As the Royal Air Force helicopter slowly landed on the Emperor-class warship's deck, the atmosphere turned eerily silent. Tens of thousands of soldiers clad in gleaming white armor formed a perfect square formation on both sides of the landing zone — like living statues ready to carry out any order.
Rishi Sunak stepped out of the helicopter with shaky steps, his face pale. Two bodyguards stood behind him, their eyes betraying fear, but as professional protectors, they restrained themselves from showing panic in public.
Before them stood a figure in a black robe, wearing a terrifying black mask with no expression. Behind him were four towering metallic figures, over two meters tall, wearing round helmets bearing the Imperium Caelestis emblem. Their shoulders carried heavy steel shields, and their hands wielded massive weapons. Each step echoed like the earth itself bowed beneath their feet. Red lights glowed coldly from their helmets, deepening the grim atmosphere.
Behind these armored giants stood two tall figures draped in tattered long cloaks. Their helmets resembled bird skulls with glowing red eyes, shoulders adorned with winged emblems and raised swords. They stood silent but their presence was like judgment descending from the heavens — cold, heavy, and deadly.
Flanking the robed figure was the line of Kylo Ren's Knights — his elite guards. They wore dark armor faintly glowing with red light, carrying lightsabers and heavy weapons, their posture alert and ready to defend their dark lord with their lives. Every movement was perfectly coordinated, like lethal shadows protecting the shadow king.
The Prime Minister and his bodyguards braced themselves, swallowing their lingering fear, their breath caught in their throats. Behind them, another man clad in black armor and mask escorted the formation, adding to the overwhelming sense of menace.
The robed figure raised his hand slightly, ordering his forces to step back, creating a path.
Then, a deep, cold voice spoke:
"Prime Minister Rishi Sunak. You bring a message of peace. Very well, we will listen."
Behind him, Kylo Ren appeared, wearing his iconic black robe and mask, his gaze piercing and threatening. In a cold, deep tone, he said,
"We are the Imperium Caelestis of Man. Your time has run out. Choose wisely: submit or be destroyed."
Rishi Sunak swallowed nervously, trying to steady his trembling.
Behind Kylo Ren, the Knights stood like deadly shadows, each weapon intimidating enough to erase a world in an instant.
The atmosphere seemed frozen. Time itself stopped. All eyes were locked on the Prime Minister of England and the dark leader.
They were not Jedi Knights representing the light side of the Force, nor were they Sith Lords embodying the dark. These were Force warriors — disciples of Jedi Master Luke Skywalker — the new generation that once emerged before the massacre. Now, corrupted by the dark side, they followed Ren, a mysterious doctrine of chaos and strength. The Knights of Ren were neither fully trained Jedi nor true Sith. But their brutality, devotion, and mastery of the Force were unmistakable.
Among them stood Terran Marines, Space Marines, and the elite Knights of Ren — terrifying figures of war and death.
"Who are these people?" a stormtrooper whispered through his helmet communicator.
"Knights of Ren," replied another.
"Terrifying..."
Rishi Sunak stepped forward, raising his right hand politely. "Greetings. I am the representative of the United Kingdom of the Blue Star. I am here to negotiate peace on behalf of the people of Britain."
Just then, several news helicopters descended onto the landing zone, unloading swarms of international reporters. Cameras rolled, lenses zoomed in. The whole world was watching.
"We are currently live on the scene, where a group of heavily armed, masked figures have emerged from a starship. They do not resemble any known military force. Who are they? Where are they from? And more importantly… what is their purpose? We'll attempt to get closer."
Journalists from BBC News, Reuters, CNN, and Al Jazeera hurried toward the Prime Minister and Kylo Ren, their microphones extended, their voices shaky but determined.
"Hello, I'm a reporter from BBC News. May I ask you a few questions?"
One brave journalist stepped closer to the Prime Minister.
"Mr. Prime Minister, do you believe your actions today honor the legacy of Horatio Nelson and Winston Churchill?"
The crowd fell silent.
Kylo Ren turned his masked face slowly toward the camera, the red glow of his lightsaber reflecting off his helmet.
"You ask questions of history," Kylo said in a chilling voice. "But history belongs to those with power. Your leaders are the past. We are the future."
And behind him, the Knights of Ren stood unmoving, like shadows of death waiting for the command to strike.