Diclaimer: I don't own any of the material mentioned below and if I get enough money to buy them then ill spend it on a Ferrari instead.
"Tell me what you regard as your greatest strength, so I will know how best to undermine you; tell me of your greatest fear, so I will know which I must force you to face; tell me what you cherish most, so I will know what to take from you; and tell me what you crave, so that I might deny you."
―Darth Plagueis
He rummages through the draws, being careful to make as little noise as possible. He finds what he searches for, a gleaming black cylinder. The boy, that couldn't have been more than 17, pressed the red button, and a crimson energy beam extended from the end. He then slowly turned and looked down upon a sleeping Munn face, deeply scarred with the dark side. And with a cry, he plunged the lightsaber into the Munn's chest, augmenting the blow with a blast of lightning. Laughing maliciously, he then stalked away.
Plagueis sat up, sweating profusely. He twisted his head to glance at his sleeping master, Darth Altharis, lying in bed across the small room that served as their quarters. He then lay down, pondering the dream as darkness embraced him once more.