Darth Illusivus was getting old. It was a sad fact of life – aging. For a man who had so much more to do, so many possibilities to help his species survive and thrive... even sadder.

But he did not worry himself with sadness. A fact was not something he could change. No matter how much power he sought, no matter how long he tried to stall it, he was going to die. His only task now? To find someone to pass that power to.

And finally, he was sure he had. His apprentice. They had... potential. So, so very much potential. Were they to replace him, the galaxy would gain a fine Sith overlord. All he had to do now was provide them with the tools they needed, for when they inevitably replaced him.