In a galaxy far, far away...
There was once a mighty Dark Lord of the Sith. He had fought in a dozen wars, laid waste to entire armies, and commanded legions of soldiers and apprentices. Kings rose and fell at his command, and empires crumbled beneath his heel. The Sith Empire flourished under his protection, and its enemies were crushed.
His name was Wrath.
Wrath was strong, powerful, and fearless. However, he was not like the lesser Sith that surrounded him. While his colleagues bickered, backstabbed, and consolidated their own power, Wrath fought for the Empire as a whole. He inspired his allies and struck fear into his enemies, yet he always acted with honor. His passions gave him strength, but they did not control him.
It came to pass that Wrath had fallen in love with his greatest apprentice, and she had fallen for him. Together they had sons and daughters, all strong with the Force. They trained many apprentices and grew old together as the Empire grew strong. However, it came one day that his beloved did not rise - and became one with the Force.
Consumed with melancholy, Wrath descended into a deep meditation to contemplate the loss of his wife and life-partner. Days, weeks, months, and years drifted by as the galaxy went on without its protector. Finally, when he awoke, Wrath was shocked to learn that his children had all passed into the Force and his grand-children were old and gray.
Eighty years had passed.
Wrath had sustained his body purely on the Force for decades - unaware of the passage of time. He spent many days contemplating this revelation. If he would surpass all of his descendants, what would be his legacy? What would be the legacy of every civilization when they passed into the fog of time.
So it came to pass that Wrath departed Sith and Republic Space and fled into the uncharted wilds of the galaxy. It was there that he settled upon a deserted world and constructed a stronghold that would stand the test of time. There, in his sanctuary, he forged an army of droids with technology perfected from the Eternal Empire. They were constructs of steel, yet the Force flowed through them. Wrath unleashed them upon the galaxy and said...
"Go forth, my Agents. Go forth and seek out every kingdom, every inhabited world, and every sapient species. Hide yourselves among them and gather their knowledge and wisdom. Bring me their arts and their sciences so their legacies will be preserved after their cities are ash and their bones are dust. Through us, they will live on. Through us, they will never truly die."
These are the Agents of Wrath, and they will stop at nothing to complete the Directive.
