亲。

吾皇13岁时，凭借自己实力，统治了自己出生的星球。
企图挑战他的西斯，全部败北

当时的古西斯帝国皇帝——黄金时代的古西斯帝国最后一位统治者——马卡·拉格诺斯，对这名13岁后辈的实力潜力与野心表示欣赏。
马卡·拉格诺斯正式承认他对家乡星球的统治权，并授予他西斯尊主称号。




100年后，Naga Sadow发起超空间大战败北，古西斯帝国濒临灭亡时。
他召集当时能联系到的大部分残存西斯尊主来到自己家乡，随后把他们的原力与生命力+整个星球全部生物的生命力和原力、甚至星球上的正常色彩、声音这种概念化的存在。

全部给吞噬吸收进自己的体内，造就了永恒不朽的自己。

而全部被他忽悠来的西斯尊主，星球上全部的生物（包括人、动物、鸟、植物、昆虫等等所有的一切生物……），以及星球上的正常色彩、声音这种概念化的存在。
全部因他的吞噬而死亡、而消失。从而将整颗星球变成了毫无生命的死域、同时也没有了正常的色彩、声音这种概念。

按千年后放逐者来到皇帝吞噬后的星球，对其的感受评价。
被他吞噬后的星球，远比质量阴影发生器屠杀星球，造就的原力伤痕更可怕、更让人难以忍受。那是比死亡更糟糕、违背任何自然定律的空虚


同时皇帝获得永生后，变得极端恐惧死亡

同时吾皇控制他人精神的能力非常强大。他控制瑞文、马拉克后，可以跨越N光年控制他们的行动，把被他俩当成木偶傀儡操控。
甚至在星际熔炉的力量诱惑，与他俩自身强韧意志、强大原力影响下，扭曲皇帝的指示、摆脱皇帝的直接精神控制后，其副作用影响也没有完全消失。
（瑞文直到《旧共和国：瑞文》后期，才完全摆脱了皇帝精神控制的影响）




那么：


吾皇是西斯尊主与普通人生下的私生子
吾皇通过自己的研究，很早（十岁左右）就成为了强大的原力使用者。后来更变得越来越强
吾皇为了追求永生不朽的追求，不惜一切。并获得成功
吾皇非常惧怕死亡
吾皇善于精神控制
（在TOR游戏里，似乎还能做到类似灵魂分割，然后用灵魂分割附身他人的事？）

按照目前的TOR游戏剧透，吾皇仆街得很挫很囧很那啥。
（虽然按剧情透露，他似乎并没有真的死掉）

有没有人觉得上述种种，跟伏地魔蛮相象？

（哦，还可以加条，俩还都是秃头。）




相关情节的小说原文：


ave you ever heard tales of the Emperor childhood??
Scourge shook his head. don even know what planet he from.?
ew people do. He hidden his past, because if the truth came to light none would follow him.?
Scourge was interested despite himself.
e was born almost a thousand years ago,?she went on, n the decades before the Great Hyperspace War with the Republic. He spent his childhood on Nathema, a lush and vibrant agricultural world on the far fringes of the Empire.?
athema? Ie never heard of it.?
nce it went by another name, but that name has long been forgottenust like the planet itself. The Emperor erased Nathema from the history books and the astrogation charts to hide all evidence of his crimes.?
rimes??
hrough the lost rituals of the ancients, he used the dark side to conquer death and make himself immortal. But his immortality came with a cost. Telling you what happened is not enough. You must see for yourself. Only then will you understand the price the Emperor was willing to pay. Only then will you understand why he must be stopped.


