Chapter Two/ Part Two

The room was plain and dim. No decorations littered the walls. The only things present were a neat desk, a tall backed chair, and himself.
He liked this room; not only because it was his own, but because it reflected the current mind: businesslike, efficient and focused on one mission, a mission whose success would spell out either his rise, or his destruction.

There was but one real threat in his way.

A threat he had been careless enough to overlook in the beginning. A threat that had been a thorn in his side too long. And if he failed- But he couldn't fail, no he could not. Far too much was at stake. He had to rid the galaxy of those eyes, those fierce, startling eyes which haunted his dreams, his nightmares. Shaking his head, he scolded himself. He would have his way. Darth Caedus rose from his chair and made swiftly for the door. It was time to put an end to this threat.

It was time to kill Jaina Solo.