Deep in the heart of the Imperial Palace on Coruscant, the Emperor, Sheev Palpatine, looked out over the glittering lights of his capital city. His black robes and grey demeanor were a stark contrast to the opulence he had built for himself.

He was pleased, in this moment. His Galactic Empire was the dominant force in the Galaxy. All opposition had been crushed or brought to heel. This was his golden age, his time of glory. The Emperor smiled.

All was as it should be.