This book gets almost full stars despite not being exactly a stylistic masterpiece and here's why.

The stories follow a Sith ship which suffered serious damage during a battle and which crashlands on a remote planet somewhere randomly our of hyper-space and just about killing everyone on board. The survivors need to do the best they can out of their situation - at least they have just evaded almost certain death. Leaving the planet is a no-go as their ship lays in ruins on a mountain ridge. The only way is down to the continent below.
It's not difficult for the Sith to establish themselves as the new rulers of the land they found what with their power to wield the Force and with the locals already primed by their lore to expect the God-like creatures from their myths to descend from the stars. But the Sith are warriors whose whole existence is grounded in their insatiable desire for conquest and ever growing power. So how long will they be satisfied with being masters of a single piece of land? There's no escaping this planet, but may be they are not as alone on it as they originally thought? Will conquering new continents pawse their self-destruction and unite them to a common goal? May be temporarily...

What I actually loved the most about this book is that about 2/3rds of the way through is I got the sudden realisation that this Sith tribe is in fact humanity. The story is almost verbatim the broad strokes of human history from the past few thousand years and this realisation finally gave me the answer why I was so fascinated with the Sith in the first place. The ability to recognise yourself in the character is the key to almost certain success of the writer and this Miller did brilliantly!