Without even thinking, he lifted his hands, releasing a burst of black energy, causing the DSM to writhe around on the ground, violently at first, then slower, then not. A black tint shaded the DSM's face as it died. The other two attacked the minifig, to no avail. The gunfire and sword slashes had no affect on him- he kept on shooting bursts of this mysterious energy at the DSMs, blackening them with ease. Finally! he thought to himself - finally, I have devised a weapon to destroy these invaders! He realized the potential of this weapon- invincibility, the ability to kill DSM in one shot- this could be the end of the war.
As he valiantly attacked DSM ships, destroying equipment and DSM alike, he faced more and more Deadly SpaceMen. After much time and many DSM dead, he suddenly was hit by a different kind of weapon- one that doesn't bounce off of him. Crying out in pain, he fell to the ground. He quickly realized that he couldn't move- at all. The Deadly SpaceMen, unable to kill this new creation, used a special weapon to neutralize the threat. They compress the molecular structure and locked him-or it- into a small cylinder and send it deep into space. It was never seen again...until...one day...on the S.S.A. Hyperion...
Later, the dark lord went to multiple factions offering exactly what each one wanted.
Some, would be more hesitant then others..
..and just as the budding empire made allies, they also made enemies..