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Nyriss made a few more adjustments and punched in their route, and the ship jumped into hyperspace, leaving Dromund Kaasnd Nyriss loyal followersehind.
othing I tell you can prepare you for what you will see on Nathema,?Nyriss warned him. ut I will tell you the history of the Emperor and his homeworld.?
ow can I know youe telling the truth??
She shrugged. elieve it or not as you see fit. If nothing else, it will help pass the time.?
She settled herself more comfortably, and as she spoke, her voice took on the singsong tone of children storyteller. he Emperor name was Tenebrae,?she began. hey say he was born with eyes as black as the void of empty space, and that he never cried, even as an infant. No animal would come near him, and when he began to talk, his voice carried a weight and power that should not come from a child.
t the age of six he began to manifest signs of the Force, marking him as one of the ruling elite. But his parents were simple farmers, and the Force was not strong in them. Suspicious about the boy power, his father confronted his mother, who admitted to having an affair with the Sith Lord who ruled over them.
he father flew into a rage, attacking the boy mother. Tenebrae stopped him, feeding on his father anger and hate to call upon the dark side. He snapped his father neck with a mere thought, killing him instantly. His mother died more slowly. Tenebrae made her suffer for months as punishment for betraying the family, torturing her with the Force as he honed his powers.
ow orphaned by his own hand, he made the others in his village bow down to him. Those who refused, he tortured and killed through the Force.
ver the next few years his reputation and influence spread to nearby villages, and he amassed legions of both fanatical and terrified followers. He killed thousands during his rise to power. Many died just to feed his insatiable appetite for suffering, tortured for days in public executions so he could savor their agonizing ends.?

his sounds more like a legend than a history,?Scourge remarked.
cannot guarantee the truth of this story,?Nyriss admitted. hose who witnessed the events no longer live to verify them. But if you had ever met the Emperor in person, you would not be so hesitant to accept the tale as fact.?
hat about Nathema ruler? The boy father? You claimed he was a Sith Lord. Surely he didn sit back doing nothing while a child conquered his people village by village??
enebrae father was named Lord Dramath. He heard rumors, but they came from a remote and insignificant territory. He had long forgotten the simple commoner who had borne him a son, and he considered the plight of a few small villages beneath his notice. Had Dramath acted more swiftly, the Emperor might have been stopped. But it took almost four years before he decided to go see Tenebrae for himself.
ord Dramath intended to judge the child power to determine if he was worthy of serving the Sith Lord, or if he should simply be executed. But Tenebrae had no intention of servingr of dying. When they met face-to-face, Tenebrae proved the stronger. Only ten years old, he stripped his father of his power and his mind. Lord Dramath spent his last moments weeping in terror, gazing up into the black eyes of his son.
t took Tenebrae three more years to gain control of the rest of Nathema. Dramath firstborn son fled rather than face his formidable half brother, but other powerful Sith sought to seize the empty throne. All fell before the dark prodigy, and with each victory he grew more powerful and more ruthless.
t thirteen he presented himself to Marka Ragnos, the Lord of all Sith and the ruler of the Sith Council. Impressed by the teenager ambition and power, Marka Ragnos granted him the title of Lord Vitiate. His position as ruler of Nathema officially recognized, Lord Vitiate returned to his home to conduct his research into the depths of the dark side power.
e stayed there for a hundred years. When Marka Ragnos fell, Lord Vitiate did not join in the mad rush to claim his position. He was not part of the Great Hyperspace War against the Republic. When Naga Sadow and Ludo Kressh fought for leadership of the Sith, he took no side. But in the aftermath of the warfter our defeat at the hands of the Republic and our flight to escape the massacre of our people by the Jedie emerged from his solitude to call a great council of all the Sith Lords who remained. He invited them to his palace on Nathema, built on the site of his childhood home, the place where he had killed his adopted father and tortured his mother to death. He invited them to participate in a ritual to unlock the full potential of the dark side; he promised they would unleash power beyond anything they had ever witnessed or imagined.?
idn they suspect a trap??
erhaps.?Nyriss shrugged. ome refused to answer his call. But many more came. After all, what could one man do against a hundred Sith Lords? Remember, he was not the Emperor back then. He was merely Lord Vitiate, ruler of a single planet of no particular importance. He hadn fought in any battles of note or achieved any great victories or conquests beyond his homeworld. He had the reputation of a scholar, not a warrior.


