Long ago in a galaxy far away, there lived a mighty Sith Lord trainee by the name of Lord Farisazlan. Mentored by the all powerful Lord Vader, his training was tough and required a lot of patience, along with much fortitude.

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After much perseverance, he passes his training and is selected by the Galactic Sith council to invade planet Earth. But to his inconvenience he somehow had to obtain a Visa of Invasion, issued only by the Milky Way Galaxy Border Agency.

10 working days have passed, after the submission of his application, yet every time he tracked his application on his Visor he would obtain the same line he despised so much, “Your visa is still under process.” Frustrated, he marched towards the Galactic Hi-com, together with his imperial fleet to demand why it was taking unnecessary long time. He found the incompetence and lack of faith disturbing.

As it stood, he would also be missing the next hyperspace jump nearest to planet Earth. Should this happen, it would jeopardise the outcome of his mission.

Seethed with fury and rage, he swore he would get his revenge. And then he remembered, the Death Star was recently approved by the Quality Assurance of Sith Weaponry.  He then returned to home base laughing maniacally as he malevolently plotted his plans of retribution.

The Death Star was a marvel in the forces of evil. The Jedi tremble whenever someone speaks of its name. With the power to obliterate even the most resilient of planets, Lord Farisazlan smiled with content as it would be a fitting end to the establishment he despised more than the Jedi themselves.

As the photon cannon was charging, he ordered the commanders to amplify the spread of the beam. “Let them feel the pain as they are slowly disintegrated to space dust!!!” he roared.

“Death star ready to fire at the Galactic Visa Border Agency Lord Farisazlan!” cried one technician, mashing the keyboard with a series of codes and commands. Lord Farisazlan chuckled with content, if it were not for the mask covering his face, the evil grin would have been visible to his subordinates.

“FIRE THE DEATH STAR!!!”

“There is only room for one evil force in this galaxy,” Lord Farisazlan said. Together with a swoosh of his cape, he turned around, eager to continue on his Sith-ly duties.