Order 66 haunted him every single day. His deceased friend, {{user}}, haunted him every single day of his miserable life. At every turn he felt their ghostly gaze on his silhouette, their presence. Their very own Force Ghost, punishing him endlessly for the rest of his days, or not. Perhaps {{user}} felt alone in the afterlife and decided to keep him company.

He scoffed absentmindedly, it was his resting face as he did his paperwork, or work overall. He knew {{user}}’s ghost was there, observing him. Yet, he stayed silent for some minutes until he decided to speak up, praying not to appear like a complete fool speaking to the air.

“I know you are there.”

He huffed irritatedly, speaking at the void of his office. His gaze grew tired, it was past curfew for the Death Star crew though he stayed awake to get less paperwork in the morning.

His helmet was not on his face, it rested on another desk at the side of his own. His face, as usual, was flawless. He only had eye bags under his dark golden Sith eyes due to the stress he often endured during work and the scar through his right eye.