nd the Sith Lords were driven by fear. Many thought the Jedi would soon wipe them all out. They were desperate for anything they could use as a weapon against the servants of the light side. Lord Vitiate played upon these fears, convincing those who answered his call to set aside their suspicions of him and of one another to join in a single glorious cause.
nce they arrived on Nathema, they quickly fell under Lord Vitiate control. He dominated their minds, crushed their resistance. He turned them into slaves to his will, forcing them to participate in the most complex ritual of Sith sorcery ever attempted. Calling on the dark side, Lord Vitiate devoured them. He fed on their power, absorbing it into himself, utterly obliterating all traces of his victims.
ut the ritual was not confined to the doomed Sith Lords. They were but the eye of the storm; the center of a vortex that spread across the entire planet. Every man, woman, and child on Nathema died that day. Every beast, bird, and fish; all the insects and plants; every living being touched by the Force was consumed. When the ritual ended, Nathema was no longer a world. It was a husk sucked dry. Lord Vitiate sacrificed millions, stealing their life force to make himself immortal. Their deaths also made him stronger than any Sith who had come before, and he ceased to be known as Lord Vitiate. On that day, the Emperor was truly born.?
Scourge wondered if Nyriss expected him to be horrified by the tale. If so, she was about to be disappointed.
he Emperor seized what was his by right,?he said. he strong take from the weak. That is our way. Doing it on a scale of millions doesn change anythingt just proves he deserves to be our Emperor.?
o I used to think,?Nyriss said, smiling ghoulishly. nd then I saw Nathema for myself.?
She didn say anything else for the remainder of the trip, leaving Scourge to wonder in silence why she was so confident he would come around to her side.
He felt the first hints of what was waiting for him when the shuttle dropped out of hyperspace. Through the windows of the cockpit he saw a gray-and-brown planet looming large before them. Gazing at it, he felt something strange and unsettling. Something unnatural.
It took him several moments to realize what was wrong, and even when he did, he didn fully grasp the implications. He wasn feeling the Force.
The sensation was completely alien. The Force was omnipresent. It radiated stronger in certain places and at certain times, and the balance of the dark side and the light constantly shifted. But it was always there in some way, shape, or form.
Now, however, he felt nothing. He had become so accustomed to the presence of the Force in the background that its complete absence was almost overwhelming, leaving him unable to speak.
repare yourself,?Nyriss said. ee going down to the surface.?
The absence grew steadily more pronounced as the shuttle approached and then landed on Nathema.
ome with me,?Nyriss commanded, rising up from her seat.
Still mute, Scourge followed her down the shuttle boarding ramp and out onto the world itself.


They had touched down at a spaceport in a city. Or what used to be a city. The spaceport was surrounded by the buildings, speeder pads, and streets one would expect to see in a planet major metropolitan center. But it was eerily quiet; the incessant murmur of the crowds and the constant hum of traffic whizzing past on busy streets were missing.
There wasn even any wind, and the air tasted stale in Scourge mouth. The temperature was neither cold nor hot, but he felt himself starting to shiver.
ou feel the chill of the Void,?Nyriss told him. he Force is energy; it gives heat to our emotions and our minds. But here it has been stripped away.?
She led him along the deserted streets as Scourge stared in fascinated horror, trying to grasp the magnitude of what he was witnessing. The buildings seemed to be almost fully intact; there was none of the damage and destruction normally associated with millions of simultaneous deaths. However, there were other signs of what had happened here.
Mangled speeders and shuttles were strewn about, the remains of vehicles in motion that had crashed to a halt when their pilots were taken by the ritual. And everywhere Scourge looked there were small piles of clothes: jackets, slacks, and boots that had survived what their owners had not. Normally these remains would have been picked over by scavengers, but on Nathema even the vermin and insects were extinct.
here are the droids??Scourge asked.
He was shocked at the sound of his own voice. It was flat and dull, as if even sound waves had been distorted by the ritual.
he ritual overloaded their circuits,?Nyriss explained, her voice as hollow and washed out as his. he damage was irreparable; even their memory cores were completely wiped out.?
Scourge glanced upward and noticed something else unusual. The sun shining down on them from above star that had appeared bright orange as they approached the planetas now a pale shade of brown. In fact, everything around them was either brown or gray, as if the colors had been leached out.
Scourge was well acquainted with death. He had no trouble understanding massacres and mass slaughter. Death and destruction unleashed powerful emotions like fear, suffering, and hatred; they fueled the power of the dark side. But what had happened on Nathema was different, and it disturbed him in a deep and profound way.
The Emperor had consumed everything. Life, sound, color, even the Forceothing remained. This wasn about conquest or domination or destroying an enemyll concepts Scourge embraced.
Everything on Nathema had simply been snuffed out, extinguished so completely that it ceased to have any meaning or purpose. It was a vacuum of existence; a blight on the natural order.
e seen enough,?he declared.
Nyriss nodded, and they turned and made their way back to the ship.
Scourge finally understood why Nyriss and the others wanted to take the Emperor down. Destroying your enemiesven destroying a planetas understandable. But this wasn simple destruction. It was annihilation; obliteration. The very fabric of the Force had been shredded. Anyone capable of turning an entire planet into a nihilistic abomination had to be completely mad. After seeing the horrors of Nathema, he truly believed the Emperor might declare another war against the Republic, exposing them to the Jedi and leading to the eventual extinction of their species.
By the time they reached the shuttle, Scourge stomach was churning. He had lived his whole life attuned to the Force; having it stripped away had left him physically ill. The shuttle shook as they took to the air, and he fought against the urge to vomit.
As they broke the atmosphere of the cursed world, some semblance of normalcy returned. Scourge felt the Force rushing in to fill the emptiness inside him; he felt its power invigorating him and restoring his strength. At the same time, he also felt something else: the presence of someone strong in the Forceomeone who was neither Nyriss nor him.


