Some times it seems chaotic, it won't work. This universe had plenty space. The Empire was loosing control, the unknown parts of darkness were yet to be discovered.
It's funny, you know, it's as if Im dead and there is nothing I could do but remember.
I was his hand.
But things changed, after he broad Lumiya and from the side of the enemy and replaced me over a new comer, she had further secrets from the Republic. It tendered his ability to defend and posses information. A priority to be dealt for the passion of his glory and power. Even after his death the Emperor still played an inopportune role in my consciousness. His will for Luke Sky Walker to be run under the order of an assassination perpetuated over my mind.
And, I tried, many times had tried, and three years I duelled alone in the Galaxy, many times like a fugitive, in my sense to a spiritual journey, loosing everything behind. If this farm boy could understand the Dark Side, what Palpatine did to his father, way is he so resilient? The job wasn't ready, neither did I remembered what the job was for, nor could I tell what he was speaking about.
