Elsewhere in the galaxy,

A small clang resounded in the silent corridor. An old man quickly glanced around. He slowly released his breath and continued running swiftly down the dark corridor. His paces took on a hopeful aura. He had almost reached the hanger. Just a bit further and he would be free. A smile began to spread across the old man's face. Freedom. Freedom from fear and captivity. The man's hand reached up to ender the code for the hanger to open, when he heard a soft step behind him. The old man turned his head and began trembling. His fingers still tried to jam in the code, but it was in vain for escape was no longer possible.

Slowly, the older man raised his eyes to meet those of his pursuer. The opaque green eyes looked down on him pitilessly for pity was a stranger to Gatore Nassine. The Firrereo glowered down at the cringing old man.

Gatore was of an intimidating height. He was almost three meters tall. His expression was cruel and he knew no other. His long scarlet and black hair was tied back with a crimson string. His face was chalk-white and a darkened scar crossed his left cheek jaggedly. He had received it in a fight with a tigrenorius, a giant cat creature. Gatore had received the scar; the cat had received death. At his throat, a shimmering scarlet cape was clasped with a cat's claws. At his belt hung a wicked looking lightsaber made from the tigrenorius' spine. Gatore was a picture of animal ferocity and fear. He was a creature of darkness that had never known the light.

"Tsk, tsk, old man. Whatever were you thinking? I thought you knew better than to try to escape. I thought you were different. I thought you were useful, but no one can know everything even at my age. You have greatly disappointed me. I was going to let you have your identity back, but I can see you aren't ready for that pleasure yet. I think you need to be refreshed," Gatore said in his hypnotically silky voice. The old man began trembling with Gatore's final words. The act of refreshment was worse than death. This the old man knew, but he couldn't recall how he possessed that information.

Suddenly, Gatore was inside the man's mind poking and prodding. He was searching the man's memory. An echo of wicked pleasure sounded through the old man's mind, as Gatore found what he was looking for. A grin spread across Gatore's face and it was more frightening than his frown. He pulled the man up off his feet and looked deep into his eyes.

"You failed to escape once before long ago, old man. Because of your failure, Imperial stormtroopers captured your son and the rest of your small rebellious group. They killed them in from of your eyes and then indoctrinated you as a stormtrooper. I believe you need to relive that moment. You need to relive it a thousand times. Here let me help you," Gatore said cackling insanely.

The old man felt a heavy pressure in his mind pushing his will away. He shut his eyes hoping to make the pressure go away. Panic spread through his body like lightening. The old man snapped his eyes open in fear and instantly wished he hadn't. In front of him, his son and friends were chained together against a wall. Imperial stormtroopers roughly removed the valuables the men were carrying. The old man's son raised his eyes to glance at his father hopelessly. Then the stormtroopers formed a line parallel to the prisoners. They raised their blasters and there was an explosion of light and noise as they fired. A foul burning smell filled the air. The old man screamed.

Gatore watched with wicked amusement as he watched the old man convulse upon the floor. The man was terrified out of his senses by watching his son's death for what he thought was the first time.

These powerless people are all the same, thought Gatore, Immense fear ruins their logic. Anyone who can induce such fear is destined for something marvelous. Soon my plan will unfold and I will dominate all existence.