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Meetra didn't know what to expect as the Ebon Hawk dropped out of hyperspace and began the approach toward Nathema. T3-M4 had told her that the planet was deserted, but the little droid had found no apparent cause of the mass extinction. While exploring the surface on his last visit, he run tests that confirmed the environment was free of toxins and radiation; beyond that everything else was speculation.

As the ship drew closer to the dingy brown world she felt a growing sense of unease and discomfort. In some ways it reminded her of Malachor Vhe massive and instantaneous loss of life on that doomed world had created a wound in the Force. The activation of the mass-shadow generator had obliterated two armies, shredding apart the bonds of the Force that linked all living things.

Meetra had been close enough to feel the shock wave; to survive it she had cut herself off from the Force, shielding her psyche against the horrors of what she had unleashed. Many years had passed before she regained her connection to the Force, but in the end, surviving the trauma of Malachor V had given her the strength to defeat Darth Traya and her followers.

At first she assumed some similar tragedy had occurred on Nathema; a superweapon capable of snuffing out an entire planet would leave a blanketing echo of death and darkness. As the Ebon Hawk descended through the atmosphere, however, she realized this sensation was markedly different.

It took her a few seconds to put her finger on it, her mind analyzing the problem even as her hands automatically made the necessary adjustments to bring the ship in for a landing near the coordinates T3 had given her.

The events of Malachor had left a mark on the Force; a wound that would not heal. Here, however, the Force was simplyone. It was as if someone had ripped it away, leaving only an empty void behind.

Her discomfort grew as the ship drew closer to the surface. This world was unnatural, and her body instinctive reaction was one of illness and revulsion. She glanced over at T3 hovering anxiously near her in the cockpit, but the droid seemed unaffected. His lack of reaction merely reinforced the nature of her own suffering; as a droid, T3 could not sense the Force, and he wouldn notice if it was suddenly missing.

Through the cockpit window Meetra saw a path of destruction winding its way through the city below: the remnants of Revan crash landing. A massive chunk of permacrete had been smashed loose from a skyscraper passing by on the ship starboard side. The pavement of the street and sidewalk below had been torn up when the vessel had skipped and skidded down the thoroughfare. The mangled remnants of hovercars and speeders traced an irregular line down the street, the smaller vehicles crushed by the passage of the far more massive starship.

Meetra selected her landing spot and set the ship down carefully. The oppressiveness of the Void was bearing down on her, but she did her best to ignore it.

ome on, Tee-Three,?she said, unbuckling herself from the pilot chair. et take a look around and see what we can find.?

As she stepped off the shuttle she felt like she had been punched in the gut; she doubled over, and T3 beeped in concern.

okay,?she gasped, slowly straightening up.

She had visited Malachor V years after the cataclysm of the mass-shadow generator. Traversing its surface had been agony. Mentally, she had still sensed the anguish of all who had lost their lives there. Physically, the intense gravity of the world had held her in its crushing grip, leaving her gasping for breath. It had been the most awful and horrific experience of her lifentil now.

On Malachor she felt the echoes of unimaginable pain and sufferingut at least she felt something. Here on Nathema, there was only a cold emptiness. It was unnatural; abhorrent. On Malachor she had felt the echo of great destruction; here there was only the unbearable void of annihilation.

Her body reacted with a revulsion so strong she felt physically ill. Her mind briefly tried to imagine what had happened to cause such an abomination, then recoiled from the answers. Her mind went blank and her body numb.

