"Wipe them out. All of them".
Adrenaline rushed through his veins as these words rang through his ears. These simple words had announced the return of the Sith.
The definite destruction, the obliteration of the Jedi had been determined with them. Where light once reigned, Darkness would dominate, swallowing all in its shadows as its might spread throughout the galaxy. Eighteen years had he waited for this very moment, the moment he would finally put his skills to use for a higher cause, for them to at last seize what was truthfully theirs. Blood had been shed, and much had been sacrificed in trade for their revival.
He had happily complied as the order had been given at last, the waiting was over. The destruction of the two Jedi was welcomed by him, desired even. He would have two worthy opponents at last; Master Qui-Gon Jinn, and Obi Wan Kenobi. The Padawan would be no match for him; the master was what intrigued him. Although the task was deemed simple in his opinion, he knew it was unwise to underestimate them beforehand. Therefore he had to be fully prepared; this scum was not to be trusted. This plan would not fail. No matter what the costs might be, he would succeed.
The confrontation would take place tomorrow morning, his master already knew exactly what their aims were, enabling him to predict where they would go to, what they would to, and who they would take with them. The Jedi would not stand a single chance against the dark lords.
At last, the Sith would rise again.