The Lunar Quadrant

Darth Nadir was happy for once in his life. Ever since the death of his master, Darth Vader, he had often been cruel and mournful. Now he was glad of his accomplishments. He had successfully turned the son of Vader to the dark side, and he was on his way, with the Solo twins as well. This would be a good day for the Sith and for the Empire.

"Filop," Nadir called using his brain waves. "You are no longer needed, here. You are useless to me."

The reply back was a weak one, but it was there. "But master, I have only begun to learn how to use my powers. I wish to learn more. Tell me how to learn more."

"I do not put up with beggars. You are useless, and you shall die." Nadir summoned the power of the force and soon saw a great spirit before him. The spirit of the Emperor himself. "You have done well, apprentice of Vader."

"I thank thee, o great one," Nadir said bowing.

"What you have asked to be done, is now done," the emperor said. "The man called Filop Sein is now, no more than a memory." With that, the spirit of the Emperor vanished away.