She stood motionless for several minutes, or maybe it was several hours; time had no meaning here. But the incessant squawking of T3 eventually roused her from her stupor.

Drawing on the mental focusing techniques she had learned as a Padawan, she forced herself to concentrate on somethingnythingesides the inescapable nonpresence of the Force.


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e quarantined the entire planet,?Revan said. e wants to get everything here back under control before any other worlds hear that he slaughtered the entire Dark Council.?
ou told me he was mad,?Meetra muttered, ut this is outrageous. There had to be a better way for him to handle this. Thousands of his people are going to die before order is restored.?
he last time I was here on Dromund Kaas, I peered into the depths of the Emperor mind,?Revan told them. thousand lives mean nothing to him.?
he last time you were here??Scourge said, pouncing on the phrase. ave some of your memories returned??
eeing my old mask triggered something. I remember everything now,?Revan admitted. alak and I learned the Sith still survived. We came here to Dromund Kaas to investigate. Posing as mercenaries, we spent months learning everything we could about the Emperor and his people. Even back then he was already planning his invasion of the Republic. When Malak and I learned of his preparations, we tried to stop him. We found a member of the Imperial Guard who was willing to sneak us inside the citadel.?
mpossible,?Scourge declared. he Guard are bound to the Emperor will at the end of their training by a powerful ritual. They would never betray him!?
rue, but we didn know that at the time,?Revan explained. e were being led into a trap; the Emperor wanted us to come to him. When we got to his throne room, he was ready and waiting.?His voice dropped low. e underestimated his power. When we confronted him, he didn even have to fight us. Instead, he broke our wills. He dominated our minds, turning us into puppets to do his bidding. He sent us back to the Republic as the vanguard of his invasion, with instructions to report back when all resistance was crushed.
ut though we had underestimated the Emperor power, he underestimated us, as well. Our wills were stronger than he thought; our minds twisted and perverted his instructions until we thought we were acting of our own accord. Malak and I were turned to the dark side, but in doing so we found the strength to block out all memory of the Sith and the Emperor, partially freeing us from his control.?
ut you still called yourself Sith,?Meetra said, puzzled. ou still attacked the Republic and brought it to the verge of collapse before the Jedi captured you. And even after you stopped Malak, the Republic was still as vulnerable as it ever been. Why didn the Emperor just invade then??



e didn know what had happened,?Revan explained. e was waiting for us to report back. When he heard nothing, he assumed we had failed. He returned to his original plans, slowly and carefully building up his strength so that when he finally did invade there would be no chance of defeat.?
Meetra glanced over at Scourge, and the Sith could guess what she was thinking. He originally allied with them because he feared invading the Republic would be a disaster. With Revan implying the Emperor could actually succeed, she feared he would turn on them.
Two days earlier she would have been right. However, everything had changed when Scourge met the Emperor in person.



won betray you,?he assured her. hen I spoke with the Emperor, I briefly touched his mind. What he did on Nathema only hints at the horrors he is capable of unleashing on the galaxy. I truly understand what he has become, and I know that unchecked he will lead us to annihilation. It is inevitable.?
good speech,?Meetra said. ut why should we believe you??
t true,?Revan assured her. hen the Emperor broke my will, he looked into my mind, and I was able to see the reflection of his own evil. Invading the Republic is only the first step of his plan. He has become obsessed with power and immortality. The dark side is like a cancer inside him; it grows faster than he can feed it. He has consumed an entire world, but he still hungers. And with his hunger comes an all-consuming fear. He has lived a thousand years; he knows he could live many thousands more. He is terrified of death.?
veryone is scared of dying,?Meetra said.
ot like this. For him death is not merely the end of his physical existence. The Emperor has spent a millennium gathering his strength; if he dies he will lose everything. The thought of near-infinite power slipping from his grasp has driven him mad. In his twisted mind, the only way to preserve what he has accomplished is to annihilate every potential threat in the galaxy.?
athema was just the beginning,?Scourge agreed. e will destroy world after world, his power and madness growing in concert until he alone is left, Emperor over an empty and lifeless galaxy.?
Meetra stared at the two in horror.

ldfskywalker

确实撒！

urda

谢谢楼主，让我这种小白长知识了。

af52

H.Potter不也很像卢克么？

10293817

回复 4# af52


    爹不像……

Admiral

伏地魔没有他手黑......