Epilogue of Book 1 Part 1

The Dark robed figure stood on the bridge of the Imperial Star Destroyer Relieve. His robe was black as space and the hood over his head hid his facial features. There was almost complete silence as the man behind him shivered a little. He knew not what his new commander was capable of, but he assumed that he couldn't be as bad as the Emperor's apprentice, Lord Vader. The officer was clothed in an all grey uniform, which was customary for any Imperial officer. Stepping forward, the officer began to speak, until the robed man rose up his right hand and turned his head to the right. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the Imperial Officer shaking in his boots. The soothing and frightening voice of the man began to speak

"Is he dead?"

"Yes, My Lord. He died as she threw his own sword at his crotch and landing in his forehead."

"Did she take the offer?"

"No My Lord. She decided to join up with the Rebellion, stating she would not be suited for a position of this caliber."

"So we can assume the Alliance has decided to hold Naboo?"

"Our scouts confirmed that Naboo's new Queen Kylantha has taken office under Imperial suggestion and that the Alliance pulled out to possibly unknown space My Lord."

"I suppose the Emperor has already created a story for this disaster?"

"Yes, the previous Queen is now rumored to have been younger with the name Apailana. She was supposedly harboring Jedi which resulted in the Imperial 501st Legion to intercept and get rid off said Jedi. The destruction caused by both forces was said to have killed an important Imperial Officer, but no name is attached to him."

"Thank you for telling me all this. Is there anything important I must know before your replacement arrives.?"

"Nothing new, but I am unaware that I need a replacement. I'm pretty-"

The dark robed man brought down his hand and began to clench his fist. Behind him, the Officer had begun to grab his throat. He coughed loudly, scratching at his throat as if it would stop them from being crushed. A few minutes passed as the man laid on the ground holding his hand out to the robed figure. Turning around, the figure gave the Officer a dark stare as he walked passed him and clenched his fist completely. There was a final breath that exhaled from the Imperial, but seconds after a cold chill settled on the bridge. This man was darker than Vader. What hell had they been given?