Another warped fairy tale.

And now, for the despotic dementia of Darth Ergot. A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away, there lived a Sith Lord, Darth Ergot. Ergot was a tiny man with a huge ego and huge insecurities. As Master Yoda said, always two, there are and Ergot was no exception, attaching himself to the posterior of The Red Queen and advancing well beyond his capability. Ergot shined in belittling people around him to make himself feel superior and secure. He delighted in making the weak weep and sowing fear amongst his underlings. Ergot was well known for his rampaging temper and his ranting tantrums at those who could not fight back. One of his least damaging, but most annoying qualities is that Ergot loved to pontificate to his underlings. He would go on at length about how he was so brilliant and had so many degrees and tell those held in thrall by him how unworthy they were to have him and how worthless they were without him. But deep down, Ergot was a coward and some had the courage to smack him on the nose with a rolled up newspaper and stand him down.

Ergot spent most of his time quashing rebellions as his minions had had enough of his theatrics. Unfortunately, the Empire was strong during this time under The Red Queen and her overlord, Darth Weasel, and the rebels were often crushed and fled to fight another day.

Only poetic justice ever held Darth Ergot accountable. He grew fat and miserable and suffered from shingles from his own self-induced stress. And, as with all Sith, when Ergot wanted a big promotion for doing the work of the Empire, The Red Queen and Weasel disavowed him.