Original subtitles

Four thousand years before the rise of the Galactic Empire, when Darth Revan

reached into the Forgotten Past, he did not awaken wisdom.

He awakened memory.

Memory of a power that had conquered the galaxy, long before the Republic was

born.

Long before the Jedi.

This was the Infinite Empire.

Before the galaxy knew masters, it knew only distance.

Worlds turned in silence, unclaimed and unobserved, bound by gravity and chance

alone. On a volcanic world later known as Rakata Prime, life endured under

constant pressure.

The land was hostile.

Survival demanded strength.

not reflection.

Among the Rakata, dominance was instinct, and emotion was not weakness.

It was necessity.

Then, without warning or understanding, something changed.

In moments of extreme stress, the world itself responded.

The environment reacted to the inner state of living beings.

Across the world, others experienced the same phenomenon.

We learned quickly that calm produced nothing.

Balance yielded no response.

But intensity and fear.

Pain, rage was answered immediately.

What began as coincidence became pattern.

What began as pattern became opportunity.

The Rakata came to understand the force not as mystery, but as resource.

They tested it.

They forced it to appear again and again.

At first, the land itself was used.

Natural hollows, stone depressions, confined spaces where suffering could be

sustained and observed.

When that was not enough, the environment was altered.

Stone was cut.

Channels were carved.

Materials were placed where reactions were strongest.

First time, flesh and construction were joined with intent.

Crude chambers became mechanisms.

Mechanisms became systems.

and design, the force could be drawn, guided, and held.

The infinite empire did not rise through revelation or unity.

It rose through mastery of pain.

of this age, the Rakata no longer reacted to the Force.

They operated it.

And when a species learns to enslave the Force itself, the sky ceases to be a

boundary.

This was their first vessel.

Not a fleet.

Not a design refined by time.

A single construct, born from experimentation, domination, and raw

force manipulation.

They did not build it with engines or metal alone.

Its structure was fused from stone, alloy, and living force energy,

shaped through suffering and control.

The ship did not respond to navigation systems or commands.

It responded to pain.

This vessel was never meant to travel space as others would.

It was meant to tear through it.

folded, and yielded under pressure the Rakata themselves barely understood.

vanished into the void without light, without signal, without trace.

Distance collapsed.

Time distorted.

The galaxy passed unseen as the construct followed invisible force

currents, drifting through regions no map had ever recorded.

Tython was felt.

A world saturated with ancient power, balanced yet unstable, untouched by

conquest. The ship adjusted course instinctively, drawn toward that

concentration like a wound in the force.

And for the first time, off-world technology forced its way into Tython

Sky.

The ship descended, casting its shadow across a world that had never known

invasion.

This was not a campaign.

This was the first step.

Thank you.

They are not here for peace.

Oh.

The Jedi tried to respond, but their balance failed them.

Those who resisted were struck down quickly, thrown aside.

The Rakata did not linger in combat.

Killing was inefficient.

Those who fell were restrained.

Those who fled were hunted.

Those who surrendered were battered.

Across Tython, enclaves fell within hours.

They had not come to conquer a world.

They had come to claim a resource.

Tython's people would not be erased.

They would be used.

And in chains, under alien skies, the age of balance ended, replaced by the

first true empire the galaxy would ever know.

After the fall of the Jedi enclaves, the Rakata began a systematic process.

Survivors were gathered, examined, and separated.

Those who demonstrated sensitivity to the force were removed from the general

population.

Those who did not were assigned to labor.

As expansion continued, the Rakata refined their methods.

Captured force users were cataloged and redistributed.

Labor populations were organized to support construction, transport, and

extraction.

Public demonstrations were limited, but effective.

By this stage, the Rakatan Empire had not yet declared itself eternal.

But its structure was already in place.

across key systems, Rakatan authority became permanent.

God kings and overseers ruled from elevated positions, not as

administrators, but as constants.

Local architecture was reshaped or replaced with structures designed to

control movement and visibility.

Cultural identity was gradually erased.

Symbols, meeting places, and traditions disappeared as worlds were adapted to

Rakatan design.

By the end of this period, the Rakatan no longer presented themselves as rulers

among others.

They stood apart from those they governed.

The empire did not require belief.

It required compliance.

The Jedi observed.

They watched Rakatan rule spread across the planet.

saw sacred sites entered, tested, and altered.

Ancient structures such as the Tho Yor remained untouched, not out of respect,

but because they could not be exploited.

Their presence revealed the limit the Rakata did not recognize.

The Jedi understood what the Rakata did not.

The Force could not be reduced to domination without consequence.

From this moment forward, the Force would no longer be understood as one

thing. Two paths emerged, and they would never fully reconcile.

but did not understand this restraint.

To them, the force was not hard. It was fuel.

And fuel, once tasted, demanded more.

Raids moved beyond conquest.

Ancient sites were disturbed.

Hidden places were exposed.

Power was no longer merely ruled. It was harvested.

Entire settlements emptied without resistance.

The Rakata adjusted their hold on the galaxy.

Not fear, but an expectation.

War was never declared.

It arrived as consequence.

And when the first lines moved forward, the Force Wars began.

was taken.

When the battlefield no longer resisted, the construct rose.

Not in retreat, but in certainty.

Tython was only the first world to be claimed.

Others would follow.

The plane did not fall through war.

It fell through recognition.

The Rakata felt the force moving freely across the plains, untrained, unguarded,

woven into ordinary life.

There were no defenses to break, no armies to defeat.

Those who carried the force were identified, separated, and taken.

The rest were left behind to remember.

Dantween was not destroyed.

It was emptied of what the Rakata desired, and the construct departed,

carrying its harvest toward the next world.

Bye.

You're fucked.

Corriban did not yield easily.

The Sith clans answered the descent with force, and the ground was taken at cost.

The resistance was fierce, uncoordinated, and relentless.

The Sith were broken, contained, and taken.

Korriban was not destroyed.

It was claimed.

The construct departed heavier than it arrived, carrying captives and the

lesson that resistance would be met.

Not with annihilation, but with control.

Kashyyyk was not taken easily.

In the canopy, the Rakata did not move unchallenged. The Wookiees fought with

strength, born of their world, turning bridges.

For the first time, the Infinite Empire faced a foe that did not

break at first contact.

The Rakata did not defeat Kashyyyk by mastery.

They overcame it by overwhelming presence.

By filling the canopy with bodies.

Until resistance had nowhere left to move.

They returned as collectors.

From worlds taken by force and fear, they brought back what conquest yields.

Bodies, strength, and those who could feel the force.

Wookiees, Sith, Jedi, and countless others.

Passed through the gates of Rakata Prime as resources.

yet fed nothing lasting.

Power surged, yet never remained.

every call, but demanded more each time.

And so the taking continued, not to expand the empire outward, but to hold

it together.

This was not the end of conquest.

It was the moment the Rakata learned.

That domination alone could not sustain what they had built.

For the first time, Rakatan scholars looked beyond conquest and began to

search for a power the galaxy itself could not resist.