ImTired
Namek
Brank
Gladiaxa
G4L4XY
Having arrived at a fitting location at the edge of the Cosmoteer-galaxy. The Dark Lord stretches his hands. The fabric of space around him seems to resonate, as if an ancient song was being sang.
Music of the Ainur fills the area.
From nowhere little particles of matter start appearing, slowly latching on to eachother. A sphere begins to grow... and grow.... and grow...
In less than an hour, a modest planet has been completely formed. Not too small, just the perfect size to be not in the center of attention. It is a barren flat rock, as if someone polished it.
The music is silenced when Melkor lowers his hands
"The planet is formed, a note with the coordinates has arrived in your mailboxes. Come and meet me to terraform our new domain."